Naomi and Alonsa float behind Icicene and Asia, taking in all the brilliant architecture, carved statues, and the loveliest artworks their eyes have ever seen. They soon come up to a grand cathedral doorway, gilded with carved silver, which matches the hinges and handles. Asia walks ahead and opens the door, bowing as Icicene curtsies and goes through the door, followed close by Naomi and Alonsa. Naomi looks around to see herself in what looks like an outside sitting area, vines hanging from wood bars above their heads. She looks over to see Icicene hurrying over to a older man nearby, sitting comfortably on a lounging couch dressed in fine linens. His dark, curly, brown hair is short, and he has no beard, taking Naomi by surprise, knowing that men in their 30s, like this man looks, usually have a full beard, though it compliments his blue eyes nicely. He, as said before, doesn't look too old, probably in his mid-30s, not many wrinkles carved from his face from age. Though, the look in his eyes say that he's seen much, though she probably wishes not to know.
"I have come to see you Father. How was your sleep?" Icicene asks as she kneels beside the couch.
The man turns his head and smiles.
"Oh, my little nypth, they were bland, though deep." Icicene's father answers as he caresses her cheek.
Naomi's eyes widen.
"I had a father..." Naomi trails off.
Alonsa turns towards Naomi and sighs, feeling a bit bad.
"Icicene?" a women calls from behind, taking everyone by surprise.
They all turn to see a beautiful women walking through one of the other doorways, another ladies' maid following close behind, dressed in something quite like Asia's dress, though tinted more of blue, then a light orange color like her's. The women has straight, dirty blonde hair that is a simple braid with some gold strands intertwined, framing her face nicely. She wears a brilliant blue dress that wraps elegantly around her body, ending with fabric going over her shoulder, kinda reminding Naomi of something a women from India would wear. The border on the blue fabric is gold gilded with gems and pearls, shinning in the sunlight which each steps she takes. Her makeup and jewelry is all plain and simple, a simple paste like Icicene's and the lightest of blue eyeshadow to off set her dark green eyes, while jewelry only consists of pearls and maybe a colorful gem here and there. That is, except for the beautiful gold tiara that sits perfectly on her head, carved masterfully to the smallest detail, depicting an angelic figure with some type of dragon looking creture on either side, and attached with many hanging ties, probably from Egyptian influence. Naomi feels her heart yearn for the lady, giving her an idea of who she might be.
"Alonsa, is that my-?" Naomi starts.
"-Mother, you are out of bed. Are you feeling well now?" Icicene asks as she stands, interupting Naomi's question, but ultimately answering it.
The women nods.
"Yes, it seems Eutykhia has spared us some good fortune, and Aceso has blessed me with returned health." the women answers as she sits on the couch beside Icicene's father, "Though it seems it'll be a little while before my full strength returns."
"Then, my sweet Laodice, try not to over excite yourself until your health is back and full." the father says, smiling.
Laodice grins.
"Alright, Antiochus." she agrees.
"Alonsa." Naomi says.
"Yes?" Alonsa asks.
"Can you tell me more about these people?" she asks.
"Well, as you've already guessed, the two here are your past parents, King Antiochus the third and Queen Laodice the third, the 6th rulers of the Seleucid Empire of Ancient Greece. Your father, though ambitious, became a fine ruler over the time of his reign, while your Mother married him right after he became King at the age of 18, not really ill-spoken, though was known to have a weaker immune system. But, it didn't seem to put much pressure on her." Alonsa explains.
Naomi's expression becomes that of confusion.
"What's that mean?" Naomi asks.
"It means that she was able to give birth to seven children." Alonsa answers.
"SEVEN KIDS?!" Naomi yells, not believing it.
Alonsa immediately flies over and covers her mouth as she notices Icicene gives them the idea that she might hear them, flinching at Naomi's voice.
"Yes, seven. Antiochus, Seleucus the fourth Philopater, Icicene the first Penella, a.k.a. you, then Laodice the fourth, Cleopatra the first Syra, Antiochis, and last, Mithridates." Alonsa whispers.
"So, I was the...thrid born?" Naomi asks, finally having her mouth uncovered.
"That's correct, but the first daughter, as well as the favorite." Alonsa answers, grinning.
Naomi smiles.
"I can't believe that I once had sisters! Sounds like a relief." Naomi comments.
"Really? Cause you didn't seem that fond of Neema, last I recall." Alonsa counters, smirking.
Naomi shutters as she thinks of Neema, Calankaiana's (a.k.a. her) rotten little sister, who seemed to know just how to get under her skin.
"So, why was it that you wanted to see me?" Icicene asks, distracting Naomi.
