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Milerna stared at her open diary dumbly. Taking a few shallow breaths, her gaze strayed anywhere but the page in front of her as a salty teardrop exploded upon it. Rain quietly pattered on the thick window pane. Its quiet rhythm was the only sound to penetrate the small room which was the most intimate of Milerna's apartments.
For three weeks now Milerna and Dryden had shared a bed, sharing themselves with each other regularly. Milerna enjoyed it, she would admit. Dryden was a wonderful lover. So considerate, gentle and yet commanding. He was sensitive to when she was tired, when she just needed to be held and when she wanted his intimacy. In return, she did her best to pleasure him; her efforts keeping him thoroughly satisfied. Her days were now uneventful as she had no depression, or self-pity to wallow in. Dryden had spent more time with her which gave her fewer responsibilities to cope with. She had expected that such time spent in his company would only serve to suffocate her, but
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Milerna pulled the comb through her hair as she stared mutely at her reflection. The voluminous champagne curls slid like silk between its teeth. The young Queen tugged subconsciously on the large bow on the front of her nightdress. It was tonight. It was tonight she truly would become a married woman. But she still wasn't sure if she was ready for it; especially not with Dryden. Dryden. The thought of him did not repulse her as it had. In fact it conjured up the image of a pleasant carefree existence for her. She'd passed all of her medical exams and was awaiting her application to the Bazraam Ladies Institute for the Study of Medicine and the Sciences, to be filled, but she would never have even been given the time to sit the exams had Dryden not taken complete control. She knew how much it had taken out of him and did her best to make it up to him. One of the fondest of these times was when she used her expertise to give him a massage. After a few minutes under her hands, he'd falle
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Dryden opened the door to his study wearily. A maid came bustling past him making a short curtsy to which he gave a courteous nod. He looked around the room. The fire had been lit and his gourmet meal was placed on a large silver tray on top of his desk. He had had a hard day. All morning he had been in discussion with the ministers and the knights over the issue of war crimes. Should the Asturian government go out looking for ex-Zaibach or Bazram soldiers in order to punish them? The officials had argued that it would set an example and satisfy the bereaved relatives of those killed, however Dryden felt that it was meaningless. It created the image of Asturia as a vicious nation whose actions might be frowned upon by other countries. He left after one of the cabinet suggested that Asturia was "bigger and better" than any of the other Gaean nations. Sure, they had their foot in the door of many other political systems, Freid, for example but now they were petitioning for con
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"But your Majesty!" Called Milerna's chief secretary of state, as he bustled to keep up with the angry young Queen. "Please, just listen to me! It is of utmost importance that you produce an heir! I insist that the ceremony should take place this month!" Milerna stopped in her tracks almost causing the small man to bump into her. He redoubled his steps and dropped several papers as he did so. Bending to pick them up he craned to see his monarch's response. She glared down at the little man. She had no real reason to reject the minister's proposals but she was deathly afraid of what might happen if she didn't. It felt like a large shroud was suffocating her. Milerna knew she wasn't ready for this, especially with Dryden. How could she sleep with someone she didn't love? And she didn't love Dryden?
There was something infuriatingly attractive about the man. Of course it was easy to say how much she disliked him when she was on her own or with her sister but when in his company it was a d
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Queen Milerna third daughter of King Aston of Asturia sat on a small cushioned window seat in a secluded corridor. The large airy window faced out onto the royal gardens which belonged to her sister, Eries. She was there now with her personal gardener strolling along pointing at several different brightly coloured blooms while the short old man nodded and agreed. Milerna sighed and dropped the book gently onto her lap. She hadn't really been reading it, just distracting herself.
Men had been coming in and out of the palace all day; she could hear their muffled voices echoing through the silence of the great house. They were workmen, mostly Asturian though there were some from Fanelia and Bazram looking for work anywhere they could find it. They had been driving the palace staff crazy by dragging their muddy boots and dirty clothes over the beautiful marble floors. One little usher in particular a small rat of a man had been scurrying about reprimanding them in loud stage whispers. They
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Milerna pulled back the lace of her bedroom curtains to watch the procession below her. Two large heavy yaks plodded out past the crowds, on top of one sat King Van, courteously waving to the large crowd as he began the long trek out of Palas back to Fanelia. Behind him were several smaller beasts of burden carrying his personal guard. She wished she had been able to spend the evening in his company, anything and anyone who could help her to feel like herself again. She'd been so preoccupied last night with state affairs that she'd only been able to dine with him before retiring to her chambers. Suddenly she felt like a small bird that had escaped only to find itself in a room without any windows. It was just as bad outside the cage as inside. Even through the troubles of his country, Van had kept his hope alive in Hitomi, and Milerna knew as well as he did that one day Hitomi would return and be mother to Fanelia's heirs. What a promising future he had ahead of him. Milerna's looked b