[center]It was only an hour past sunrise and the kingdom of Birno was already under a scorching blanket of heat. The palace had lacked any air conditioning considering it was a rarity to come across and the fair woman she was, the Queen suffered with her people. In the heart of the quiet palace, the Queen sat, cross-legged on the palace floor, barefoot and cloaked in sweat, having just finished her dancing routine.

She took a deep breath, recieving the sandy air around her. 

[i]How sweet and familiar it was.[/i]

The Queen's head darted up suddenly, the spell of silence suddenly bring broken by the sound of encroaching footsteps down the hall. It must to have been an urgent matter, considering that the Queen was left to her usual silence in the early morning. She did not have any slaves or peasants, considering she found it cruel and far from elegant. Although, she had an advisors, they hardly bothered her, after all, she was much if a strong believer in power to the people.

A shadow stood in the doorway. [b]"Your majesty,"[/b] the Queen nodded her head, issuing the advisor to continue. [b]"It appears that a meeting had been issued out to all rulers of the world,"[/b] the advisor held an envelope up. 

The woman let out a sigh. She hated going to meetings, but it seemed . . Urgent. And suspicious as well. She closed her eyes, [b]"Very well. Prepare a caravan and some guards,"[/b] she stood up, [b]"We leave at midday."[/b][/center]