Hey, yea, i know i've been bad and havent updated in quite a long while but in january i started dating this guy and...well, lets just say that there was enough drama in my life without my stories. But now im back and I hope to get writing again.
The sun shone bright through the high glass windows of the meeting room. Just like the rest of the palace, huge stone columns appeared to hold up the high ceilings, and the walls and floors were engraved with gold. A group of twelve people sat around a large stone table. There were various heads of state all seated and discussing amongst themselves. At the head of the table was a tall young man with dark hair and striking eyes. Despite his youth, he held a power and dignity that was well beyond his years. To his left was a young woman about the same age, with the same blue eyes. But her hair was a sandy blond and her face was softer and still held some of its innocence. To the man's right was an older man with white hair and the same eyes. His face was line with age, but he still had a youthful energy about him. To the young woman's left was another man, older than the first, but much younger than the second. He held a strange mixture of innocence and scholarly dignity. He also sat facing the young woman, their hands clasped together in quiet intimacy. To the old man's left, almost hidden in the shadows, was also a young woman. Her attention was unwavering as she took in everything that was said at the table and recorded it in her head. Someone unintelligent would think that she simply stared in awe at the important people sitting at the table, but those who knew her knew that she was anything but naive. She had long dark hair and a petite, yet athletic build. Her face was young and unremarkable, but her eyes could bring even the most disinterested person to attention. They were large and a bit slanted in shape, and the striking color was caused by the deep fremen blue on top of emerald eyes. The only real interest she let show was when she took a quick glance at the man at the head of the table. When she did, her eyes were full of warm admiration and deep intimacy.
The meeting only lasted about three hours, and when it ended everything was the same. No major crises, no wars, no scandals. Just the way everyone liked it.
"Leto," the old man called out the other man at the head of the table, "Will you come to Tabir soon?"
Leto smiled, "I will try to visit soon Stil-gar."
Stil-gar nodded and left the room. The young blond rose from the table and reveals a very pregnant belly. The man to her right, obviously the proud father, put an arm around her shoulders.
"Ghanima and I will see you at dinner tonight?" he asked Leto.
"Yes," he replied and leaned over to give his sister a kiss, "You take care of Farad'an."
She smiled up at him, "Of course."
Then the couple left the room, leaving only Leto and the girl with the green eyes. Immediately the air in the room changed as he took a step towards her and took her into his arms.
"I've missed you," he said and pulled away to look into her eyes.
She smirked and brushed a piece of hair from his face, "And I you."
"Lenara," he whispered her name and bent down to kiss her. But she turned so that his lips only brushed her cheek and pulled out of his arms to wander around the room.
"These are quiet times Leto," she said gravely, "too quiet."
He laughed at her and crossed to her again. "Why must you be so negative all the time?" Leto wondered as he tried to take her into his arms, but once again she pushed him away.
"You do not have to act to me as you do to your council; I know you're just as uneasy as I am."
That same uneasiness flickered in his eyes. "I am worried that things have been running too smoothly as of late, but I sense nothing to be afraid of," he successfully stopped her pacing by pulling her into a gentle embrace, "so stop troubling yourself with these matters."
Lenara allowed herself to fall into the kiss and all of the emotions that went with it. But something else bothered her.
"I want to be on the council," she admitted when the kiss ended, "You know that I am more qualified than all of the members combined."
The fact that she was still a servant had been troubling her quite a bit since Leto took the throne. Why shouldn't she use some of the ages of knowledge that she possessed to make something of herself? Leto scrutinized her for a moment, then realized the sensibility in her claim.
"It shall be done," he whispered, "You will be a member of my council by the time the week is out."
"Thank you," she said, and then kissed him on the forehead, and left him alone in the council chambers to go over his thoughts.
It's only a short chapter, and kind of weak, i think ill re-do it sometime soon. but i just wanted to know what you guys think. so read and review please!