Disclaimer: I do not own Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind, any of it's charecters or the world they live in, Hayao Miyazaki does. I did make up a few charecters of my own and if they or the story line is bad that is my fault, not Hayao Miyazaki or Studio Ghibli

This story is about Kushana after she returns to Tomekia as regent Queen.

For those who might have forgotten: Kushana's mother went insane when she drank a glass of wine that was ment for Kushana. Now she thinks that Kushana is still a young child and was given a ragdoll to take care of in Kushana's place.

I knocked on the wooded door of the house. From the outside world it looked like a regular house in upper-class society.

But there were always whispers surrounding it. Some said it was haunted by the angry ghost of a solider that had died in one of great wars that that Tomekian rulers had forced upon their people. Some said some crazy lady from before the Seven Days of Fire lived there. And even more people said it was a base for a secret conspiracy that wanted to corrupt the Tomekia government.

All of them were extremely humorous and false. I doubt that anyone had guessed the truth, that the house was home to the once-empress of Tomeika. It was even less likely that anyone guessed that the haunting music they heard from the house, wasn't the old melodies of a lost civilization or the back round music for a treasonous plot, but the lullabies that the empress sang to her daughter.

The door opened. An old woman stood there. She smiled a toothless grin. "Your Majesty, it is always a treat for you to visit" I smiled back at her. My smile didn't reach my eyes, but she didn't seem to notice. "Right this way Your Majesty, your mother has just finished putting..." The women stopped and looked at me questionably.

I sighed.

What was I to say? I couldn't say Kushana, because the doll my mother cared for wasn't me. I couldn't say the doll. I knew that it meant more to her than just a doll. "Her daughter" I answered. The women blinked in surprise.

I almost laughed at her shock. Wasn't that doll my mother's daughter? After all, my mother had no more love for me. When she thought of me, she only saw someone that had visited her, once or twice. My mother saw me as a disturbance to her days with her daughter.

"Of course, Majesty" she stammered. "Your mother has just finished putting..."

She looked back at me, still unsure. I sighed inwardly, people here were still afraid of the ruler getting mad at them, no matter how many times I proved myself to be different from my late brothers and father. Something about my expression must have told her to continue.

"...Her daughter, to bed"

The old women led me into the house. I glanced back over my shoulder and left my regal form behind. I removed my mid-length blonde hair from its bun. I also left my crown on a small table in the front room.

My guide stared at it. "The rulers of Tomeika are always supposed to wear there crown, Majesty" She stared me straight in the eye. Her eyes were determined. The timidness she showed me with what to call the doll disappeared. This woman really was used to living in old times.

"I'm only a regent." I informed her. "The guidelines restricting the Kings and Queens of Tomekia have no strength over me." The women looked like she was thinking this over.

I was beginning to get angry. She didn't have a right to restrict me from anything. "Take me to my mother" I snapped in my most commanding voice.

The old women shrank back at my harsh tone, all her confidence gone. "Right this way" she said meekly as she opened the door to that separated my mother from the rest of the world

Wow, for such a short chapter that took me a long time to write.

Please review, comstructive critisism would be great

Thank you for reading. The next chapter will (hopefully) be longer.