This is a story about the zodiacs. This is a story of an unquestioned empire. This is a world where there are 12 clans, Scorpio♏️ the ruler over them all. This is how it has been for thousands of years. The Scorpios owing everything, everyone. That...
"I hope so." Says Anya ending the conversation with a deep and thoughtful sigh.
*** Tara is sat on her thrown. She has a long blue gown, sprinkled with gold flakes. She is sat holding up a piece of paper with a sketch of a new building plan drawn on it. She looks up at a woman stood next to her. The woman has a brown suit, her hair tied in a bun.
"Make it. Bigger." She says with a smile pointing to the structure.
"Yes my lady." Says the woman.
"And another window, there." Tara says again pointing to the drawing.
"Of course my lady." She says, she swiftly exits with the sketch.
Tara looks over at one of the guards stood around the edge of her thrown room. With a wave of her hand the guard runs over.
"Yes my lady." He says.
"Go fetch the prisoner." Tara says not making eye contact.
"Which one, my lady."
"The handsome one, the one with silver hair." She says smirking.
"Certainly my lady." He says before running of with another guard following him.
*** The guards open the gate to the trio's cell, they stand and look at them. The two guards look at Sam and grab their wrist.
"What are you...?" Begins Sam.
"You coming with us,she wants to see you." They say dragging Sam of.
"Please, let me go!" Sam scratches as their arms, and screams.
"PLEASE!" They shout being dragged of against their will.
"Nooooo, bring them back you ass holes!" Shouts Anya, her face pressed against the bars.
As the guards throw Sam into the thrown room. Their hands are tied in cuffs behind their back. Tara slowly walks forward her heels echoing around the room.
"Hello Sam." She says sweetly.
"Tara." Responds Sam.
She ushers to a chair placed in the centre of the room. Sam steadily sits on the chair. Tara slowly approaches Sam.
"What do you want from me?" Asks Sam.
"Oh sweetheart, it's not what I want from you, it's what I can give you." Tara says, she leans down so her face is in line with Sam.
"The map?" Asks Sam.
"Oh silly, of course not." Says Tara. Smiling and tapping Sam's nose.
"I could make your clan rich beyond your imagination. I could make sure your food never runs out, that you have enough resources all the time." Says Tara, stroking Sam's silver hair out of their face.
"Yeah, and what's in it for you?" Asks Sam, retracting their neck at Tara's touch. She shows a menacing smile.
"Join us." She says.
"Pardon?"
"Join me and Aires, as servants to the Scorpio."
Sam widens their eyes and looks into Tara's. They glimmer with past pain, twinkle with trauma, Sam could see Tara had been through a lot. But she was still an enemy.
"I will join you, when the floods run dry." Sam announces, making Tara back up away from them. She pauses then giggles.
"Oh you are funny aren't you sweetheart." She says, tousling Sam's hair.
She pauses placing her dark, smooth hand on Sam's face.
"Join us, me and you could rule together, be in charge of all of the Breezes, together." She traces their jaw and rests her hand on Sam's chest.
"What do you say?" She smirks.
"I say." Sam starts.
"To hell with the Scorpios, now if you could kind,y take me back to my cell, with my friends, thank you, sweetheart." Sam says with a Saturn face. Tara's smile drops.
"As you wish." She looks over to a guard and nods.
"Take them away, I'll decide what to do with them in the morning." She says, the guard comes over and drags Sam away, back to the cell.
"Your going to regret that sweetheart." She says before turning back to her thrown and sitting.
