Her Majesty

Oneshot

Radiant, absolutely radiant, completely effervescent, breathtaking, cosmic.

Yes, that is exactly what Sybil Mira thought of her queen and that is what she would think always, with or without her glamor. Her queen could capture the heart of any Earthen that she pleased, of most Lunars and Sybil was no exception. There was nothing in the galaxy that she wouldn't do for her queen and not just because she was her loyal head thaumaturge. Yes, Sybil Mira had fallen head over heels in love with the queen of Luna and she had no idea what the hell she was supposed to do about it.

She hid it well enough; tried to ignore the way that her heart jumped into her throat every time the queen looked at her, pushed it down so far that even the most talented lunar (her queen, of course) wouldn't be able to sense it. Sybil presses her feelings behind her steely eyes, and her perfectly white teeth, and between her capable fingers. But try as she might the love she has for her stays lodged in her throat.

She didn't use her glamor to make large alterations to her looks, just little improvements here and there; but the way that her queen's eyes swept over her, so cold and unreadable, made her wish to make herself into a different person entirely. Her breath caught in her throat and she felt the strong urge to close her eyes so that she doesn't have to see her queen's sharp, scathing eyes, amber today, pierce her as if she can see everything that Sybil has gone to such great lengths to hide.

She is speaking to them both now; Sybil and Aimery, but her eyes never leave Sybil for a moment. They're dismissed from the Solar, one of the queen's favorite places in the palace. In the elevator, made completely of glass, Aimery turns to her with that smile on his face, the one that usually means he's about to do or say something horrible.

"So," he says, "are you planning to stage a coup?"

Sybil inhales sharply at the question and turns on him, hands curled beneath her sleeves. "I would never-!"

He holds his hand up, "Yeah, yeah, I know. I was kidding." He rolls his eyes and his smile grows a little wider. Aimery is always smiling, as long as she's known him he has always been terribly even tempered even when faced with the worst of things. It was as impressive as it was unnerving.

He is, of course, as aware as she is that she has violently stopped several hostile takeovers, nipping some in the bud before the offenders could even reach the castle gates. Sybil has literally devoted her whole life to Queen Levana; more willing to live and die for her than most of the guards around here and probably most of the thaumaturges too, Aimery thinks. But there is something very off about her, especially lately.

"So what ever might be the problem, Sy?" Sybil and Aimery are always around the queen, where she goes they go and even on Luna they never stray far from where she is. As such, they are always around each other as well, they have been for many, many years now. One might even consider them friends.

Sybil rolls her eyes, "I don't know what you're referring to."

Aimery has to stop himself from rolling his eyes. "Right, so the nervous energy rippling off of you is just my imagination then?"

"You're not making any sense," she deadpans

"You're a terrible liar, Sybil." The doors to the elevator open and he slips out of the elevator and down another hallway before she can get over her shock.

Sybil thinks that is she just lies, to herself, to Aimery, to everyone, then eventually it will all become true. Aimery was wrong, she was a great liar. She certainly didn't need his negativity making her think otherwise.

Negative.

Aimery.

The thought was a little bit funny. The man was unnervingly affable, like his life was one long diplomatic mission. But she liked him anyways; she knew a good thaumaturge when she saw one, and even better, a good friend. Not that she would ever tell him such, she did have a reputation to uphold after all.