Viva la Vida

To be a Queen

Arulet had to contain her smile as she fell to her knees and sobbed. Tonight had gone along perfectly. She disguised her joyful tears as those of grief as her shocked lover came to supposedly comfort her. She simply played along and cried into his shoulder. She watched from the corner of her eye as Itolar, the Berolan representative, watched them for but a moment before quickly leaving the scene along with the final few of the guests. These next few days would be hectic, she knew.

And she was right. Ralton had gone into a stressed panic without his trusty advisor and she found herself almost taking pity on him. One particular day where he was stressing about addressing the public, she decided it was time for her to truly play her part in the revolution. While Ralton was panicked and stressed, she would take temporary control of the kingdom so as to quietly assist the revolution. She stood and placed a firm hand on the pacing royal's shoulder.

"Let me handle the public. You're far too distraught to do it properly. Take a break. Allow me to fill your role for a while, I was around Kizani often enough to know what she would want me to say," she said, her tone and expression cold and serious. He gave her a concerned look which she only responded to with a stronger glare. She watched as his expression hardened ever so slightly and he nodded.

"It's in your surely capable hands, my dear. The kingdom...needs its queen," he said, chuckling nervously. "After all, behind every good king..." he trailed off.

"Is an even greater queen." She smiled. "I will not fail you dear. The kingdom will know that this will not be tolerated." She then took her hand from his shoulder and left him to attempt to relax. She had gone to her own personal study, decorated in black and jade velvet, lined occasionally with the silver trinket or trim. The dark green walls were decorated not only with what seemed to others to be a pitch black painting framed by a somehow even darker frame, but also dark wood shelves filled with various books. Her dark brown desk held many an item, from ink to paper, from feather quills to a simple candle. Next to the desk, in a silver cage, was a beautiful black raven. She had learned through this raven that she did have blood family, just not in Alurn. Her aunt, Marian, and her cousin, Jaslie, had sent her the bird as a wedding gift when they heard of her coronation.

She sighed as she drew the black velvet curtains over the silver framed window, blocking all light from entering the room. After a moment of being swallowed by the thick blanket of black, a small, fiery creature sprung to life from her candle. It was pale blue in color and shone bright enough to light the majority of the room. She smiled at the small squeaking creature for a moment before she looked to the black painting and placed her hand on it. She muttered a phrase under her breath in a language only known to her bloodline and watched as the black portrait glowed a ghostly blue. She smiled once again as multiple creatures of the same blue fire floated through the spiritual portal. The medium giggled at their sweet nature as she took her hand away from the portal, closing it. She then moved back to her desk and took to writing. This had to be believable, and as such she put herself into the mindset she was originally meant to be in.

For little less than an hour, she allowed herself to become cold and uncaring. The icy queen Ralton had expected her to be.

And with this mindset, she wrote a speech that under any other circumstances would terrify any who dared revolt against her and her king.

But he was not her king anymore.

She stood and walked off to command that the local writers place her upcoming speech in the paper. She knew it would attract all sorts. She had never before taken true charge of the kingdom, the residents would be eager to finally witness what kind of queen they had.

And many, she knew, would be pleased to know she was much more ruthless against those who break the law than her husband.

Or so they would think.

As she walked back to her study to read her own books, she allowed a smirk to pass over her chocolate colored features. She would have them all fooled.

All, that is, except for the revolution.