Cynosure
ˈsīnəˌSHo͝o(ə)r
Noun
A person or thing that is the center of attention or admiration
Eden Purcallidus is what people would call a cynosure- impeccably perfect in every way possible. It is as if she was crafted like a hollow statue; flawless...
She is adorned in wealth. It shows in her clothing, her hair, her jewelry. Her gown is full at the waist, tight at the chest, and sprawls out on the floor.
White, cremé, gold blends into red at the front. Fabrics of the highest quality elegantly trimmed and delicated placed together.
A golden dragon is embroidered against shimmering white at the back, for such a majestic creature should always dance to each step of the wearer.
She wears opera length gloves cut at the wrist decorated with gold flourishes. Intricate metals and stones weave together like an armored gloved cover her hands, flashes of flesh seen every time she moved.
Her hair pinned back and curled, the contrast of her ink colored hair to her bright gown apparent. On her head rested a lavish head piece with metal roses of all sizes welded together. Thin bronze colored chains that sprouted from one end of the head piece and later connected to the other side laid at the back of her hair.
Her Majesty the Queen they call her. And with her abundant jewels and expensive fabric she enters the room.
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"My Queen, I understand the need to hold a banquet for the arrival of the neighboring kingdoms King but your people cannot afford more taxes." He does not look at the Queen but behind her where a booming voice sounds.
"Your Queen does not have time for such matters. Her people can afford the taxes if they want to uphold the treaty." The governor simply glances at the queen before looking down. The raking of her hand jewelry is loud in the silence.
'A doll, he probably thinks. What everyone in the room probably think because the Queen does not rule. The women behind the veil does. She speaks for the Queen, as the Queen, like a Queen. And the doll? She sits there in her expensive robes and gold head pieces.
She sits looking down at her subjects, but is looked down upon by the women behind the curtain.
"Isn't that right, My Queen." She moves her head in a single calculated move, subtle enough for people to see but not firm enough to move her head jewelry.
"The Queen has spoken, and her word is law."
No one sees the women sitting behind the throne, hidden by a dropdown curtain. No one sees the ugly grin plastered on her face, no one sees her twirl a single silver ring around her finger, and no one questions why the Queen does not wear her family seal.
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