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โ๐ ๐ค๐ฅ๐ค ๐๐๐ โ๐๐ช๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ค Katjana ul Erinnian was perfect. She knew it. So did everyone else around her. She didn't even need to remind anyone of this. The touch of ul on her body was clear. She examined her perfectly manicured nails as one of her attendants, a vibrant and handsome man, rubbed her feet under the water of the large tub she was soaking in. She rolled her eyes back and leaned back, letting the cool stone of the tub chill her back for a moment. She'd been soaking for nearly an hour and her fingers hadn't started to pruneโthey never would. "I'm finished here," she said to the man, who promptly got out of the tub, wrapped a towel around his waist, and then held a soft cotton robe open for Katjana to slip into. She got out of the tub, water dripping off her lithe beautiful body, and then slipped her arms into the sleeves before tying the robe shut at the front. She held out a hand and another towel was immediately placed in it. She started to gently pat at her long hair, darkened from the water. "Kindly fetch me something to eat and drink," she said. The man nodded and disappeared out the door. Katjana walked over to the balcony that overlooked the courtyard of the Erinnian family estate in the center of Khare and opened the glass double doors to let in some of the cool morning breeze. She leaned against the metal railings as water dripped from her hair into the open courtyard below. Servants and attendants busied themselves for the day, cleaning, preparing food, and ensuring that any number of rooms of the large estate were ready to receive guests. The Voice of ul, after all, was always busy. If she wasn't entertaining, she was making arrangements for other parties to meet. It was a critical role that she had in the government, that of... facilitator. "Quinna!" Katjana waved lightly to one of the household servants. She had been a servant to the ul Erinnian line for decades and was in charge of supervising maids, servants, advisors, and the like. Quinna looked up at the balcony and quietly awaited instructions. She was, after all, blessed to be in service to such divinity. "Can you please send for Hadrea Shademire? I have need of her." The older woman nodded politely and then turned and left the courtyard, presumably to go find the young political advisor to the Voice of ul. It would surely take Quinna some time to track down the advisor, and that gave Katjana more than enough time to finish her morning routine. Katjana turned and walked into back into her suite and toweled off her hair before brushing it and teasing out any knots. It didn't take long for her hair to dry, and in that time she walked over to her armoire and took out a lush silk gown with a high collar, woven with silver, gold, and littered with small gemstones in the shape of a flower. She selected a deep red belt and wrapped it around her delicate waist, before looking at herself in the mirror, turning from side to side, looking at her profile, and ensuring that she was showing off enough of her curves to be tantalizing without being... well, trashy. She had a reputation to maintain, after all. While she served the little people she was still the Voice of a goddess. Some time later, dressed and with her makeup properly applied, she sat in front of a large mirror and carefully positioned colourful feathers in her hair. She tilted her head to the side and positioned another one before plucking a pair of grapes from a platter of fruit that the servant had brought her earlier. She chewed thoughtfully and inserted a bright red feather next to the others as a knock filled the room with sound. Hopefully, it was Hadrea. She had business to attend to and it was the sort of business that the Voice of ul should be taking part in herself. Politics always had a darker underbelly, but that didn't mean that she had any need to soil the hem of her white silk dress trudging around the city, in this heat no less to see to. She had asked for two items to be provided, a bottle of liquor from a city state that was currently under embargo and information about a rumour that she had heard from a politician who spoke more than he should when plied with wine and sex. So, she needed the alcohol and she needed the information, and both were expensive. While she would normally use common political contacts for the liquor, when Crowhoods were mentioned, she knew that the ticket price was no longer as advertised. The Voice of ul would almost certainly be able to get what she wanted, for free no less, but it was always best to keep a resource like that thieves guild on good terms. Keep your enemies close, and all that... The Crowhoods, through back channels, had listed quite the price in gold, and she'd put it in a little velour pouch and placed it on a table near the door of her room. When the sound of a firm knock filled her room again, she picked up another feather and examined it carefully, letting Hadrea linger at the door for a moment. She slipped the feather into her hair. "Come in, Hadrea," she said, her voice pure honeyโsweet and rich. |