" Defined by no man, you are your own story.
Blazing through the world, turning history into herstory. And when they dare to tell you about all the things you cannot be,
You smile at them. "
" I am both woman and warrior and you cannot stop me. "...
"THE RATIONS ARE PACKED," MILLER INFORMS his queens. Angelina leans against the table as Octavia sits among her throne in their office, her head in her hands.
Angelina glances over to the girl, worried about her friend. Octavia hadn't spoken since last night after she had her break down. Angelina had taken Octavia into her shared room with Roan and kept the girl there all morning, leaving Miller in charge until the two queens emerged.
"Half of our people won't match," the man continues, locking eyes with Angelina. "Fear of the sandstorms has put a dent in morale. We're letting it be known that we're taking the longer route to avoid them but," the man trails off as Brell, Kara's replacement, interrupts.
"Don't be a coward, Miller." Angelina didn't like the girl very much. The girl wouldn't lie, she didn't really care for Kara either, but the girl proved herself useful and she didn't argue much. "It's not the sandstorms. Tell them the truth."
Angelina raises an eyebrow, looking to Nathan as he speaks, "it's Madi."
Octavia lifts her head, curious.
"The fact that there's a supposed commander who's willing to take the flame has complicated things," Nathan speaks.
"Complicated?" Angelina questions, crossing her arms over her chest as she shifts her weight to sit upon the arm of the throne in which Octavia sits. "You just said that half of our people won't march. I'd call that more than complicated."
Brell rolls her eyes as she spits, "well maybe if you hadn't tried to kill her, the believers." Angelina cuts the woman off, fed up by her presence as she barks, "I don't care about the believers, we don't need them."
Miller agrees, speaking, "even at half strength, we outnumber Diyoza's army."
"It's still not enough, not without the worms," Octavia speaks up.
