Aya Clarke
Lady Clarke, Saint of the Crimson Eagle
Queen.
Aya sat in her personal office, within her new home in New Hylotl, sipping a cup of tea thoughtfully. Since helping the people build both the new capital on the lake, and this grand palace for their monarch, she had been made their newly elected queen and viceroy. It was, odd, unexpected. Something she had never thought would be hers to claim. Yet even as she sat there behind her desk, the light of the day trickling in behind her, she couldn't help but feel, delighted to claim it.
Queen.
She had once been a general for the Confederacy, leading armies of droids from the frontlines, charging into the fray with blade in hand. And here, she sat within her Saint armor, quietly contemplating her tasks for the day. There was less than she expected, much of her duties were handled quite well by advisers or proxies, leaving plenty of empty space in her schedule. Perhaps that would change but, as it stood, she had much time to do little more than sit and think.
Queen.
She was blissfully unaware that some, social rivals, those who had hoped to become Viceroy or coveted her renown, had whispered rumours of her allegiance. Though she held loyalty to the Confederacy, they whispered of her desire to take Holyin and leave. There was no such malice in her heart, but the rumours met not her ears, and instead met those who would have desire to investigate. And once such individual was personally to investigate, and determine the validity....
[member="Jayce Pryde"]
Aya sat in her personal office, within her new home in New Hylotl, sipping a cup of tea thoughtfully. Since helping the people build both the new capital on the lake, and this grand palace for their monarch, she had been made their newly elected queen and viceroy. It was, odd, unexpected. Something she had never thought would be hers to claim. Yet even as she sat there behind her desk, the light of the day trickling in behind her, she couldn't help but feel, delighted to claim it.
Queen.
She had once been a general for the Confederacy, leading armies of droids from the frontlines, charging into the fray with blade in hand. And here, she sat within her Saint armor, quietly contemplating her tasks for the day. There was less than she expected, much of her duties were handled quite well by advisers or proxies, leaving plenty of empty space in her schedule. Perhaps that would change but, as it stood, she had much time to do little more than sit and think.
Queen.
She was blissfully unaware that some, social rivals, those who had hoped to become Viceroy or coveted her renown, had whispered rumours of her allegiance. Though she held loyalty to the Confederacy, they whispered of her desire to take Holyin and leave. There was no such malice in her heart, but the rumours met not her ears, and instead met those who would have desire to investigate. And once such individual was personally to investigate, and determine the validity....
[member="Jayce Pryde"]