<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b9/Mirevia.jpg)</div>“Indeed,” Mirevia answered her husband with a chuckle. “We are not to be trifled with, and I do hope that the people of Theiri acknowledge that, for their sakes. We are being more than generous with them, though as you say, it does not give us reason to let our guards down. Assassins could strike against Omar and the other children in an attempt to cut our future rule.”<br/><br/>Such a thought was troubling, not only for the sake of the kingdom, but simply for the fact that they were her children. Any man to lift a finger against them would feel her personal wrath.<br/><br/>The door to their chambers entered, and Henrik, Lenally, and Omar entered. Omar, her pride and joy, the heir to the throne, properly prostrated himself before her and kissed her hand. Mirevia smiled warmly. “Greetings, my son. Do not worry yourself over a servant. She will return soon enough. I would much rather have you stay so that I may have talks with all of my children.”<br/><br/>Lenally was next to greet her, curtseying appropriately in a surprising dress of blue. The pained mask of forced pleasantry on her face was more than enough to show that she was furious about having to make herself presentable as a lady should. Mirevia expected nothing less from her rebellious youngest daughter.<br/><br/>“I am well, Lenally, how very kind of you to ask,” she replied to her greeting. Her smile was one more of politeness than love. It wasn’t that she didn’t love her daughter; Lenally was just going through a troublesome stage that she had yet to coax out of her. “I see that you have properly dressed yourself for our journey to Theiri. I simply cannot wait to show how my daughter is a prime example of Aserit royalty.”