"Demetrius the first of Bactria, will be here by nightfall, we wanted you to find something to sing for him at tonight's banquet of welcome." Antiochus answers.
Icicene sighs.
...Another suitor, as usual...
Icicene's thought takes Naomi by surprise, stunned that she heard it.
"What is with suitors? Calankaiana had the same problem." Naomi comments.
Alonsa laughs.
"I must say, I don't know myself." Alonsa answers.
"What should I sing?" Icicene asks as she rises.
"Oh, I don't know. Something that befits that beautiful voice of yours." Antiochus answers getting up from his couch.
"How about that lullaby you used to sing me?" a younger says from behind them.
They all turn to see a young boy, probably about 9 years old, standing behind them, dressed in a tunic much more simple then Antiochus'. His hair is lighter colored, like Laodice's is, though his has more curl like his father. But, instead of green, his eyes are bright blue, like Icicene's.
"Which one, Mithridates?" Icicene asks.
"You were close to him." Alonsa whispers to Naomi.
"He's cute." Naomi comments.
"The only about Selene." Mithridates answers.
"That one is pretty." Laodice agrees.
"And it'll pay respect to Selene." Antiochus says, "That is it."
Icicene nods.
"Alright Father." Icicene says.
He nods in return, before turning and handing his hand to Laodice, who takes it and grins.
"Well, your mother and I shall be in the gardens if we need call." Antiochus says as they begin to walk out of the sitting area.
"Alright, I'll take Mithridates and begin to practice." Icicene says as she turns, taking Mirthridates hand.
The King and Queen nod and disappear behind a row of pillars. Icicene stairs in their direction for a moment, before she untenses and sighs, turning towards the door that Laodice came in through. Asia walks ahead like before and opens the doors for them, bowing as she does.
"Alonsa?" Naomi says.
"Yes?" Alonsa answers.
"Sorry, but this has been bugging me. How old is Icicene exactly?" Naomi asks.
Alonsa blinks.
"She's 14." Alonsa answers.
"14?!" Naomi yells.
Alonsa rushes back over to Naomi's side and covers her mouth as Icicene turns, seeming to hear them. Asia and Mithridates notice.
"What is wrong, your Highness?" Asia asks.
Icicene stares at Naomi.
"Asia? Do you see what I see?" Icicene asks as she turns to look back at Asia.
Naomi and Alonsa freeze.
"And what is it that you see, My Lady?" Asia asks.
Icicene turns back, staring right at Naomi. Naomi shakes her head.
...Please, don't tell her you see us. Trust me, we aren't here to harm you...
Naomi's thought races across her mind, as well as Icicene's, causes her to jump a little.
"Princess?" Asia says, her voice a little concerned.
Icicene nods and turns back.
"Oh, never mind, I guess I might of been daydreaming." Icicene says as she smiles, walking ahead of Asia.
"P-Princess! Wait!" Asia calls after her.
For a moment, Alonsa and Naomi don't move, at least until Alonsa finally let's go of her.
"She covered for us." Naomi says.
"But why?" Alonsa.
"Probably cause I asked her to."
Alonsa looks over at her in surprise.
"How could you ask her." Alonsa asks.
"Telepathically, I guess." Naomi answers, beginning to follow after Icicene.
After a few minutes, they come to a large space filled with many musical instruments. In the middle of the rotunda, there's a few chairs with what looks like a small harp, a flute, and maybe an early version of a piano, though it has no top to hide the strangely stringed underneath. Icicene grins as she sits at chair holding the harp, sitting nicely in the seat as she adjusts her skirts. Asia sits at the piano looking thing, while another girl, probably two years younger then Icicene sits to take the flute.
"Alright, so you'll be singing the moon lullaby?" Mithridates asks as at a seat nearby.
Icicene laughs.
"Yes, just for you." Icicene says as she smiles, before looking down at the instrument, putting her fingers masterfully on the frets.
"Whenever you're ready, Princess Icicene." Asia says.
Icicene nods, then looks back down. Soon, a sweet, but gracing melody begins to string in Icicene's fingers, soon accompanied by the high melody of the flute, and background of the piano. Then, it finally happens.
Icicene begins to sing.
"Twilight calls us to rest, though I
pay no heed to the call,
I stride in the light of the Moon, it
carries your voice over the fall
Olive branches fall past, though I
pay no heed to their share
For you and I shall meet, I can tell
this time you will be there
Selene, protect the love, the love
that we have set
For now that I see him, I know not
when we last met
The Moon soon will be not, back to the
Sunlight we all know
Though for long as we are here, please
do not let it easily go..."
