Mio sighed as she reclined near what could constitute as a throne. It was a cleared out area with a stone nearby, and some flowers that Mio did her best to cultivate. It was hard growing flowers when you didn't know much about them, and paws didn't work very well in being tender with them. She let her eyes wander over their beauty as she tried to not let herself get too upset at her daughter.
The pain was coming from the fact that it was a little too close to home for Mio. She hadn't had much of a choice, being with Zahi, but she had made it work. Even when her past finally caught up with her, she had decided to be with Zahi, as painful as it had been.
Ria had a choice, in a way. She was the one who had approved Alizeti, and helped to bring him back to the pride's lands. Sure, he was pretty low on the class scale in the Mwezi'Johari, but it was the connection to an outside pride that had been more important to Zahi and Mio than just his class. Still, as soon as they had returned it seemed like Ria was trying to change her mind, but it was too late to do that.
With another sigh, the Lady of the House hoped that her daughter wouldn't be gone for too long. She didn't want to have to send the royal guards after her.
