The Grey Storm

32

Monday Meeting
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Isamiona walked down the hallway with her Ladies-in-waiting behind her, nodding her head slightly at subjects passing by or the Sun Ray Halo crown would snap her neck by the weight of gold on it. Blowing air out of nervousness, chewing the inside of her cheek. The walk to the main meeting hall felt longer than the rehearsals of last night, wearing the traditional Rosemary colours of black and crimson rather than the teal and gold to show her rank in the family. Her Eüya lean against the doors watching Isamiona from up far, eyeing for any flaws.

Squaring her shoulders so they are in line, her chin lift and her hands resting above her navel. It was uncomfortable, it was not like in movies, TV series or stories that commoners fawn over so much over. Holding her shoulders in that position brings great discomfort, adding on the heavy layers of skirts and petticoats were not helping either. Once Isamiona reached the outside of the doors, Lady Lelï lean over pecking Isamiona's lips giving an affectionate kiss amongst family members. She squeezed the child's cheeks, giving a wide eye glare of disapproval. "Stop," Isamiona immediately stopped chewing the skin that was healing the scar on the inside cheek.

"Do not disappoint me,"

"Aye Eüya," Isamiona's Head Lady-in-waiting walked first to open the doors, standing against the right door with her hand on her chest. "Her Ladyship enters!

Leya Isamonia Ara Ettiedrina Mirias Rosemary.

Future Lady of State of Zetharaoh, Governesses of the Black Lions fleet. Lord of the Aristocratic class.
First pure born of the Rosemary family, First of the Second generation daughter of the Lions.

Thane to Lady Lelï of Lelia Bayrah kingdom, Queen of Duāt Kingdom. Bloodhound of the Undefeated Lioness.

Lady of the Three of kingdoms, Goddess of the Gods' Unpredictable Child of Chaos.

First Crown Princess, Blood Phoenix of Turé, Daughter of the Himyas Tribe."

After all her titles were said, the room all stood up. Walking inside Isamiona kept her head up and her eyes harden. Every important Malagarian figure and title was here, even the Queen of the Nara Islands attended her first act as Lady of State. Gracefully walking the steps to the Great table, touching the Lion on the right statue armrest of her large throne. The whole room bowed lowly, except the Queen of course. Iseul on was on her right, motioning him to move her chair a bit. With great acting, he humbly moved the chair back for her and went back to bowing.

Shifting her skirts, so ever gracefully before sitting on the end of the chair slightly slanted, with her legs in the Duchess's cross. Resting her other wrist on the left Lion statue armrest, reading the room carefully. The meeting hall was cold like ice, the tensity of the room was thickening. She gave it a while, enjoying the fact that people in this room was at her mercy. "Be seated please," the room in sync sat down immediately, she eyed and sharpened her hearing to hear the quietest of mutterings. Waiting for the room to be totally quiet before speaking: "It is great honour to have important Heads at this briefing, allowing me the chance to be here in our busiest scheduled and that I thank."

She controlled the volume of her voice, she wasn't being sarcastic or sincere. The worst tones to have in this room, especially with Zetharpaoh being very sensitive with who is at the throne. "Our first agenda for today: is the loyalty to me, the throne, to the Lelia Bayrah Kingdom, to the Rosemary family, to Zetharaoh." each loyalty wording she spoke, she knocked her knuckles on the Lion armest. Emphasising each word, showing disappointment but fierceness.