Amunet could hear the protest of his nails as they dug into the gold and she restrained herself from wincing.  He was angry, as he often was and when he was angry, his wraith was unmatched and unmerciful.  She would try as she might to spare the others from his anger and take it upon herself, but one never knew when he would take to that bait.  Sometimes the death of thier servants were inevitable.  The silence that followed seemed to last an eternity until suddenly she felt his fingertips upon her cheek and it was only then that she lifted her emerald gaze to his own.  His questions fell upon her ears and she felt his fingertips trail down the length of her neck, til it found her shoulder and a shiver slithered down the length of her spine until his fingers dug into her shoulder, displaying the depth of his anger and a whimper left her lips, though she was careful not to react in any other way than that.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF00"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">"I was within my chambers, my love.  My maidens were brushing my hair, to your satisfaction I hope, dear brother."</span></span></span>She said, selecting her words carefully.  She felt him pull her up from the floor and her bare parted with it.  At his command, she sat upon his lap, having no real way of sitting anywhere else with his grip upon her shoulder.  Her hair was the only thing that betrayed the apprehension she felt within her stomach, slithering this way and that.  The ends of her hair stroked along the lengths of his flesh along his back and arms in an attempt to sooth him and her eyes once more sought out his own.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF00"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">"Is there something you wish of me, my love?  Anything to sooth you?  I despite to see my brother in such a state."</span></span></span>She said, her words sweet and lulling, her hand coming up to trace delicate fingertips along the length of his jaw.  She had the power and strength equal to her brother's, could have defied him, but she knew it would only end in a blood bath and destruction.  His will and ambition had always surpassed her own and she was always more keen to be the diplomat, to ease the tension when she could.  She had empathy for the world around her and despite her brother's vision, she did not want more death than what was already to come.