It has been far too long, Lux thinks, as she strides towards the palace’s pale marble doors. It’s been far too long since I have been here. The mage has been asked of her parents to attend a meeting of the Demacian Council--they think that since she has graduated the top of her class, she ought to advance her status as a Crownguard. That is and all she probably would ever be to anyone, including herself. And yet she hates it; it always leaves a vile taste on her tongue.
The meeting drags on slow and cautious--the blonde is simply staring at the parchment laid out before each member of the council, which includes nobility and of course, royalty. It seems that the Prince was asked to make his presence as well, as she glances up at the man, observing him carefully. He is there to live up to the Lightshield name, and nothing less. No eye contact. Here sits the man that she should be familiar with, but is not.
She wonders if he can sense her staring. He did go on an expedition for two years to redeem his... qualities as a prince. She wonders what Jarvan IV is thinking. Does he find all of these matters secretly mundane? She does, but she hates to admit it, even to herself. She is an example for her people. The Lady straightens her back against the cushioned seat, making sure to seem prim and proper.
-- righteousglory --
