<div class="floatright">(http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m241/Lui_punkgirl/queenamelia.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Amelia Theiri<br/><strong>Role: </strong>Queen of Theiri<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Inside the castle, bustling about >Throne room<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>No one until the throne room, then Erin, Nadir and Lorenso<br/><hr/><br/>Amelia woke rather early in the morning, as she did each day, and today would be no different. Rolling over in her bed, groggily, she reached for the space next to her hoping to feel the warmth of her husband. He wasn't there, as he hadn't been there for two weeks now. She still had yet to be used to sleeping alone, after so many years together in the same bed. A soft groan escaped Amelia's lips as she rolled back onto her back and stared at the canopy of the bed. Today was an important day, with the possibilities of the kingdom's recovery on the line.<br/><br/>Slowly she removed herself from the bed, her sleep wear lightly cascading over her skin as she stood. A stretch later, Amelia walked over to her bedroom window, and pulled back the curtains. It was just barely dawn, and she was awake and staring at her kingdom's capital. Worry filled her, as well as despair. Times have been nothing but cruel to her people as the tension between her country and the Aserit had escalated passed a point where no longer, could anyone ignore it. There were people out there, starving despite her and her husband's best efforts. Even after cutting all but a few of the extravagant ways of her family and the things that cost the people the most (even though Amelia would gladly give everything to her kingdom, the king refused that much) She did her best to support the local farmers, purchasing meats, fruits, and veggies from them. Fish from the fishermen, and breads from the bakers  through out the kingdom.<br/><br/>Their wells were drying up, money wise, it was getting harder to help support the kingdom by pushing back money into it that wasn't returning. The cycle itself was going to collapse upon itself within the next year or so if nothing was to change. Peace between the two kingdoms must be obtained, lest a war that would destroy both of them were to happen. Amelia let out a heavy and loud sigh as she shut the curtains. "I need a bath..." She moved and snagged her robe from over a chair and she padded lightly into the hallway outside her quarters. She snagged the attention of an attendant and requested a hot bath be drawn up, in the usual fashion... A soak in a steamy bath, followed by her usual scrubs. She craved a milk bath, she hadn't had one in ages since they had to cut costs at the castle, but she made by without it just perfectly.<br/><br/>Placing her robe over her body, Amelia in her bare feet, made her way down to the kitchen. She wanted to see how everyone was doing and to offer them help should they need it. Arriving downstairs she had discovered they were already cooking for today's festivities and Ms. Finemore was running things rather smoothly. They exchanged smiles at one another and Amelia left the kitchen. Ms. Finemore was one of her favorite workers, a hardy woman with a heart of gold and a fondness for her daughter's antics. If anything was needed, Ms. Finemore always knew that she shouldn't hesitate to ask the Queen.<br/><br/>Despite being a Queen, Amelia stuck to her roots. A friendly and heartwarming woman in the clothes of a ruler. Her training was as a noble and she treated everyone equal growing up, favoring the peasants of her father's governed land, versus other nobles. The Queen was only ever selfish when it came to certain sinful desires... and baths. Her next destination was with the people setting up the dining area for tonight's supper. A majority of the table was set, and gardeners were already bringing in fresh flowers from her garden, the arrangements designed by herself. Today would be a simple setting, but still enough to leave an impression while making it clear that even the Queen wasn't swimming in riches. She needed to make a statement, which is why the flowers were simple wild variations of white Daisies, blue Cornflowers and a few stalks of purple Loosestrife.<br/><br/>The talks wouldn't take place in the throne room today, it was too large, and unwelcoming. A smaller banquet room within the castle was her goal, as she now stood within it--overseeing workers as they bustled about, bringing in flowers. Often times, Amelia found herself enjoying the smaller rooms of the spacious castle on several occasions. it felt too empty, as there were less workers bustling about, and her children often not screaming about. Her children were no longer youngsters, wailing at the top of their lungs and prancing about the castle hallways, echoing laughter hitting the walls. She missed it at times, and these smaller rooms brought her comfort. Satisfied with how everyone was doing, she made her way back to the kitchen to snag some breakfast.