The Queen of Clowns sat on her throne, empty taunts floated through the iced air. So cold was the chill about, shivers ran down the Vermillion's Queen's golden spine. It was not the temperature the chilled her though, it the the cold blade of betrayal. Ocean blue orbs did not weep with joy or hate, they did not weep at all. The shock was overwhelming, doubts circled the blood crazed mind. What was to happen now, why had she been tossed aside like some peasant that didn't deserve to exist. The white faced liar did not even mention her, did not invite her to stand along side her winged King. Was he a King though? It seemed to the Vermillion Queen that he picked up and left his subjects whenever it suited him. Some King. Some Queen. For even she did not abide by her own rules, the scent of the Basin still clung to the crown that was perched atop of her head. Did the precious new King know about the pure one's and the demon's treaty? Was he aware of the planned betrayal? Did he truly know anything at all? Smugly her face lit up, corners of her mouth raised in bitter amusement. He did not know, none of them knew except The Nightshade Lady beside her. This rein of pretenders and false assurances was deemed to fail, unless they acknowledged chaos' mistress. Unless they allowed her to lead beside them, help them.

They wouldn't though. For they stood on a pretty pedal stool, glamoured by false assurances and pretend smiles. However her crown remained, Empress of The Asylum and it would take a lot more than the whims and wishes of this new false King and Queen to make her bow and hand over her crown. They were sitting on a throne of lies, it would never be pure until they proved themselves are strong and fierce leaders. The white faced liar was nothing more than The Queen of Clowns, never would she redeem herself to The Empress. Soiling chaos' mistress throne with her deceit and false promises was an offence that should and possibly would be punished by death. The King should returned to his heartless home, to the ones he left behind for the promise of a better family. The winged stallion was not apart of this family, he did not belong here. Sanity had no place on the high council of the mad, he would never be safe in the bloodied clutches of the mad. Most of those who had gathered, she did not recognise or know. They were surely not apart of her family, had they followed the winged King? Or were they strays that had been taken under the golden tipped wing?

Turning back to the lair faced queen, Eris snorted derisively. "They do not fear you." Thoughts as soft as silk, as if her mind suggested nothing but friendship. Everyone knew that not even fools feared the glass horned mare. To make such a threat only proved that fact that the white faced liar was the queen of clowns and theatre she would remain. Still lyrics of the damned do not flow from her lips, no, she would rather witness the foolishness of the new leaders. For she did not need to prompt them to embarrass themselves, they managed this alone. Besides, she was also curious as to what they planned to do with her. If they were smart they would give her power. This way she would have to prove herself as loyal to keep it, they should not rank others over her either. This would only boil the already bad blood. After all, the vermilion Queen was the divine mistress of chaos, a goddess of havoc and The Empress of Blood. Self made titles. Proved titles. Earned titles. The queen of clowns fancied herself as a Necromancer? The Goddess of chaos had met more terrifying fillies than her. All this time they had been family and Eris had hidden the false queen's weakness. Now? Now she would burn in Eris' cataclysm.

After all, if they were not giving her power. What did she have to loose?

Nothing.

The Blood Empress would not sit upon the white faced throne made of lies. She would sit upon a throne of blood...and she knew who's blood she wanted. Glancing over at Night's Mistress, the spy and spinner of webs, the Vermillion Queen felt more powerful than she had in years.
They had taken away her spot beside the pretender. Eris thanked the gods.

"Speech."

This ended up angry...

CIRCUTA and ERIS