<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b9/Mirevia.jpg)</div>“Greetings, Henrik,” she said to her youngest son, who offered a polite bow. “The King and I anxiously await your report.”<br/><br/>Though Lenally voiced the question, she addressed her answer to all of her children. “We will travel to Theiri to discuss the possibility of a peaceful treaty with their royal family. I know you are all aware of the state of our kingdom, and though our military might is more than enough to take Theiri by force, it would cause a great strain on our finances. A better way to strengthen our power is through subtlety this time.”<br/><br/>She turned to her oldest son. “Omar, I know that you are well aware of the magnitude of your presence has. You are the shining example of the future of Aserit. You are proud, strong, and determined. Theiri must know that our rule is not weakened by new generations.”<br/><br/>“Henrik,” she continued, turning to her youngest son. “You are your older brother’s support. Omar is not the only power in our family. You are another example of our military superiority, even if you are younger. Both of you bear your father’s presence, which is formidable.”<br/><br/>Last she turned to Lenally, who looked ready to burst at the seams. The fact that her own daughter refused the elegance of the finest of their weaves in favor of men’s clothes infuriated her. She smiled blandly, and stooped to inspect her closer.<br/><br/>“And you, dear Lenally, are the pearl of the family. You carry on that fiery spirit inherent in all Aserit women, especially your mother and Queen.” She ran her hands along the folds of the dress, smoothing and adjusting them. “This dress looks lovely on you. I made sure my servants packed appropriate attire for each day for you. The Theiri men will simply be amazed by the women of the royal family.”