<br/><br/>It felt like a long walk, walking around the castle early in the morning, but it was refreshing albeit lonely. By the time she had made her way back to the kitchen, a small breakfast already awaited her, much to her surprise. She looked up at girls in the kitchen. "Girls, you really needed have done this, I was going to make my own..." Amelia smiled and the girls in the kitchen told her to just eat it and get ready for the day. "Alright... but this means your next breakfast, I'll be making it." Amelia let out a hearty chuckle. She would eat in the kitchen, taking seat on the stool in front of her food. She ate almost every breakfast in the kitchen with her daughter since her husband left on a trip for negotiations. Typically they both ate in the dining room, but Amelia preferred the gossip and the chatter of the girls her daughter's age. It refreshed her and made her feel much younger than she really was.<br/><br/>And so this morning she did the same, except for the absence of her daughter Kiara. She was up too early for her relaxed daughter to join her. The breakfast was delicious and upon finishing, she reiterated that tomorrow, she would make breakfast for the girls in the kitchen. Amelia excused herself and made her way to her private bath. Her bath always took a while to draw out, all the scrubs were prepared before hand and then the water came last. The brunette thanked the attendant as they removed her robe and excused themselves.<br/><br/>This was the one thing Amelia enjoyed more than anything, food, sex, aphrodisiacs and flowers. The water, the warm perfumed waters were her sanctuary. They helped to clear her mind, and today was no exception, as she planned to soak for a good long time. The queen slowly unbuttoned her sleeping gown and let it fall gracefully to the floor beneath her. While untying her braided hair, Amelia walked into the bath before her. The smell of chamomile and lavender hitting her nose as soon as her chest hit the water. Having completely undone her hair, Amelia relaxed into the pillow at the edge of the pool, and propped herself up for a several hour long soak. Sure she would be pruny when she came out of it, but that's how Amelia liked it. Her skin relaxed to a state where scrubs had the best effect in her opinion. Sloughing off dead skin and polishing out blemishes and faults. Amelia sighed as she relaxed further into her bath, drifting to sleep like she often did.<br/><br/><em>There was a man, in front of her, smiling softly, his eyes hidden by shaggy unkempt hair. He approached her, holding out his hand. At first she thought it was her husband, returning, but then realized he was wearing the clothes of a peasant. Willingly, after a wave of calm washed over her, she took his hand. His rough fingers locked with her delicate soft ones, and she found herself drawn to it. Hard worked hands, but some care to them as well. When she looked back up, his features had changed some what, but the soft smile still was on his face. They were in her gardens now, surrounded by white roses. There were so many of them, to the point that each rose looked like a patch of snow on the bushes. <br/><br/>It was bright now, and she lost sight of the man's face, and her world began to shake. The calmness swept away to reveal a panicking sense of fear and despair. She felt consumed by it, as the light faded and darkness remained. Her heart raced, and she felt the pains of loneliness before another man appeared before her. The pain, fear and despair grew as she saw the smile on the new man's face. It was devilish, malicious and just plain wrong. Laughter rang in her ears....</em>And her eyes flew open.<br/><br/>Amelia had fallen too far into sleep, her hands had been gripping the sides of the bath. Releasing her grip she flexed her hands and let out a heavy sigh. IT was much brighter in the room, and she had no idea how long she had been out. The water was cooler, barely warm any more. "That... wasn't relaxing at all..."she proclaimed with another sigh. Looking around she had discovered that a new robe had been laid out on a chair for her and her sleeping gown was gone. An examination of her fingers as well proved to Amelia that she was ready for her scrubs. Climbing out of the water, she took a seat on the stool nearby. Her scrubs and lotions in dishes next to it. She picked up the first one, the roughest of all her scrubs, meant for exfoliating her skin. She rubbed herself just before the point of raw, her skin lightly pinked from the grating of the sand particles. A dip in the bath removed it all before she went onto the next.