Here is a spin off of my Duct Tape idea that I began with someone but it did not get far. This is my first post. The original idea was for someone to manipulate her into becoming Sith or a face for the Sith to rule through. I would be happy to change it into any thoughts or ideas you might have.
"Her Majesty Andromeda Radica Seleroma, Queen of Saleucami."
Andromeda hardly registered the words from the priest booming out to the large croud below her. She felt her legs move and her feet follow suit as her arm rose up and begin a slow motion wave. She could only describe it as an out of body experience in which she had no control over her actions whatsoever.
Numb. All she could feel was numbness throughout her entire body as well as her mind. Her mind resurfaced for only a moment as a small smile came across her face, it was not genuine but it was there. She had to put on a show and the croud was so far away that they would not be able to distinguish a real smile for the fake one she momenarily possessed. She was thankful for the design of jewels and ink that played across her face at this moment, a design black ink and saphire blue jewels around her eyes and halfway to her cheek. She had at first nearly refused this addition to her look this morning in preparation for her coronation ceremony, but was now greatful to hide behind its beauty.
Finally she turned away from the crowd and walked back into the palace, her ladies in waiting, bodyguards, and advisors following her at a close distance. When one of her advisors noticed her pass the throne room, she heard him start to say, "Your High... I mean Your Majesty; you are scheduled to meet with the council to finish up some details following your coronation." "I AM aware of my duties, and if my mother taught me nothing else, it was that the Queen is never late. I wish to retire to my chambers and will convene with the council when I am ready. You will entertain them until I arrive." They all knew that 'you' meant all of the advisors and they slowly departed as Andromeda opened the doors to her suite and walked through the sitting room into her private chambers. Most of her ladies made themselves comfortable in the sitting room, while others departed and her guards took their positions, but none entering in with her.
Closing the door, Andromeda moved to sit in a chair facing her full length mirror. She dabbed her eyes with a cloth as tears began to reveal themselves, but made sure not to smudge the design around them. So much had happened in the past 72 hours. Her parents had been killed in an explosion on their ship, leaving her the heir to the throne of an entire planet at the age of 20 only slightly prepared and completely alone. She had also lost two very close friends of her family, he her personal bodyguard and trainer since she was very little and his wife who was the pilot of the ship that destroyed them. This left her without her favorite bodyguard and someone to practice her skills with. They had taught her a lot about life outside of the palace and allowed her to roam the streets with them in disguise when she was young. He was the only one inside the palace that still called her Meda, the name she was taught to respond to when she was under disguise.
Andromeda’s muscles twitched as she fought to control herself and resorted to her meditation techniques. Her body ached to release the tension within her in her private practice area, but she knew her time was running short as far as appropriate lateness. She also was down a sparring partner and was not ready to ask one of her guards to assist when she knew they had increased her protection since the explosion. Fear of someone trying to take down the royal line was on everyone’s mind currently and was most likely going to be brought up in her meeting. What irritated Meda the most was that she was more than capable of taking care of herself for she had recently become a Jedi Knight. This of course, was top secret and very few people in her council even were aware of this fact. Her parents had decided to train her privately and brought in a Jedi Master to teach her within the palace. Her parents did not want her unique gift to be put to waste, but also did not want an uproar over it. No king or queen of Saleucami had ever been a jedi. Needless to say that this event had caused her to stop her training and focus on the weight being put on her shoulders.
She sighed as she stood up and observed her appearance in the mirror. She meticulously straightened her elegant dress that matched the sapphire stones on her face and flowed out beyond her in layers dragging along the ground. She adjusted the silver crown on her head, still partially thinking it belonged to her mother. She turned away from the mirror and moved to open the door to the sitting room, watching everyone stand up quickly in reaction to her presence. Without a word she exited her suite and moved towards the room where the council was waiting for her.