Things were settling into a rythym once more for Princess Razielle. They had returned sucesfully from their mission to the Hapan Consortium. Chume Ishara, after many tediously long and debasing sessions with Razielle had, most graciously, agreed to set a tentative correspondence between the Consortium and Onderon. The live game that had been brought as a gift to the Queen Mother, several native species of predators of the Onderon Wilds, had at least whetted the appetite of interest. From there Razielle had appealed to the Queen Mother's generosity, to find out that the bitch had none. For days they toyed back and forth. Razielle was a source of amusment to the Hapan Queen who found it delightful to compare Razielle's shortcomings to the glorious perfection of her own Golden Princess, Elaine. If Razielle was alabaster and amethyst, Elaine was molten gold and topaz, and did not seem to be a creature of bitter control, as was her mother..
Perhaps her mind had been made all along to set her eye on Onderon. Perhaps she had just liked having Razielle under her power. Pliant, obidient and meek. Razielle had seethed beneath the surface, wanting to commit serious carnage. She remained composed, taking the abuse, her only thought to succeed in this mission.
And she had.. An escort of the Hapan Navy had made the return journey with their small party. For the time, Onderon had the support of the Hapan Queen, but it was a fragile agreement and temporary at the very best..
Razielle arrived the office of the Prime Minister. It was late, but not overly so.. She had been given a message that her presence was requested and she hadn't given it another thought. It was nothing unusual, but she had not spoken to Salem a great deal since their return. He had seemed withdrawn, even moreso than usual and that worried her greatly. He was hard enough to read as it was..
She was admitted, annouced and the doors were shut behind her. Salem was at his desk, working, as always. He didn't glance up as she entered. She moved into the room with ease, sitting down in a chair and leaning her cheek on her hand while she waited for him to acknowledge her. When he didn't, she felt like squirming.
"You know.." , she started, looking slightly amused.
"It has come to my attention that you haven't spoken more than two words to me since we left Hapan space..." She was exaggerating, of course. It was just, antisocial, even for him..
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