Lady Hakari Yazria
sighed to herself as she hit the refresh button on her terminal, the
letter was due today she just hoped it was what she hoped for. “Nope
not here yet” she muttered to herself as she stood up and headed
out of the small room she used as a office and entered her sleeping
chambers, as she saw what was on the bed she muttered again this time
a word that had Mrs Riki, the governess she had had as a child and
who even now looked after her younger cousins and siblings, heard it
shed of been sent to bed without supper at the very least.
Laid there on her bed,
probably sent by her mother who seemed to think a sixteen year old
couldn't choose her own clothes, was the most horrible, least to her,
dress that Hakari had ever seen. Oh she was sure it cost more then a
normal family would earn in a year, she once again cursed the fact
she wasn't from a normal family. But it was pink for the Lords sake
and, she shuddered it had frills, She picked it up and headed to the
closet, opening the doors and walking in, she got a glint in her eye
as she looked at the large collection of clothes most, unlike the
dress she had just checked into a out of the way draw, chosen by her.
She sighed and turned away from the rail with comfortable but casual
clothing, her father had guests tonight, and going by the fact her
mother had sent a dress one of these was bound to be a boy around her
age, ever since her 16th birthday some months ago the main
focus in her mothers life seemed to be finding Hakari a husband.
Hakari sighed as she
thumbed though a rail of formal gowns each worth more then a small
vehicle, she was sure some girls would love her life, love to be the
heir of a Khanid house but Hakari, she wanted more, while the other
girls of the family her age was reading romances, doing each others
hair and dreaming of meting Mr right, she was reading military
fiction and history, spending most her days in the lavish gym built
into her family's estate and dreaming of doing her part to finally
bring the Minmatar back into the Empire. Her mother called it foolish
her father.. she wasn't sure what her father thought, but she wanted
away from the family, it was that reason she had applied to the Amarr
navy, hoping her family name would matter less there and she could
advance on her own merits.
Hakari sighed again and
looked over to doorway to her office, the response one way or
another was due today, she picked a long black gown off the rail, its
lines making the already tall girl seem even taller and headed to her
changing room, pressing the button on the dresser to call her maid, a
Matari slave about her age, she sat and endured while the girl did
her hair and make up, as she was pulling on the last part of her
outfit, a pair of elegant black heels, she heard the terminal in her
office beep, pushing the slave away she headed towards her office as
fast as the, in her opinion ridiculous, heels would let her.