ZARIAH
I know I am a fierce Queen
When she heard of a guest seeking audience with her, Zariah was quick to rise to attend to this business. In the wake of the rather disastrous public audience that had been held, she expected quite a few disgruntled commoners to make their voices heard in the halls of her Manor. Better to attend to it quickly, rather than making them more angry with impatience.Are would hear her coming well before he saw her, the sound of heels clicking on the floor the first sign of the Queen's presence. She walked in from a side entrance, as expected walking on boots with heels so high it seemed impossible that one should be able to move with such speed or grace as she did in them. She too was adorned in dark clothing, tight pants, a fitted top with a dangerously plunging neckline, the shoulders of which draped off into a short cape of sorts that rippled every time she moved her arms. Though she currently wore no crown, her head was haloed with wild, dark curls, framing her doll-like gaze.
This man was the first to ever greet her before being greeted, which already put her in a better mood than she might have otherwise been. "It is good to meet you, Are. To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" she said, voice low and smooth as velvet.
And they know it too
