<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b9/Mirevia.jpg)</div>Her husband seemed to have his own things taken care of, at least that’s what Mirevia supposed. At any rate, she need not fuss over her own King as she should Henrik. Then there was little Lenally…both of them needed a firm tone from her, for separate reasons. Henrik was her pride and joy, a true icon for Aserit; Lenally was so far turning out to be the start of grey in her otherwise golden hair.<br/><br/>She took one look at her bodice in the mirror, adjusting the cups that held her proud bosom. Perhaps it was a little haughty of her when they were still within the kingdom, but it wasn’t just the people of Theiri she needed to impress; she needed to remain that symbol of feminine elegance and strength within their own homeland. Strong, proud women bred strong, proud soldiers to further their expanse and kingdom, and in the coming years, they would likely need it more than ever since her rule began, what with the current state of their treasury<br/><br/>Finally satisfied with her appearance for now, she turned from the mirror to her last handmaiden. “Fetch my children. I must speak with them before we depart.”<br/><br/>The handmaiden departed, and Mirevia joined her husband and king on the balcony that attached to their quarter. It offered a spectacular view into the kingdom, most notably the city that their castle lay nestled around and the surrounding mountains in the distance.<br/><br/>“Well, my darling,” she said, coming to his side. “You seem awfully deep in thought. Are you thinking of how you will impress Theiri upon our first talks?”<br/>