The command of her Empress sent Vela to fetch the chair. She found herself trying to imagine that the, obviously male, prince, was a female. It worked, to some extent, she could imagine seeing what the Emoress saw in him. However, her mind could not let go of the fact that the prince was a male, an however superior to most males, had to be inferior to her, and to the Empress. Vela only hoped that the Empress would reconsider. Surely the Emoress could not have a man who was not a slave...it would be an upset to society.<br/><br/>Vela took her position once more, standing now beside the prince. She gave him a cursory look from her new vantage point. She already knew what she would see, and did. He was an impressive male, but so very male. It made it difficult imagining him a female.<br/><br/>She could still remember her Empress's words to her about him. Not for Nesstren, never for Nesstren, she thought, the Empress came first, she was not a soldier for her nation, she was a soldier for her Empress alone. Even if she couldn't actually think of him as an equal, she would at least treat him as such. A royal guest, to be protected while the Empress favored him.