Sara Magnus

Saramane walked into The Throne Room, clergymen following behind as Priests and Statesmen make way. Stepping in front of The Marble Throne, she takes a seat on an ottoman that was placed by a Reichsguard. "Yes, good morning, let us commence fourth." Sara said, wanting to skip formalities. However before The Council could continue, a Cardinal, a human Cardinal, stood. "I thought we were taking Council with The Emperor." The man said with an air of authority he did not have. "If I may remind ye, welcomed foreigner, mine father has not been right of health. Fer now, I represent him." Sara was quick to respond, but was still elegant with her voice, commanding respect that this furless creature didn't recognize. "Yay, but tis a woman-" The man began, but Sara quickly interrupted. "Tis a woman what? Tis a woman that is Die Reichsprinzessin? Tis a woman that will soon become the leader of Christendom upon this continent? Or, mayhap, tis a woman who you are afraid of? That this woman can sculpt you like ice and brake you just the same?" Sara didn't back down, she never did, and so the creature that dares to wear The Cloth sits back down without another word. "Indeed, tis a woman." Sara says, allowing herself a small chuckle.

Saramane once again walked into The Throne Room, clergymen following behind as Priests and Statesmen make way. Stepping in front of The Marble Throne, she takes a seat on an ottoman that was placed by a Reichsguard. "Yes, yes, we shall commence fourth immediately." Sara said with a huff, placing her hand on the curve of her pregnant belly. "If I may interject... Your Highness." Leonhardt, Duke of Saxe, says as he stood up. "Is Her Highness sure she is in... shape to take council?" Never before had Sara felt so offended, but she kept her face placid, she's been insulted by worse, less meaning words. "Perhaps, Your Grace, you haven't been in the capital for some time? Because if you did not know, mine father, The Emperor, is currently laying upon what might be his deathbed, mine sister, The Princess Blakerina, is not of the right mind to rule in our father's stead and mine mother, The Empress Furstrada, considers herself far too old for politics." Sara paused, rubbing a circle around her protruding stomach after she felt a firm kick. "So I believe, whether shape I be, I be the only one legally allowed to run this Empire." Sara let out a deep sigh, looking back up to the outspoken Duke, her hands still over her belly. "Now, Your Grace, you're all caught up, may we continue."