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Nobody can defy them.
Definitely not that lowly mortal-turned somebody.
Breaking their wings was only the first step. If the little bird doesn't like its gilded cage, it can be kept in an iron one.
They owe it no affection.
“A thousand years,” they fume. Too much time. They want their Queen and they want it now.
And since the little birdie is not open to civil discussion… They have no choice but to turn to other candidates.
They turn their attention downward, lips curling into the phantom of a smile.
Deep inside the belly of a mountain, sealed by the power of a thousand winds, slumbers a being that could contend for the title of their Queen.
It takes a little nudging, but there is already a web of cracks on the seal.
“Wake up, my little soldier,” they croon. “Time to take revenge on those who have wronged you.”
In the middle of that mountain, a dragon cracks his eyes open for the first time in centuries.
And if it won't live up to their expectations? Well, the results could still be the same; the little bird's always felt way too deeply about the mortals it rose above. One or two dozen more dying…
A necessary disciplinary action, if you ask them.
After all, who cares about the pawns if they have the Queen?