“You did not just throw that pillow at me!”
Aria was a newly crowned queen visiting a foreign empire. Her husband, Makedon, did business with Persia, and as a celebration with their wedding, they were on an extended trip to visit other kingdoms and lands, partly to celebrate, partly to do business.
The sun was already setting when they made it to the heart of the Persian empire. Personally, Aria wanted to explore the bustling city. She had never been outside Greece before, and she was ever a curious woman. However, Makedon forbade it. The royal party was fed dinner without meeting their guest, and Aria had the good fortune of putting a few drops of a sleeping draft into her husband's nightcap. He was slumbering before he could make any requests of his wife.
The new queen was not sure how much longer she could use that trick on her husband, but for as long as she could, she would.
As with the tradition it seemed for this trip, while Makedon slept, Aria slept in the harem’s room. Partly, it was as a protection for the girls, but also, it as just to get away from her husband.
So, when she was suddenly awoken by the other women because of a man entering the harem room, Aria grabbed what she had on hand as a means to disarm or disorient the intruder--which was a feather stuffed pillow. It hit the man square in the face, causing some of the women and even the guards outside the room to snicker quietly. She adjusted the red wrap in her hair to cover her face like a veil before she stood up, her green eyes narrowing slightly.
“Yes, I did!” Aria declared, standing up, her golden bangles clinking as she did. Even though she is in her simple sleeping robes, a deep fuschia and crimson like her makeshift veil, she looks rather regal with her posture, stubborn and unyielding. “When an unknown man barges into the harem, what else is a woman to do?’ she challenged.
