Ok, the last thread became far too off track of the real story and so this is a new beginning. As we left off, the very young ( And childless) Queen Klea had been about to embark on leading her sleeping country to war after many millenia of peace. She is raising supplies and tracking down old allies of her country.
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*In the royal chambers Klea sits clad in her silky dressing gown. The dark scarlet of the material casts her skin to a shade paler than ivory and brings out the rich stormy quality of her great grey eyes. Few would ever see her in so casual or intimate attire and those few included her Ladies in waiting who double as her personal guard and a young Page who had been at her side since they were children.
Jean Louis watches his Queen with a certain sadness and worry as he rarely sees her so fragile. She is dainty and fragile-looking to be sure, he acknowleges... But usually when she is walking, talking, ordering, scolding, laughing, smiling... really doing anything at all or simply watching in that silent way of hers she always seems so very intimidatingly strong.
Shaking his head at his thoughts he nearly misses her glance and quiet words.*
" We are at War Jean Louis... It begins today."
*Kneeling at her tiny feet and presses a kiss to her equally small hand and comforts her as best he knows how.*
"Your Majesty will lead us through this. In that I have no doubt and when we are victorious we will have peace once more."
*Smiling a ghost of a smile she touches the crown of his curls and watches him with those eyes of winter skies.*
"If you can have hope my Jean Louis, then so can I."
* The two old friends exchange a smile and resting his head on her lap they gaze out over the yet peaceful Capital city of Palatina. Klea passes a small note to one of her trusted guard and they share a thoughtful look knowing who the note is for.
The woman nods slightly but speaks not a word as she exits in search of the dark personage to whom the note and a name so feared that few dare speak it belongs to. When her servant is gone the Queen speaks as she continues to pet Jean Louis' curls without looking to her Ladies.*
"I am ready to dress and see the Diplomats. Let them throw at me what they will...I am ready for anything."