OOC: Okay so I am going to end the Council thing for now, and we can vote later if that is all right. And Betheny, if Demoness doesn’t post by tonight I will so we can get rolling
Queen Nhara | Council Chambers
The shock was passing, but that didn’t mean Nhara felt any better. Waves of bitterness seemed to erode her self control as she struggled to maintain her calm face. That bastard, she thought angrily, tTarasel dares to presume he could be Regent to my son! This betrayal will not be taken lightly.
She tried to stuff down her erupting emotions, and was able to slip a quick smile on her face as Hector wrapped up his speech. She was proud. I’m a typical mom in that way, she silently mused, I still feel pride for my son, and rage at those who would try to stunt his growth. Hector gave the Council room a firm smile, and rigidly turned to take his seat. He sat tall, proud, his clothes pressed and gleaming as he calmly surveyed the room. His look invited someone to question his legitimacy, and he seemed to dare them to try and stop him.
He is a man, she thought, So much like his father. The thought made her feel queasy and she quickly shoved aside all distracting thoughts. The Council room was quiet, and everyone just sat there, waiting for something to happen. Some looked angry, and others confused or thoughtful as they mulled over what had happened. Aban looked like he was about to stand, and put an end to everything for the day. She caught his eye and shook her head, she was still Queen, and whether they liked it or not, she was going to speak.
She slowly stood to her feet. The effort was exhausting, and her head swam with the effort. But her face didn’t show any pain. She kept a calm, regal look plastered on her face as she rose. All eyes turned toward her, and she met each gaze. Most couldn’t hold the look she gave them, and she saw shame in more then one set of eyes.
“Thank you all,” she said. Her voice was calm and quiet, yet the authority she possessed still rang loud and true. “Thank you for your support, and care in these hard times. I know each of you is mainly concerned for our country and the hard times that await us. You all want what is best, and you seek only to help this land which we all truly love, and for that I am grateful.”
“We now face something almost unprecedented in the history of our country. And as our enemies swarm from all sides it is paramount that we remain strong and unyielding in their eyes. We Asyrans have always been a proud people, and that pride has sometimes hindered us from doing what we know it right. I know many of you are concerned, and some of you will only hear the overconfident ramblings of a mother, but still I will say it.”
She paused, and let them all think of her words. “My son,” she said, “Is ready! He has spent his whole life being groomed for this, and I feel that the time has come for him to take his place in the history of our countries leaders. I say this as a mother, but also as a Queen! My love for this country knows no bounds, and I wish to Asyra flourish and grow! As a Queen I seek for us to be governed by a powerful and wise leader. Someone who looks to the good of the people, and who is willing to lay down his life and time for their country.” She glanced over proudly at Hector and gave him a small smile. “Hector is such a man. He is no longer the boy that he once was. He has grown and learned so much, and now it is time for him to take a new step as King. My King.”
She smiled up at everyone in the room. “The Council is closed for now, and we will reconvene in a couple of days to vote on the matter of succession. I thank you all for your support, because it not only shows how much you care for Hector, but it also honors the memory of his father.”
No one spoke, and for that she was glad. Aban slowly stood to his feet and simply said, “The Queen.” As one the Council chamber stood and bowed as Nhara turned toward Hector and smiled.
“I am proud of you son,” she whispered. “Aban, would you lead me out?”
The General nodded and hastened to her side. She didn’t want to admit it, but she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to walk out of the room without falling on her face. She tried not to look like she was clinging to his arm as they slowly left. As soon as they were outside Nhara nearly collapsed. “My Queen,” Lana gasped as she rushed over and took Nhara’s other arm.
“I’m fine,” Nhara whispered tiredly. “This whole thing just took more out of me then I thought it would. Aban I would appreciate your assistance back to my room if you don’t mind. It would give us a good chance to discuss Tarasel.”
Aban nodded, and together the three headed down the hall.
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