Janic 19th, Woodensday, 59 Year of Dynasty
This week has been overwhelming. There are many questions that have no answers. Do I wear the traditional men's clothing for the crowning or do I demand new women's robes to be made? Do I stand to the left of the room as a man would or the right. I have tried to keep up with my studies amidst the chaos as I calms my nerves to translate plays from one language to another. But it is difficult. I try not to get frustrated, but it is difficult. I had a special visitor today...
Jamdia leaned over her writing. The archaic words were the most difficult. She had found a spare moment but she hadn't had time to settle into the translation when a small firm knock on the door caused her heart to leap out of her chest.
"I clearly said I was not to be disturbed! " her words rang against the walls. She paused then began to translate again. The knock was louder this time. Jamdia flung her papers in the air.
"Well come in then and face my displeasure!" The words were barely out of her mouth when the door creaked open. Her scowl turned into a grin when she saw the face peeking around the door. "Robertin! Come in, come in!" He closed the door she rushed to him and embraced him. "It's been too long!" She breathed.
"Indeed it has your highness," Robertin smiled. "I hear you have been busy changing all the rules." Jamdia would have done anything to stop the blush spreading on her cheeks.
"I had a good teacher." She said clearing her throat. "What are you doing in the capital city?" Robertin walked to the center of the room.
"I thought you might need some support from an old friend, your highness." He bowed on one knee. Jamdia slowly walked toward him. She reached out her hand and felt the electricity as he gently grasped her fingers and kissed her hand. A small smile brushed her lips as their eyes met.
...when his lips met my hand, years of memories came flooding back to me. Years of childhood troublemaking, clubs, skinned knees flashed through my mind. These were quickly overshadowed by more recent memories of glances heavy with meaning, forbidden touches, and secret rendezvous. I couldn't be more pleased to see my old friend.