<br/><br/>She repeated the scrubs until she had gone through them all, the water starting to get a bit dirty looking when she was finally done within it. The last thing she placed on her skin was the lotion in the bowl. It was a concoction she made with the apothecary she knew from her childhood. Scentless, it was an amazing moisturizer and contained all natural ingredients like anything that would ever touch her olive skin. After she finished rubbing it in, she placed the new and fresh robe around her body, tying it closed. Walking out the door, she stopped to ask the attendant on the seat outside of it a question. "How long was I in there today?" The girl's answer was that she had been in there at least two hours, and she had to replenish the heat in the water once. "Sounds about normal... Thank you deary," Amelia replied before heading for her chambers.<br/><br/>She chose today to get ready today mostly by herself, the first piece of clothing she put on was a nice pair of white panties (http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m241/Lui_punkgirl/U157-1PPlusSizeSatinLaceWhitePantyWomenSexyUnderwear.jpg). Of course the only exception was the thirty minutes spent with her personal maid, tightening her underbust corset (http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m241/Lui_punkgirl/Long_line_steel_boned_underbust_corset_in.jpg). Once that was done, Amelia set to powdering her face and applying a faint amount of makeup. She was never fond of heavy makeup and preferred little to none, and believed that a beautiful face shined brightest with flawless skin.<br/><br/>The ends of her hair were still wet as she maneuvered her wavy hair into an updo (http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m241/Lui_punkgirl/evening-curly-Hair-Styles.jpg) with many hair pins. Before she had even attempted to put on her chosen gown for the night, she had spent much time prepping herself. Having moved to the closet, which wasn't a closet but a room full of mannequins with her best dresses on them. A tiny room, and cluttered by dresses, each made by a different tailor within the kingdom. Amelia loathed not paying tribute to each artist within her country, and made it a habit of never returning to one tailor, providing them all with the chance to make a dress for her. "Something simple, and yet lightly commanding, with a dash of utterly ravishing," she plotted out loud as her grey eyes scanned the room and found her target. She retrieved the dress (http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m241/Lui_punkgirl/Generous-A-line-plunging-neckline-long-chiffon-dark-red-bridesmaid-dress.jpg) from the mannequin and began to dress herself. The fasteners in the back were a plus, as she could reach them and do them up without too much hassle.<br/><br/>Before leaving her room for the rest of the day, she caught herself in the mirror for one last look. No jewelry for today except the piece that would be on her head, as she bent over and picked up the crown she would wear for today. It wasn't much, and never had been, but it was hand crafted by the finest artisan in the country, years upon years ago. Gently she placed it on her head, adjusted it so that her hair kept it from falling off, and then let out another sigh. "Big day today Amelia, it is time to finally prove to the King we can do this, the kingdom depends on it," she pep talked herself. In truth she was greatly nervous, as seen by her fiddling hands as she made her way down to the throne room. She would never let someone see her in this state, not even her own husband or her children. The sides of her they would never have to see, for she was a strong and caring woman, that was all they needed to know.<br/><br/>Making her way into the throne room, she found Nadir and her lady fool, Erin conversing, Erin was sitting in her throne. "Those chairs aren't rather comfy, I find them a problem to sit on for longer periods of time." She laughed softly as she walked into the room, halfway through the conversation. "I hope everything plays out well as well Nadir... It would mean terrible things should it not." Amelia ended her statement with a sigh and then paused before continuing, "It could end up disastrous, but I will do my damnedest to keep that from happening. Luckily, King Maximus has shown a rather diplomatic side as of late in the letters he's sent me, the very few of them that is. So... this may not turn out too badly,"   She said calmly as she walked up to the two of them. Her nervous state seemingly had disappeared before she had entered the room. "How was your trip young Nadir? Uneventful or did you flirt your way into the pants of some girls on the way here?" She spoke with a flirtatious smile directed at the young ambassador.