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She remembers being wrenched from her mama's side and carried far beyond the border's of her birth pride.
She remembers the chill and ache of the cold rain as it stung her tiny, cub soft body.
She remembers laying her eyes upon the brutal king for the first time. Scars marred his onyx and white pelt, his mane crimped in wild waves which tumbled down around his sharp head, red eyes glinted in the moon's steady glow as he beheld this ragged, drowned cub. She understood it then; who he was, for they were the mirror of one another.
She was taken in and the lionesses whispered, the other cubs regarded her with fear and the two submales watched her cautiously. Her relation to their king was of no debate, his blood showed truer in her than in any of them - she held her head as high as it would go and followed him deeper into the midst of the pride.
She remembers being told that one day she would rule the pride, the blood link which King Dake's unrelated heir needed to assume the pride. Robb, she discovered, was a gentler lion than her father. Where Dake was cold and efficient, mercilessly tearing the lives from lionesses and cubs alike when the need arose, Robb was gentle. He coaxed the lionesses through their grief, ensured that they got their share of the kills and tried his damndest to teach the surviving cubs how best not to be killed.
Oh how Persephone loathed him. Here was a lion with the world on a platter, he was Dake's chosen one, he was faster, smarter and stronger than even her father - but he lacked the heart. Now Persephone was every single bit her father's daughter; cruel and malicious, growing stronger each day and itching for her chance to lead the hunting patrols. She would be a harder taskmaster than soft Brienne could ever be. A fiercer queen than quiet, ponderous, Raze.
Oh she would be Robb's queen and he would lead the pride into a new era of gentle weakness when his turn came, but Persephone would always be there at his side. Her blood red gaze set to reminding every lion in her pride of the way things were run when a TRUE ruler held the thrown.
Yet things took a turn for the worse: Persephone had a cub with an outside male. The cub was loathed, hunted and tormented by her pride. A mark of Persephone's infidelity and Persephone was shamed. Her daughter was stripped from the records, leaving only Sura, Persephone's grandcub, to mark the line. The future clouded and, because of Persephone's sin, the path changed: Queen Raze had a new vision. Sura would birth the future king while both Persephone and Robb would never ascend.
The slighted lioness seethed, her throne and rightful place all stripped away as her future was snatched from her grasp. Yet Persephone was not content to go quietly into the pride's low esteem; she would have her vengeance on this injustice.
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LEGACY LION
- Daughter of Dake
- Grandmother of Checkmate
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