Blakerina

Blakerina sat in a pavilion raised in the gardens of Archen, of course there were guests, her sister's guests. With a sigh she picked up a tea cup, smelling its sweet smell before taking a sip, it was awful. "If I must be honest, The Knyaz of Khayrabad was a fool from the get go." One of the court ladies, Godifu, comments. "Oh very much, it's one thing to send his son here to steal our Princess, but to entice both His Majesty's and The Lord's Wrath?" Blakerina held up a hand, silencing Godifu. "Firstly, I wasn't being stolen. Secondly, my father is The Lord's Wrath. Thirdly, I'm not too fond of this war, so let's focus on the tea and cakes shall?" Godifu tilted her head, looking bewildered. "Your Imperial Highness, you surely don't feel bad about these Infidel, do you?" Despite is seriousness, Blakerina couldn't help but to laugh. "No I don't feel bad for the infidel, I feel bad for the woman and children caught in between the sword of The Knyaz and my father." Blakerina then stood, causing her skirts to flutter slightly. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be getting back to drinking mediocre tea and eating dry cakes."

Blakerina laid upon a knitted blanket, watching as clouds pull across the sky. Letting out a soft sight, she placed a hand on her gravid belly, sitting up and reaching over to take herself a honnycake. "Easy there, Your Highness." Godifu, whom was made The Lady-In-Waiting, much to The Princess dismay, commented. "Thank you, Lady Godifu, but I've known to be easy since before this pregnancy started." Blakerina responded before taking a small bite of the honeycake. "Well, I apologize that I'm concerned about the future of The Empire." Godifu said, pouring a cup of tea for The Princess, but Blakerina laughed softly. "Sara is the future of The Empire, she's the eldest, I'm having this child simply because I want to."