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Rayne Kenyon (chatelaine) wrote in lost_world,

The vampire was as still as the chair that held her. No breath, no pulse, no movement whatsoever broke the eternal peace of her form. A tiny current from the air circulation system caught in her hair and gently disturbed it. It had been a very long time since someone leaned forward and asked her what she was thinking, only to know. Often, the question was asked to determine a particular action to take -- an envoy to send, a border to protect... the demands of her had been myriad and vast. But no one ever asked her what she was thinking with the same expression Piotr was giving her.

"My people," she finally confessed, re-folding her hands in her lap. "By this time, war would have been mentioned. We had no overt enemies; I doubt my Commander will engage without any sort of proof of wrongdoing. But it would have been mentioned, all the same."

After taking a breath - one she needed only to simulate life - she continued, "I had not yet produced an heir. My older sister Syla has long ago abandoned the royal life. She lives with a tribe of warriors deep in the forest, and they have become her family. My younger brother Ronin was never fit for rule, and the line passes through the women in my family. That leaves Arya - and she is far too young. The Lord of Kenyon was to be my husband, but I had not yet chosen one. The title defaulted, then, to my Commander. He will be ruling in Arya's stead. He is a good man. But he is of a military mind."

Her fingers flexed slightly before settling again. She worried for her people. For Kenyon itself. A military ruler... at the head of Kenyon. Her faith in the man was great, but the precedent...