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ANSWERED ASK - MARIA

@volturimaster asked ❝ all you need to do is take my hand, come on. ❞ - Maria

Stupid. She had been stupid, too reckless; something she had been so careful for the past several centuries not to be. The line between expanding her territory and not drawing the attention of the Italians was paper thin but she thought she had managed the dance so well, so delicately. Were it not for her trying to get her old lieutenant Whitlock back in line, leaving her army to be overseen by an arguably inferior replacement, she would maybe now not be faced with the threat of having her Queendom cut down. While Maria secretly did not acknowledge this strange, ancient covens dominion over the vampiric world - especially not over her territory - she had never been foolish enough to test them or admit it. Not yet. Many allied covens in the region had fallen from trying. They may not have been her rulers, but they had a power she was not prepared to challenge. Until now, that was. Now she didn't have a choice. She saw the two choices in front of her blaring from the red eyes of the ancient without him needing to say it, despite his calmness; bend the knee or die.

She isn't sure why the strange, dark-haired vampire wants her hand but all the survival instincts surging through her told her it wasn't good. Breath catches in her throat as she takes in her surroundings, the walls of the canyon seeming as though they were closing in. She is cornered, several of the guard blocking her exit as their presumed leader stalks toward her. A situation the Mexican commander is usually on the other end of, but now her own army was nowhere to be found. She was alone. A vulnerability she hasn't felt in centuries. Swallowing the rage bubbling from within - fighting this was no use - she tries the only other tool at her disposal. Her wits. "Qué es esto? I can assure you I have been careful." Another careful step backward, rocks crunching beneath her heel. "I only change strays, those half-dead already, those no one would miss." While she hardly showed it, Maria felt a sense of affection for her progeny. The forgotten, the beaten down. Like herself in her humanity. They would show the world who they really were; no one would forget their names again. Despite the thought, Maria continues to plead her case. "I keep them in line. No rules have been broken."