08-12-2024, 06:15 PM
Saturday, 5PM.
Jorgen Island, Freiheit, Lackmann Residence
Theodora was lying on her bed, twisting and turning while looking into her sketchbook. The book was opened at a page containing a portrait of Emperor Bunjamín, drawn by the President herself during one of her policy-debating sessions with her distant kinsman and that damn prefect she hates so much for drawing so much of his attention. Theodora stopped her tweaking after a knock from her butler. “Lady Lackma- I mean President, are you dressed yet? You have various events to attend to, the CE-“ before he could finish his sentence Lackmann screamed from the top of her lungs to be left alone, she cant handle these damned evenings of endless partys, drugs and boring men. “I need the odor of majestic steeds, the scent of the arid steppes and just one.. one small sneakpeak of my darling Emperor.” Just by uttering these words and looking at his drawn portrait Theodora started blushing. She sighed. “I can feel my heart through my dress.” Her Butler entered and repeated “Lady President, you have to get ready, I understand your needs but be assured the Emperor is definitely thinking about how invaluable you are for the Imperial Cause.” At least that is what left his mouth, in reality he just wanted to get home and finally have a shower, it was damn hot in the servant quarters of the estate since the AC went out. Lackmann who just couldn’t stop fawning and gushing about the great Jelbic People’s and her most adored Sovereign managed to get up and finally get ready even if it was under protest. While changing into her cocktail dress Theodora thought to herself. “It is true, he’s getting more isolated day by day and the only people he really sees are in his inner circle, and I am in it, now if it only weren’t for that weird Director-General, that Pontesian upstart and this GOD DAMN PREFECT. I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM.”
Jorgen Island, Freiheit, Lackmann Residence
Theodora was lying on her bed, twisting and turning while looking into her sketchbook. The book was opened at a page containing a portrait of Emperor Bunjamín, drawn by the President herself during one of her policy-debating sessions with her distant kinsman and that damn prefect she hates so much for drawing so much of his attention. Theodora stopped her tweaking after a knock from her butler. “Lady Lackma- I mean President, are you dressed yet? You have various events to attend to, the CE-“ before he could finish his sentence Lackmann screamed from the top of her lungs to be left alone, she cant handle these damned evenings of endless partys, drugs and boring men. “I need the odor of majestic steeds, the scent of the arid steppes and just one.. one small sneakpeak of my darling Emperor.” Just by uttering these words and looking at his drawn portrait Theodora started blushing. She sighed. “I can feel my heart through my dress.” Her Butler entered and repeated “Lady President, you have to get ready, I understand your needs but be assured the Emperor is definitely thinking about how invaluable you are for the Imperial Cause.” At least that is what left his mouth, in reality he just wanted to get home and finally have a shower, it was damn hot in the servant quarters of the estate since the AC went out. Lackmann who just couldn’t stop fawning and gushing about the great Jelbic People’s and her most adored Sovereign managed to get up and finally get ready even if it was under protest. While changing into her cocktail dress Theodora thought to herself. “It is true, he’s getting more isolated day by day and the only people he really sees are in his inner circle, and I am in it, now if it only weren’t for that weird Director-General, that Pontesian upstart and this GOD DAMN PREFECT. I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM.”