Post by Minerva Reas on Oct 21, 2010 6:34:24 GMT -5
Minerva did not turn as the guards closed the doors to the Throne Room behind her as she strode out from the presence of the King and Queen. Her face was impassive, not showing the churning of emotions underneath the surface. The young Captain of the Guard's stride was steady, almost measured, like a parade march in rhythm. Yet she did not feel much like parading.
As the old saying went, she knew that the job was going to be difficult when she took it. There had been two previous Captains of the Guard in nearly two years. The first had been removed after the Princess' disappearance right from under the noses of not just the Castle Guard, but the city guard as well. The second had just occurred recently when it had been discovered that a potential assassin had made her way into the Princess' room, and, for some reason, was being defended by the Princess.
Her Royal parents had had enough. With her predecessor sacked, Minerva (through, admittedly, the influence of her parents, both well-known and respected military officers) had been recommended for the job. Gods knew that she had possessed the experience and tactical knowledge, despite her relative youth, but she had come to realize that her parents had done it almost as much to help her heal from the death of her partner and lover, Helena. It had been just under a year since Helena had taken several arrows meant for Minerva, and the pain of the loss had not yet waned, if it ever would. Whether her new position as effectively overseer of the security of Venus would dull the pain or simply add new ones remained to be seen.
Her steel boots clacked steadily on the polished stone as she made her way back toward her office. The beat allowed her to consider what to do about her meeting with the King and Queen. More specifically, what to do about their order (not request) to do what she had to in order to rein in their daughter, Princess Anactoria IV. Though they were very proud of her, she was still willful, and with this woman who could very well be an assassin in their midst, Anactoria could be nestling a viper to her breast. The King and Queen were not about to strong-arm their daughter themselves. No, as history had proven, they had little to no effect with her. So they had left it to Minerva to find a way to get through to her that such actions would not be tolerated again. One authority figure being substituted for two others, though ironically the former had the complete backing of the latter.
At least, for now.
As the old saying went, she knew that the job was going to be difficult when she took it. There had been two previous Captains of the Guard in nearly two years. The first had been removed after the Princess' disappearance right from under the noses of not just the Castle Guard, but the city guard as well. The second had just occurred recently when it had been discovered that a potential assassin had made her way into the Princess' room, and, for some reason, was being defended by the Princess.
Her Royal parents had had enough. With her predecessor sacked, Minerva (through, admittedly, the influence of her parents, both well-known and respected military officers) had been recommended for the job. Gods knew that she had possessed the experience and tactical knowledge, despite her relative youth, but she had come to realize that her parents had done it almost as much to help her heal from the death of her partner and lover, Helena. It had been just under a year since Helena had taken several arrows meant for Minerva, and the pain of the loss had not yet waned, if it ever would. Whether her new position as effectively overseer of the security of Venus would dull the pain or simply add new ones remained to be seen.
Her steel boots clacked steadily on the polished stone as she made her way back toward her office. The beat allowed her to consider what to do about her meeting with the King and Queen. More specifically, what to do about their order (not request) to do what she had to in order to rein in their daughter, Princess Anactoria IV. Though they were very proud of her, she was still willful, and with this woman who could very well be an assassin in their midst, Anactoria could be nestling a viper to her breast. The King and Queen were not about to strong-arm their daughter themselves. No, as history had proven, they had little to no effect with her. So they had left it to Minerva to find a way to get through to her that such actions would not be tolerated again. One authority figure being substituted for two others, though ironically the former had the complete backing of the latter.
At least, for now.