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@ghitagcld​ | Closed Starter

The days were much harsher here than in Wenchinka. The sun high in the sky left Amelira with little reprieve unlike the ever bleak and grey Wenchinka. The sun caused her no pain, it only rendered her almost completely powerless.  In the darkness she was as fit as any of the young soldiers, in the sun, she felt every bit of the 60 years she had been alive.  Despite how being in the sun made her feel Amelira refused to stay inside. Being stuck in a room simply to feel strong wasn’t something she enjoyed nor was it worth her time. There were plenty of other things she could do.

Amelira found herself wondering the castle grounds, deep in thought about the events that had taken place. The murders of the vrajiit, the king sick, it opened many opportunities and even more risks. She had to be careful, more careful than ever. 

 She was pulled from her train of thought as took notice of someone in the distance, she attempted to shoo the previous thoughts from her mind in case they were a mind reader. She let out a sigh of relief as she got closer and recognised the form. “Hello my flower, ” Amelira smiled happily, pressing a kiss to her daughter’s cheek.  “Are you well?”

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The dark, it’s where Amelira thrived the most. It made her feel stronger, quicker and more alive than the light. Darkness empowerment was a gift that at first she had despised but grew to love. Sometimes she would simply just avoid sleep to recharge in the night, like tonight. She found a dark corridor away from most and simply stood in silence until someone called out. “I’m fine, thank you” Amelira replies with a soft smile, turning her head in the direction of the voice. “I, well, it’s not that I can’t. I simply am choosing not to” 

𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 : all 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒���𝚗 : iarna keep 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 : chapter i . “ the saints roll in … ”

she is exhausted , totally and utterly , and through to the bone .  so much is changing all at once , too many whispers in her ear attempting to sway her this way and that , but mina’s will is so much stronger than they might know . how comfortable she feels upon the throne , how right it is , as though she was born for this , meant for it . exhausted as she is , the princess has never felt so alive . 

the day has felt long and all she wishes for is a goblet of wine and moment of peace , it’s all that’s on her mind as she lets herself out of her father’s sick room and into the swollen embrace of her waiting guards who lead her towards her apartment in the opposite tower. along the way she finds a figure standing alone and her eyes narrow upon them , unsure what to make of it. it is dark , most of the palace sleeps and yet here they are. “ are you well ? ” she asks , pulling her guards to a stop and clasping her hands in front of her . “ it is quite late , can’t you sleep ? ”

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susanna thompson . cis female . she/her . wasn’t that amelira ghita walking the palace grounds ? it’s nice to see the lady of wenchinka out and about on such a fine day as this. i’ve heard from the court spies that they notoriously stubborn, whilst also managing to be quite confident. the sixty year old is eager to find out who exactly is behind the killings from what’s being said at court. i heard that they themselves are vrajiit (darkness empowerment). it’s funny, whenever i think of them, i think of mud covered boots, a rainy afternoon and a sword crossed with a shield. great to see the hoyden around, isn’t it ?

Amelira, the matriarch of the Ghita family. She is stubborn and hot headed and quick witted. She is very much the “keep your friends close but your enemies closer” type of woman.

Her powers developed in her very early teens. Darkness Manipulation. The learning curve was steep for her and her parents. She isn’t allergic to sun as most would think, just considerably weaker in the light. In the blaring sun Amelira considerably more frail than most her age. Her mind however, is unaffected. Allow Amerlia to fight in cloudy, dark skies and well, she is just as fit as any of the 20 somethings in full armor. Amelira may appear younger at times than others, this is due to her exposure to light and dark. and not at all due to jace using resources from 2010 nope

Her parents were terrified when Amelira developed her powers. They distanced themselves from her, only ever really communicating with her when necessary. Her abilities were kept secret from everyone except those in her close circle. She was forced to flee to the capital for five years before the king’s army was formed. She then joined the king’s army.

She is a military tactician. Her powers grant her enhanced physical abilities but only in certain situations. She knew this wouldn’t be good enough. It left her vulnerable. When not training with a sword in hand, you could find her head in books, reading, learning.

Amelira volunteered to join the army once it was formed, her skills were invaluable and she rather enjoyed it, despite her secret anti-dragola mind set.

She gathered a reputation in the army, strong, stubborn and expected nothing but the best. She had her few favourites but would never admit to them. She rose quickly to some sort of commander. Leading and planning were her greatest strengths.

Amelira keeps her distaste for the crown to herself. It’s not secret that the people of  Wenchinka aren’t fond of the crown but her distaste and distrust runs far deeper. Working for the crown as a military commander leaves a sour taste in her mouth, something she is looking to rid herself of but refuses to leave. At least she has some control there.

Family is one of the most important things to Amelira, her wife and children (whether they feel the same about her or not) will always come first.

Politics is a game she doesn’t play well despite her background as a tactician, she’d rather tell you how she feels to your face than play with that information. She can smile and shake hands and play nice but would prefer she didn’t have to.

Despite how unhappy working for the crown makes her Amelira refuses to leave the military. She has friends and many connections because of it, burning those bridges to get away wasn’t something she wanted to do.

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