(You can totally ignore this and I'm actually making a post to explain everything. It has been **years** since I've written anything creative at all so I may be a little rusty)
(Also don't worry this isn't in Snowflake Palace since I don't want to infringe with whatever is going on there. This is just an unnamed area for now, maybe by the water (?) since goodness knows I love the ocean)
A throne is not the most comfortable place to do... anything. It's a symbol of power. It's meant to reassure those who you try to lead, and intimidate those who challenge the safety of your people.
I groaned and leaned my head back against the head of the throne. Things were not easy among the kingdoms. Amethyst was dealing with the recovery of a dramatic political upheaval -- one I helped her with. And now my father was sick. Very sick. My legs brushed against the floor, making faint sounds in the otherwise empty room, clad in wide leg linen pants. Unlike during the political unrest, there was no time to craft a perfect appearance to showcase my own power. Now was a time of running around the palace, talking to advisors and doctors. It was a time of linen pants and loose linen tops, with a gold string circlet braided into my hair as the only true sign of my station.
I had a kingdom to run and a friend to help.
Eyes still closed, a faint noise interrupted the brushing of my feet across the stone floor. Opening my eyes revealed Kyle standing there slightly beraggled. Had he ridden a horse, no carriage and only a saddle, to meet me? With hardly a thought, I leaped up from the throne and ran to him. Our arms clasped around each other as I buried my face in his, slightly musty, shirt. Stepping back for a moment, I can't stop a frankly ridiculous grin from breaking out across my face.
"It's been a while since we've seen even a glimpse of you around the palace." A grin still lingers on his face, though concern seeps through as well.
"I know. I know I need to help. I know this relationship between our kingdoms is important. Yet, things are... worse... then I let onto in my letters." I pause for a moment, and I see him take in my appearance. The dark blue and slightly green linen pants and handwoven top fit for running around, jumping on horseback, and visiting the docks as needed without retaining damp, dirt, or wear. The sheathes for two long daggers at my hip. One gold band across my forearm. The gold string across my brow, yet tied back into intricate braids like those in the celtic myths. Simple sandals left by the throne.
Kyle brings me back, hands grasping and wrinkling the linen.
"I think you may need a break."