An Eminence? No, I am just a reaper (OC story)

From order to chaos

                                                 ....Are we blind? Deploy the garrison!....

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Iris Midgar knew the duties that a person of her stature had to fulfil, bearing in mind that the eyes of the kingdom and its hopes were always turned in her direction. Their hopes, their inspirations, their fears...

To rule was not to win a battle...., but rather gain the hearts of those around you, to make them trust you..., believe in you.

It was inspiring as well as crushing to have to content and guard her steps with care not to stray from the invisible red lines that had been drawn. Much to her chagrin knowing that she could do just more than stay put in the comfort of normalcy.

Her father may be content on staying in his throne and let things run if they did not bothered him personally, but she was not her father.

Why should they become complacent with what they had? When they could do so much more...for their and their people sake?

Still...some modicum of caution was warranted. If only to please her father..., for now.

She sighed, leaning a bit against the wooden chair she was sitting on. Her eyes closing to a half lid, in deep thought before her lips wrapped into a thin line.

''To rule...., eh?''

Two words that she had heard a lot since she was young and had the mind to make sense of it.

She was meant to rule and take the reins of the kingdom if something were to happen to the king, her father..

It was not like a fairy tale which using just love could lead you to the good happy ending, but rather a perilous task drenched with vigilance, it had been a bitter pil to swallow, bit this world was a lot more darker than it had first appeared behind the eyes of a young child.

And so she was here, in her own...tallying compliances and writing letters to certain noble families, not in the battlefield fighting a monstrous fiend, or polishing her sword after a fruitful investigation on the vile souls that threatened the peace of her kingdom.

Instead she was writing invitations or complimenting the people on the other end of the letter so that they were...perhaps a bit more compliant in helping keep things stable.

Something that her sister had told her would do wonders than just command the people to do. Something that had to with pride and that the cackling of chicken was more bearable when they were content rather than bitter.

She did not know about chickens though..., but nobles did have some pride. Even for the smallest things..

Perhaps it had to do with that..? She had not been able to ask her sister when she had shared that with her since she immediately walked away.

And so...here she was again.

It was an unglamorous task, but strictly necessary for the wheels of society to grind on. Though one in which she did not excel in the least...

Ironically, it was one of the few things she painfully lacked in herself, forcing her to delegate responsibilities to others.

She had tried to learn, if not out of wounded pride to ease the burden she had placed on others when it should have been hers alone.

But she had not witnessed a significant change, if any...

Her eyes darted to the side, landing on a small photo of her and her sister..., the two looked rather happy in each others embrace.