<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/>One of the guards outside the King's room decided to go in and check on Amena. She had been in the room for at least an hour and a half, if not two hours. When he walked in, his breath caught in his throat. Before him lay the King, dying as he was and Amena in her green dress leaned over with tear stains on her cheeks, hand holding the King's as if she never wanted to let go, hair falling around her as she slept. The only light was the fire place, and it flickered shadows over the two. He had never seen anything so beautiful and tragic in his life, and he hesitated to ruin the peaceful, grim scene.<br/><br/>He managed to take the steps need, coming to lightly shake Amena by her delicate shoulder,<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FFBF00"> "Lady Amena...Lady Amena..." </span></span>his voice was soft so as not to startle the woman. When her green eyes opened, he was suprised to see how unguarded they were. She was full of a desperate depression that he hoped he would never understand.<span style="color: #BF0000">"Yes?"</span>she replied, still obviously a little bit asleep as she sat up, blinking her eyes rapidly.<span style="color: #FFBF00">"Lady Amena, you've been in here for nearly two hours--perhaps you should retire to your chambers?" </span>he suggested, and she nodded some, still trying to wake up. The guard offered her a hand, and she took it.<span style="color: #FFBF00"> "I'll walk you,"</span>he said, and she took his elbow.<br/><br/>His kindness was unnecessary, but it eased her some. The conversations with Edward and the Queen rang through her head and she had to do everything to keep from crying again. The guard assumed she was upset for the King's health, and she was--but that had not been the cause of her heart break. She wanted nothing more than to see Yakari, but was afraid of leaving the castle should the Queen need her. The last thing she needed to do was disappear.<br/><br/>The guard led her through the halls, making his way with her to her room. When she came upon it, however, she realized that she did not want to be in this room. Her new placement had been done out of love and care, worry for her safety. She did not deserve to sit it in at that moment. Still, she thanked the guard and he gave her a bow, going back to his duties. She stood there for a moment, walking in. She decided she would change her dress. No sense in letting such a beautiful dress go to waste on such a miserable woman. She called in a maid to help her, and slipped into one of her usual black dressed, though it was in similar style to her green one.<br/><br/>When she was done, she left her room to go to her old one. She had come across a few of the maids who were off duty in amorous embraces with male servants and some even with knights. She didn't chastise them as she usually would, and they were too far in their fun to notice her. She walked into the room, only the moon lighting it through the window, and sat down in her chair. The room didn't look much different with all of her things gone, but that was mostly because she didn't have anything. She noticed in her new room Edward---or maybe just the maids, had taken the liberty to add things to it, to give it some life. She had appreciated it, but now she wished to just wallow in self-pity.<br/><br/>She was fairly certain she was going to lose her position, and she wasn't sure how she was going to be able to cope with that. How she was going to be able to tell Yakari. She wondered what she could do. Would she just run off the cliffs like she was so tempted to do, or would she ready a horse and just disappear, become a traveling woman with no place to call home. She wanted to be with Yakari, but couldn't handle the thought of putting him through her depression. He would have to watch as she fell apart, and she did not want that for either of them.<br/><br/>She could only wait until she heard word of what was to be done with her as she stared out the window of the small room.