Janic 26th, Woodensday, 59 Year of Dynasty
It seems the more I try to stay true to tradition, the more rules I break. I have decided to wear the traditional robes my father wore and his father before him. I will stand on the the right side of the room to signify I will be a strong leader as my forefathers were. Robertin has been an invaluable strength to me through the last week...
Jamdia smiled at the scowls and the insecure looks as she strode off the throne platform in the hearing room. She had just announced her intentions to have a traditional coronation ceremony. She kept the smile on as she walked to the royal chambers, followed by her entourage.
As she entered her outer chambers she motioned her entourage to disperse. She gently shut her door to the outer chamber behind her. She let the smile slide and gave a heavy sigh. She brooded to her inner chamber where she slammed the door behind her. "What do they want from me!" She screamed. She let the words echo in her chamber. "If I changed things they would eat me alive." She muttered and sank into a chair.
"I would like to see them try." Robertin's voice whispered into her ear. He came around her chair, grinning at her surprise and knelt in front of her. He had been in the hearing room, but she had lost track of him in the crowds after her speech. They hadn't been alone together since the day he arrived, there had been too many preparations. But he had been almost ever present, on the edge of the crowd, whenever she needed a sportive glance. Now, she was again grateful for his calming presence.
"How did you get in here?" She demanded, worried more about who knew he was there than the breach of privacy.
"Believe it or not your majesty, you are incredibly predictable when one takes the time to study your actions." Came the response. He grinned, "I slipped out just before you did and came in a side door. I ensured your privacy." Jamdia's face relaxed into a smile and Robertin gently placed his hand on her knee, sending electricity up Jamie's spine. "Well done, your majesty. You navigate the treacherous terrain you have been placed in beautifully."
An involuntary smile spread across Jamdia's face. This was the one person in the world who could make her feel human without taking away the reality of her position. Leaning in toward him, she reached out and cupped his cheek in her hand. Almost by muscle memory their eyes met, Robertin reached up and pulled her to him until their lips met.
...in that moment all seemed right in the world.
