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Aug. 1st, 2009 04:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaQueen of the World Rika lay back on her divan. Rika liked her divan, she liked her luxury. Rika's private quarters were plush, but not opulent. She had good taste after all, she wasn't Louis XIV. "Sire," her extremely handsome secretary bowed before approaching Rika's divan.
"There hasn't been another complication in the middle east has there?" Rika lifted herself up off the divan. If she had been at court, or managing general affairs, or otherwise in the public eye Rika would have been wearing a long, stylish dress, or perhaps a skirt suit. In private though Rika wore blue jeans (fashionable but comfortable ones). The last thing Rika wanted to do after she had finally settled down for the night was change into her royal 'uniform'.
"No, madame." Her secretary smiled at her, not rueful, and not the polite court smile. The private smile that they shared after years of working together. Rika's favorite maid had that smile, her butler, and of course her favorite courtiers. Everyone else always tried to appear too polished. After all, the last thing you wanted was to appear unsophisticated in front of the queen of the world. "But it's Saturday, your evening entertainment is here."
"Really!" Rika perked up. She liked Saturdays, they were the one day of the week where she brought in a private performance, just for herself, and maybe a few members of her household. "I thought you said that this week's performer could not make it." Some times things happened. Not everyone was happy with Rika's rule, though Rika was a good ruler. Her scheduled performance this week had been an acrobatic troupe that had faced troubles leaving their country.
"Your back up performer agreed, the singer, your majesty."
Rika lay back. "Oh." Rika was not as into singers. There were good singers, and singers who came with back up dancers and bands, and… well, Rika liked to sing herself. She was picky. "Well, bring her in." The singer had been a female, Rika remembered, and did pretty well on the charts. She seemed to enjoy singing in nightclubs and the like.
Of course, once the singer walked into the room, Rika revised her opinion. The singer was dressed in Rika's favorite color (purple) and wearing a striped purple top, the sleeves were too long, but they clung attractively. Rika wanted that top, immediately, just to wear around her room. Rika loved stripes. "Your majesty." The singer curtseyed, holding an invisible skirt dramatically wide. The singer was wearing a tight, short skirt instead of something you could properly curtsey in. "I am honored that you asked me to perform."
The smile was a private smile, one that invited Rika to share the joke.
She liked this singer already, she was SO inviting the woman to tea or dinner or… well, maybe breakfast, if the performance went well.
Oh yeah. Breakfast. Rika would like that.
"There hasn't been another complication in the middle east has there?" Rika lifted herself up off the divan. If she had been at court, or managing general affairs, or otherwise in the public eye Rika would have been wearing a long, stylish dress, or perhaps a skirt suit. In private though Rika wore blue jeans (fashionable but comfortable ones). The last thing Rika wanted to do after she had finally settled down for the night was change into her royal 'uniform'.
"No, madame." Her secretary smiled at her, not rueful, and not the polite court smile. The private smile that they shared after years of working together. Rika's favorite maid had that smile, her butler, and of course her favorite courtiers. Everyone else always tried to appear too polished. After all, the last thing you wanted was to appear unsophisticated in front of the queen of the world. "But it's Saturday, your evening entertainment is here."
"Really!" Rika perked up. She liked Saturdays, they were the one day of the week where she brought in a private performance, just for herself, and maybe a few members of her household. "I thought you said that this week's performer could not make it." Some times things happened. Not everyone was happy with Rika's rule, though Rika was a good ruler. Her scheduled performance this week had been an acrobatic troupe that had faced troubles leaving their country.
"Your back up performer agreed, the singer, your majesty."
Rika lay back. "Oh." Rika was not as into singers. There were good singers, and singers who came with back up dancers and bands, and… well, Rika liked to sing herself. She was picky. "Well, bring her in." The singer had been a female, Rika remembered, and did pretty well on the charts. She seemed to enjoy singing in nightclubs and the like.
Of course, once the singer walked into the room, Rika revised her opinion. The singer was dressed in Rika's favorite color (purple) and wearing a striped purple top, the sleeves were too long, but they clung attractively. Rika wanted that top, immediately, just to wear around her room. Rika loved stripes. "Your majesty." The singer curtseyed, holding an invisible skirt dramatically wide. The singer was wearing a tight, short skirt instead of something you could properly curtsey in. "I am honored that you asked me to perform."
The smile was a private smile, one that invited Rika to share the joke.
She liked this singer already, she was SO inviting the woman to tea or dinner or… well, maybe breakfast, if the performance went well.
Oh yeah. Breakfast. Rika would like that.
