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A maid girl of a similar age to Alayah came into her room a few hours later. Mya sat up quickly, glaring at the girl. "Who are you?" She demanded rudely, but she didn't much care about politeness at the moment. The girl floundered for words, and then settled on them. "Ria, my Lady."

"What are you doing in my chambers, Ria?" She snapped, and the girl's face reddened in embarrassment.

"Your Lady mother asked me to come get you dressed, my Lady." She said quietly.

Mya swung her skinny legs out of her bed and stood. "What for?" She asked and the maid girl shook her head. "I wasn't told, my Lady. Just asked to come get you ready. But I did hear talk in the kitchens that your Lady aunt was com'n to Solitude for something, if that please you."

Mya nodded. "It does."

So she was dressed in a beautiful green and red silk dress that felt like hands were touching her, and slip on shoes that pinched at her toes.

Mya was far from a happy girl.

Ria followed her to the throne room, even though she'd tried to quietly slip out of her room. If the girl had dressed her in something so terrible, the least she could do was put up with the same nonsense as Mya had to for the day.

"That's the Empress," Mya whispered to Ria and the dark haired girl nodded silently. Mya's aunt always looked angry, at least to Mya. Like someone had put something foul in her mouth. She told Ria as such, and the girl pressed her lips together, as if she were trying not to laugh.

"Mila, sweet sister." Mya's father said, and kissed the Empress's hand.

"Joric." Mila responded. At her side were two hand-maids, and both were as pretty as Alayah, though older; looking to be about eight and ten. But Mya knew that if she told her sister that she was as pretty as these two base-born girls, she'd swoon. It was an interesting idea to say the least.

Mila paused in front of her niece and put two fingers under the girl's chin. "And you must be Mya," she said, but otherwise didn't say anything for a few seconds.

Mya felt like the Empress was judging her. She didn't like it, not one bit, the predator look in her blue eyes. "You look like a pretty little bear," she said.

Mya vaguely remembered her that her great-grandmother had married the rebellious Ulfric Storm-cloak, and that his symbol was a bear. But what she didn't know was whether or not her aunt meant it as a complement or insult.

So instead of answering, she bent the knee and lowered her head.

Mila let out a laugh, high and sweet. "This girl will do."

Mya was tempted to tell the Empress what she should do, but held her tongue. She saw Breuin standing back with his father, and her cheeks reddened at what her mother had said beforehand; that she was to marry wether it be her cousin or no, that Mya herself had no say in the matter.

Alayah gave her sister a look and leant down to her ear. "You do not wish to wed him, do you?" She asked quietly, and Mya glanced up at her, startled. For a second Mya thought that mayhaps her older sister could read minds and thoughts, but then remembered that she was Alayah, and was too stupid to be able. "Pardon?" She asked just as quietly, and Alayah's lips thinned. "You heard me,"

Mya pulled at the sleeve of her dress, "No, I do not wish to." She muttered softly.

Mayhaps I could. She thought to herself.

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