An extravagant, bandage wrapped figure floated listlessly through the halls of a section of the royal palace of Annuakat, a look of abject boredom marking her face. The woman glided past the profligate architecture in near disdain. Indoor fountains with cool, fresh water broke the silence of the immaculate halls, a testament to the God Emperor's incredible success. Incense burned silently in small bowls throughout the rooms and lion shaped statues seemed to mark near every entrance and exit to a room, a fact which irked Medja to no end. She couldn't help but envision the so-called "Fire of Lions" at the mere sight of each insipid sculpture. How she wished Gerra would just do away with the crippled fool already.
Medja continued on her way, lazily levitating herself between elaborate marble columns and over nonsensically placed pools of water. She always traveled this way, as she would not deign to place her perfect feet upon this unworthy floor. It seemed even a supposed "royal palace" couldn't be kept perfectly free of dust. She needed a bit of fresh air, she had decided, since dealing with the diplomatic letters and financial aspects of her position had left her so unbelievably bored. At last she reached the room she had been heading for, its presence marked by the beams of sunlight and waves of heat pouring into it. It was one of the few places with a balcony in this stuffy place that wasn't constantly clogged with the God King's other servants. That, and the view was lovely.
She approached the railing of the balcony and allowed herself to float into a resting position, placing her forearms on the marble rail and making herself look as though she were laying on her stomach, legs bent at the knee. She rested her chin on her hands and gazed out of Annuakat pensively. She watched the hustle and bustle of the citizens of the kingdom below. This always brought a smile to her flawless face.
Run, run, little ants.
Medja drank in the moment and closed her eyes. Times like this were becoming increasingly rare. Times where she could simply enjoy herself. No schemes, no badgering from underlings, and best of all no "peers" to disturb her. She allowed herself a contented sigh and imagined a world where she was Empress, a world where she would have naught to do but be doted upon by servants, fed the finest grapes and wine, and courted by the most beautiful men and women in the land. She giggled at the novelty. How quickly dull that would become. She didn't know how Gerra could stand the monotony.
Her alone time was not to last, however. It wasn't more than 15 minutes before she heard the shuffling of footsteps coming up the hall behind her. The woman huffed heavily and rolled her eyes. She decided she wouldn't bother acknowledging whoever it was until she absolutely had to. In the mean time she'd continue enjoying watching the ants scurry about below...