<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 125%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-weight: bold">House of Cadell<br/>Lady in Waiting</span></span></span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20130430235600/wiki-amistad/es/images/thumb/0/02/Scarlet_by_skipta-d5h1tgb.jpg/180px-Scarlet_by_skipta-d5h1tgb.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Lady Amena Aeide</span></span></span></div><br/><br/>The guard who had escorted her to her room had arrived at her old one. He seemed curious as to why she had migrated to this room, but as he opened the door to the dark, cold space--he somewhat understood. The lady in waiting looked as if she were waiting for an execution and he wondered what had transpired to make her more grim than usual, but didn't dare ask.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FFBF40">"Lady Amena..." </span></span>he called, and she turned slightly to regard him,<span style="color: #BF0000">"Yes?" </span><span style="color: #FFBF40">"The Queen and Reeve request your presence in the Queen's chambers..."</span>Amena nodded, standing smoothly as her dress rustled with the movement. She followed the guard out, refusing his offered elbow with a slight shake of her head.<br/><br/>It didn't take long for them to arrive and it took all in Amena to not break down right then and there. This was it, she was done. The Queen would release her of her position and she would be lost in a sea of utter despair. She could only hope God and Yakari would understand if she decided to throw herself off the cliff. She figured God would understand better. Still, she tried to vow to herself she would not go to such lengths, as she did not want to hurt Yakari in that way.<br/><br/>The guard left as Amena curtsied,<span style="color: #BF0000"> "Good evening, your majesty, my lord..."</span>she greeted, though her voice seemed kind of heavy with a sad acceptance. She was fully prepared to hear that she was no longer welcome, that she was a failure, that she was no longer fit to be a Lady in Waiting.