<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Lady Victoriana Harkess (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=703255)</span><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd277/perhekorlee/hahmokuvia/Magika.jpg)</div><br/>Sitting uncomfortable at the so called throne,<strong> Victoriana</strong>raised her eyes toward her sergeant-at-arms, nodding, before turning back toward the outrider.<strong>"See that the man is fed and pampered. He is an herald to my brother's arrival."</strong>she gave out an order to the servants, and waved the man off. After they were alone with<strong>Aren</strong>.<strong>"So much has happened after I seen him last. I was but an child, when he left us. To his <em>´fool's errants´</em> as father called them, and now, if stories are to believed, he has taken an heathen wife. It is best that he will not know of ..us... not at the beginning atleast. I cannot say, how he would react, if at all. But what I know of his patron god, Pholtus, is that mercy is not in his scriptures. The order of Inquisition, which my brother belongs to, is known by its strict ethics and unforgiving straight forwardness."</strong>She was not happy, not happy at all. Sure, she did not want the throne, she wanted to explore the world, see places, but last year had been rought wakeup call for her. Peasants depended on laws and customs, but not everything was black and white. She found fearing for the peasants, who would go under her brother's thumb.<br/><br/><strong>"Aren, would you gather my council. They need hear it from me, what is coming."</strong>She touched<strong>Aren's</strong>hand ever so softly, as she still hated to give him orders.