War of Chaos

Rose Ceaser, ruler of Tixs sat in front of her mirror, looking into her own Grey eyes. It was funny, she reflected, that the rest of her had changed so much since her younger days, but her eyes were the same. They looked as inocent as they had when she was a babe. The thought made her smile sadly. Many of her enemies, who had believed those inocent eyes had paid dearly for doing so. So had........ the thought brought a tear to her eyes as memory unfolded, bringing back with it his sent, his smell. She could almost feel his hand on her shoulder.....

He had stood in this room, the last time she saw him. He had stood behind her, and reached forward to touch her jet black hair. She'd smiled and turned from the mirror. "Stop that, I have to get ready." She'd said, though in a soft loving voice. He'd smiled and nodded, but ignored the actual words. He'd stepped forward and hugged her close, till she felt she was melting in his arms. Then he had broken the hold and moved away, promising to see her after the parrade. But he never did, the damn rebels had reached past her defences, reached to her heart and stolen away the one person she'd loved with all her soul. They'd never even found his body......

Rose blinked the tears away. That had been nearly 17 years ago. The pain was still there, still just as intense as it had been the day they'd told her his car had been attacked. Why had she told him to stop? What made these stupid parrades so important, and why hadn't she guessed that they might attack her husband?

"Mom are you ok?" Felixa asked from her seat, were her lady in waiting tried to make her look like a lady. Rose brushed her tears away, then turned to face her daughter.

"I'm fine dear. Are you nearly ready? Its almost time. Just imagine, your first parrade! Are you excited? I was, my first time. Thought I'd faint when my mother hauled me threw the crowd, but it gets better as they go on." Felixa, who was 16 gave her mother a worried glance, then turned to her lady.

"Miama, are you nearly done?" Miama nodded, finishing a braid and then spraying her hair.

"Yes my lady, and if I am allowed to say you look beautiful today." Felixa knew that sentence contained the repremand for not looking so every day, as the Presidents daughter was suposed to. She hated having to look nice.

"And Kyle, how is he coming along?" Rose asked, gently reminding Felixa that he was in fact her responsobility.