Maevaris hated Minrathous.
In addition to being the site of her dear husband’s ‘accident’, she only had to be there when the imperial senate convened. And that was always the most headache inducing time. Trying to make any motions there, especially concerning the growing Venatori threat. For some reason it seemed that there were only a select few that actually believed that it WAS a threat. Anything she tried to introduce to the floor was shot down. Politely. It wasn’t that they opposed her, it was more that there was not enough support.
After a particularly frustrating day, Maevaris stomped outside the opulent building that the senate called home. She noticed the stares, as she passed, those who had known her (wrongly) as a child. A shadow following her father’s footsteps. Those who viewed her with disdain at her rise to power. And those who feared what she was capable of. It was that which gave her strength.
Needing to clear her head, she found herself in the senate gardens, a small park adjacent. It was just as ostentatious as the building itself, with carefully crafted flower arrangements, trees and shrubbery cut into creative shapes, and statues that would probably not be possible had it not been for the assistance of magic. It all was a much needed distraction from the senate. She needed the week to be over to return to her lovely city of Qarinus, where she could recuperate. Maybe she would throw a gala.
