Akaran Goddess
Imperial Palace
Akarui
Ki groaned with discomfort as the attendant, a crimson haired Kitsune, Itsuki, tightened the corset around her waist in preparation for donning a set of ceremonial robes. The stoic Nakano sister was dutifully going about her task, despite the Empress' gripes and pouting.Akarui
Ki turned, gasping for air, and sent a list of complaints at her advisors, standing near the entrance to her bed chambers,"I thought you said I didn't have to wear the corset? Umi? Mari?" her pouting would fall on deaf ears as the women in question conversed and went over today's schedule,"You're not even listening to me are you? I am your empress and I demand -" she was cut off as Itsuki gave one last herculean effort, and knotting the strings tightly.
"There you go Your Grace. Now let's get your kimono on." and she went to fetch said clothing as Ki peaked out again from behind the privacy shade at the two, now giggling, advisors.
"You must remember today, you are meeting with a fellow Queen of a soon-to-be ally. You need to be on your best behavior and show grace and actual etiquette today." Umi stated, regaining her composure.
Mari on the other hand, couldn't help her amusement,"We have to set up more events like this!" this warranted a sigh from her counterpart.
Ki pouted as Itsuki returned to prepare the actual dressing...
Meanwhile, other attendants and staff hurried around the palace and grounds. Tables needed setting, decorations needed hung and most importantly, food needed cooked. The palace needed to be immaculate, and it would be for their expected guest.
