Lady of Indupar
Indupar, Royal Estate
Oriana hated such dealings disguised as pleasantries and networking. Such a thin veneer that forced everyone to play a part. The older she grew the more she wished those around her would speak plainly. Act plainly. Such a thing was a pipe dream. Nobility was slow to change. Some, like the Hapans, still had gendered rulers rather than birth order. If it hadn't changed in nearly a millennia then it was doubtful it would change in the next millennia.
Such was life.
Servants buzzed around the drawing room, focused on setting up an afternoon tea with Jak Meridian . Oriana knew little of him. Much of her life she had been the supporting player in the noble world. The silent daughter, the poised wife. Being thrust into a more forward facing role where the consequences were real was absolutely terrifying. A true stain on her education as well, but no one expected with her being so far down in line of succession anything of this sort would happen.
She was supposed to produce heirs, host the spouses of other nobles, and oversee charitable organizations. Her entire noble training had emphasized and prepared her for all three principles. Making her own deals and connections was a foreign concept. Just the thought alone was stifling, as Oriana noted in her ragged breathing.
Its not life and death. Not this meeting. Just potential political connections.
As she was wrestling with her own self-confidence, a servant arrived, giving a small curtsy. Oriana wished they would stop doing that but again, change was slow if not impossible at times. Head lifted in greeting, taking her focus off spiraling down a rabbit hole of anxiety.
"Lady Indupar, your guest has arrived."
Standing, she smoothed her dress, moving to prepare a formal greeting. Now this she could do.
"Send him in Jori."
