Vixen elegantly paces around in her large bedroom inside her magical fortress she built. She walks over to the painting of Magnus, only one of the most respected warriors in the land of Ostellia. She sighs dreamily as she remembers when she first saw him arrive in town on his beautiful black horse, his muscles bulging under his armor. Oh, what a sight he was. But then the kitsune's face becomes filled with anger when she remembers seeing her sister, Rosemary, kissing the handsome man. Her handsome man. She growls under her breath before breathing in to calm herself down. She then smiles softly before leaning closer to the painting, placing a paw on the painting where Magnus's face was and lovingly caressing it. "Don't worry, my darling Magnus. My dear, deceased older sister's out of the way, so there won't be anyone or anything to keep us apart." She then plants a kiss where his lips are in the painting. No one would keep her from her knight in shining armor. No one.