[center]Vivianne had spent hours getting ready, as had many people in Exodus. It was a luxury, getting ready for this night. Vivianne wasn't particularly fond of the third and final bath, though. The scent of the oils often gave her a headache, as they were sometimes so intense that she felt she couldn't get any fresh air. That being said, she greatly enjoyed the feeling and when the scent lingered on her skin. Not to mention she was a stickler for tradition. 

Vivianne was in her personal quarters, being adorned by her servants. Marilla, her head ladies maid, was the only one to whom Vivianne would allow to dress herself directly. There were others to help, but she simply did not feel that she wanted to be touched by them, most of them she barely knew. It was strange for royalty, but it was something she felt passionate about. The others were scurrying around, had run her baths and brought the various things she had asked for. It was quite the commotion and gave Vivianne the familiar feeling of anxiety in her gut. Nights like this were fantastic, but also a danger. A distraction. 

It wasn't much longer before Vivianne was ready, leaving her personal quarters with her guards at her side. She was dressed in a beautiful traditional gown, but nothing like what she wore when she was young. It was much more "appropriate" for a queen of her age. That was what she was told, at least. She wished that she could dress like she used to, but she knew that time had passed. She was commited to her king and had things more important to worry about. 

She arrived in the courtyard, which was already filled with guests. The scene in front of her was beautiful, and the smell was decadent. Vivianne made her rounds, greeting everyone and leaving out no one. She had taken it upon herself to be a social woman, and it did well for the general standing of the royal family. People liked to know who they were being led by. 

Walking calmly to her throne, Vivianne took in the sight of her daughter, already seated. She was a beautiful girl, and Vivianne was certain that she also carried her mother's eternal youth and beauty. She took her seat, turning her head slightly in her daughters direction. She kept her eyes forward, as to not seem as though she was being secretive. [color=plum] "You look stunning, Aamaya. That dress suits your perfectly. I am proud to call you my daughter,"[/color] she said honestly. She took a sip of her drink after it had been tested by her guard. Wishing she could take long gulps of the delicious liquid, she held it in her mouth for a moment, savoring it, before swallowing. The drink of Exodus was one of Vivianne's favorite, and while many people may disagree with the choice of beverage for tonight, she felt as though it was appropriate for the special occasion. 
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