Words Between Blood

╔ Silent ╬ Screams ╗ "Congratulations on your fa- No... Wow! How many so f- No..." Came the words of a confused queen. Her figure moving back and forth within her room as she felt pain in her chest. Her head heavy, shoulders tense. Why couldn't she think of the right words? Her body moving back and forth within the confines of her own sleeping chambers. She wanted to be alone, to think. However, Solomon would not let such happen as he sat within the cushioned grasp of the young queen's armchair. His eyes watching his companion as she shuffled back and forth with thought and confusion. It was a new sight for him, to see her so worried, so disheveled. To see her so vulnerable. Why was this? What could make her so shaken and panicked. The only answer which could come into Solomon's mind was Aceldama. The young queen's beloved sister. The one being the queen has not worked so hard to appease. The queen stopped before a tall mirror, looking into it as she gave it a bright smile. Taking note of her expression, the queen could not help herself but to feel empty, fake. She could feel herself forcing the smile upon herself and could only sigh. Like that, the smile upon her face faded and she looked down at her hands before bringing them to cover her face. To think so much time had passed yet the girls had barely said a word. She had gone through so much to find her sister once more and once she did, they parted way almost instantly. Sidera feeling as though she would get her sister in more trouble. Now that they had been away for so long, Sagumi had taken Sidera's place. Or so she felt. Especially after they escaped from that alternate realm. "You shouldn't stress yourself so much... What is wrong? What are you trying to find the words for?" Solomon finally spoke. His soft voice dancing through her ears, soothing her with his lower tones. A sigh escaping the woman's lips as she moved to turn around, her back to the mirror as she looked upon him once more. Her magenta gaze staring at him for a moment before looking down at her feet which barely showed themselves due to the long flowing gown she wore. To say the least, such attire drove the queen mad, however it was normal for the north. She couldn't bring her people together as one if she did not dress like her own. However, she also knew that she couldn't continue speaking of Together-hood and United People if she and her sister were not also united, like when they were kids. The memories flooding her mind kept Sidera captivated as she remembered the day their home fell. Rubble and debris had already hidden the two from one another, only to be guided back with the help of Sethos and Solomon. The two sisters, battered and dirty, sleeping in their new make shift shelter for the night as screams of pain and the sound of falling rubble remained as their lullaby. Such a fate were these two when they were young. Sidera wishing to never be apart again, yet that is exactly what happened to them. Torn from one another as children and soon again torn away by responsibility. What a cruel life that she ended up choosing this time around. None the less, she wished to make it right. Her eyes glancing at Solomon before adjusting to stand with a slight determination back in her eyes. "I need to speak with my sister..." She said as she made her way quickly out of the room. Her being moving swiftly out the door and beginning her pursuit through the halls for her younger relative. The clicking of her hardened heels echoed as she passed many, asking to and fro if they had seen the blue-haired energy-case whom she called her loving sister. Her movements hastened as she was told her sister may had been preparing to leave the lands for a short while to adventure and do other things that she deemed needed to do. The woman's eyes showed slight panic as she broke into a light jog towards her sister's sleeping chambers. Stopping outside of her sister's door. Her body froze as she stared at door for a moment before biting her lip. What should she say? Slowly the thought came to her as she proceeded to knock. The delicate rhythm was upbeat but semi-urgent in sound. "Acel? Do you want to play an old game?"