On a large black silk cushion close to the throne the living treasure known as Argent lounged on her stomach, head resting on folded arms, bare feet swinging idly above her as she considered the virtues of taking a nap. She'd given up being the picture of repose and dignity as befit her station within about five minutes of sitting here and the minutes that had ticked by ever since had seen her progress deeper and deeper into boredom. Without anything more than her king reviewing papers she didn't even have anything more to consider than the various thoughtful and displeased expressions to cross his face. Deciding she wasn't tired enough to be able to nap she sat up on her cushion and looked to her king. "Your highness, I'm *bored*. Can I go to the garden? I promise not to ditch my guards or anything." Unlike many of the residents of hell she could nearly always be trusted to keep her word. It was a side effect of the whole pure-soul thing.