This spiral of infatuation… I hate it.
Above all things, Yunalesca loved her father. She admired everything that he did. His ideals for Zanarkand—his hopes and dreams for the city. She admired this. So much that she knew she'd do anything for him; her father, Yevon.
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Despite the serene setting of Zanarkand, there was no peace among the city. Zanarkand had prospered for many years. But now, with tension growing thicker and stronger between Bevelle with each passing moment, there was a blanket of sorrow lying firmly across the skies of the city.
Within the palace, Yevon and his priests, attendents, and other political figures had discussed their tactics. But to no one's surprise, there was no solution.
"After all these years, Bevelle finally decides to wage war," Lord Aku exclaimed, as he slammed his gloved fist down on the oval table the political figures were sitting at. "The only answer here is to fight back!"
Yevon lifted up his hand; his delicately shapen hand that held so much power. Yevon, without a doubt, was a very fragile and elegant looking man. Clothed in robes draped with sashes decorated in symbols of his family's decent and long silvery hair. What stood out the most was his piercing red eyes. With just a flicker at someone, he could transform the bravest man into a cowering child. His interest for Zanarkand was for its worth, not its people.
"We shall use defense on the city itself. Barging into Bevelle with their cursed machines will not protect the city. We must focus all of our strength to our defense," said Yevon. His voice was low, seductive, and smooth—like leather. The rest of the people attending the meeting stood up, pushing their chairs from beneath them, either agreeing with their leader or shouting dislike for his decision.
Through all the commotion, a scantily clad young woman peered from behind the door to the room. She watched intently at her father's work. Her lips curved into a smile, twitching slightly in satisfaction. No matter what Yevon did or said, she believed in him.
Yunalesca, Yevon's only and most beloved child.
Yunalesca slid the door closed slowly, as not to disturb the chaos within the room on the other side. She twirled her silvery hair—much too like her father's—within her long and slender fingers. Toes curling against the cold marble below her, Yunalesca began walking, gazing out over the city to her left through the open walkway. The red in her eyes seemed to sparkle as she did this. Before long, she had stopped to fully admire the view over Zanarkand… The sorrow that was taking over Zanarkand flickered in her eyes. A desiring passion was burning inside her. Not so much for the city, but the sorrow it was emitting. She loved the feeling of sorrow. So much that it hurt.
"Excuse me, miss."
Yunalesca's eyes snapped shut and then opened. They were back to their normal shade of red, not so hungry and anxious. She turned, looking up into the eyes of a young man, clad in golden armor and purple silk. Her eyes blinked, as they focused on the strange but satisfyingly arousing man, who gazed back at her with much curiosity and desire. She then waited for a moment, expecting the man to bow before her… And she waited… Even though it was only for a few seconds, to Yunalesca, it felt like hours.
"Excuse me, miss," the man said again, "…Have you seen Lord Aku?" It was apparent this soldier had no idea who she was. Slightly taken aback by his presence, she studdered before managing to say anything to him.
"H-he's in a meeting right now. A very important issue is being discussed among the officials," Yunalesca said.
"Is there a chance I could see him later then?" Yunalesca blinked two times. I'm not supposed to answer his questions—be a servant to his will.
"I don't know," she replied. Great, she thought, now that I sound completely unaware of anything.
"Well, if you could give him a message for me…" the man stopped, staring down at her with even more care. Yunalesca could sense a certain gentleness about him. Something she didn't dare want to feel… At all. In no way did she want to help this soldier in front of her, addressing her like she was merely a servant. But even if her thoughts did not want her to, her body did.
"I'll make sure he gets it," she replied. Dammit… why am I agreeing to do a favor for this man?
"Please tell him that Lord Zaon, from Bevelle, has come with news of Bevelle and its current standings with the war," he paused, as if to make sure she was getting all this down. Yunalesca felt slightly inferior by the way he did this, "And tell him I am willing to bring him such news in the future."
Yunalesca nodded to him, "I'll be sure he gets that message."
Zaon smiled warmly to Yunalesca. She winced at his kindness. "Thank you for your time, m'lady." Zaon bowed to her and turned, walking down the hall of Yevon's palace. Yunalesca stood, unable to speak, in awe of the man who had so casually approached her. Not only was he so informal but he was from Bevelle.
A soft sigh escaped her lips. She sat down on the floor of the palace, letting her feet dangle over the side of the wall, over the city below. She leaned sideways, resting her head on a pillar supporting the roof over the open hall. The sun was setting over the city creating a truly phenomenal sky.
She hated it.