“Where to? Home?” Jennicus mother is asked upon entering her carriage.

“No, there has been a change in course, “she says staring out the window, “Command the coachmen to head west its time I paid an old friend a visit.”

Sitting in front of her grand vanity mirror the reflection staring back at her was one for the first time she did not recognize. Touching her hand with her face she somberly feels the traces of the woman she once was. Till the very day she ruled the Natticulus throne for 56 years. At the age of 16 she was crowned queen upon her older sister sudden death from an unidentified illness. Over the years she watched two of her remaining sisters succumb to the same illness. Although, her life had been plagued with sadness it had also been fulfilled with warmth and happiness when she welcomed her daughters Dana and Daiya into the world. They were two young to remember her but their other mother died in battle before she and Maia were to marry. Completely heartbroken she vowed to never love another nor marry. She became a single queen rising two daughters on her own. The task while overseeing a kingdom proved problematic at times but her true joy and happiness. She raised them both in a way she thought best, however what she deemed her best clearly Daiya believed her title of mother was a rather piss poor one.

And how could it not be, her daughter Dana remained confined to her chambers like a prisoner given her command. In recent months like her daughters her behavior had changed drastically. More forceful were her demands and more than ever she suddenly took interest in the personal lives of her daughters. The world was changing and so were those who walked amongst it, while her kingdom stood as priority nothing or no one came before her daughters. As a child she cuddled Dana and admittedly sheltered her more than she should have. Although, she never told her so as a mother she couldn’t have been more proud of the woman she had become. Daiya, was nothing like her sister and she found difficulty in loving her the same. She may have not approved of her character or personality but she respected her choice to be who she was despite what others thought. Clearly, what she had grown to respect about her daughter was bought into fruition when she demanded her sisters release.