Naomi feels her heart reach out to the song, seeming to now the majestic melody like the back of her own hand. She looks over to the surprise that Alonsa seems to be crying, remembering every note just like she does. She sighs and looks back over as Icicene plucks out each note with elegance and precision, wishing that she remembered those skills. But, as she thinks, she realizes something.
She has never sang a single note in her life.
"...Now the Sun calls us, back to the
homes that we have known
But I do not want to go back, if I
know you will be alone
We take each other, tight once more
in each other's embrace
But yet you still shed a tear, fear that
you will never again see my face
I tell to take heed, soon winter shall
take Gamelion with it
But even in the iced blasts, your
warmth will keep me lit
So do not fret, Selene protect the love
we now have come to share
For when you and I will meet, I know that
you will always be there."
The song ends with a beautiful melodic tune into a perfect chord, fading into the air. Icicene sits still for a moment, until Mithridates begins clapping, standing straight to applaud his elder sister. She laughs and smiles, looking at the other two in the trio.
"That was absolutely magnificent Cleopatra!" Icicene compliments the girl next to her, "The sound from that pipe was right on all levels, you have studied well."
The girl smiles big.
"You really believe so?!" Cleopatra asks.
"Of course, I am not one to lie." Icicene says, smiling.
Cleopatra giggles, then takes strong hold of Icicene, giving her a big hug. Icicene chuckles and hugs her back.
"Hey Alonsa, who's Cleopatra?" Naomi asks.
"She's Icicene's younger sister." Alonsa answers.
"Oh. No wonder, she looks a little like Icicene."
Cleopatra has brown hair, a little lighter then Icicene's, worn in a high ponytail, pink strands with clear beads connected to it strung nicely through her hair. Her eyes are a mix of green and blue, showing a genetic from both the mother and father. She wears a cute pink dress, simple in design, only having a little embellishment of gold and beads along the short sleeves and skirt. She wears little makeup and jewerly, only silver eyeshadow, with silver ball earrings matching a ribbon choker, a pink gem hanging from the silver clasp connecting to the silver ribbon.
"My Lady, shall we go through again?" Asia asks.
Icicene grins.
"Of course." Icicene agrees smiling.
Soon, the music plays up again, causing Naomi to sigh as Icicene sings the the song again in her angelic voice.
"I wish I could sing like that." Naomi comments.
"Have you ever tried?" Alonsa asks.
"No, not ever, my mom isn't big on music, and I played in orchestra during middle school." Naomi answers.
"Try."
Naomi looks confused.
"What?" Naomi asks.
"Try to sing the song Icicene is singing." Alonsa explains.
"What? I can't do that."
"Oh come on, just try." Alonsa pleads.
Naomi sighs again as she looks back over at Icicene, still in a trance as she sings the sweet melody, plucking each fret as she does.
"...The Moon will soon be not, back to the
Sunlight we all know..."
The next part instantly comes to her head.
"...Though for as long as we are here, please
do not let is easily go
Now the Sun calls us, back to the
homes we have known
But I do not want to go back, if I
know you are alone
We take each other, tight once more
in each other's embrace
But yet you still shed a tear, fear that
you will never again see my face..."
Icicene looks up at Naomi as she still sings, recognizing the voice as her own, though older and filled with more feeling, seeing as Naomi has experienced love like this through Calankaiana and Heru. Her eyes widen slightly when she sees that it's actually Naomi singing with her, but she makes it discrete enough that neither Asia or Cleopatra notice.
"...I tell you to take heed, soon winter shall
take Gamelion with it,
But even in the iced blasts, your
warmth will keep me it
So do not fret, Selene protect the love
we now have come to share
For when you and I will meet, I know that
you will always be there..."
Asia and Cleopatra clap, as well as Mithridates, while Icicene and Naomi just stare at each other, kinda still entranced by what just happened. Alonsa stares as Naomi in amazement, not believing that she really sounds exactly, if not better then Icicene.
"Well, your Highness, I am going to take these two to the King and Queen, then return to escort you to have fabrics for your new dress choosen, alright?" Asia says as she walk away from her piano thing to take Mithridates' hand, before Cleopatra's.
Icicene nods, and stands as Asia walks out. Icicene turns to put her harp down, waiting until Asia'a footsteps have become faint, before she turns back to face them.
"Who are you spectors? Goddesses? Demons? Nympths?" Icicene asks, finally getting somewhere with Alonsa and Naomi.
"I have come to see you Father. How was your sleep?" Icicene asks as she kneels beside the couch.
The man turns his head and smiles.
"Oh, my little nypth, they were bland, though deep." Icicene's father answers as he caresses her cheek.
Naomi's eyes widen.
"I had a father..." Naomi trails off.
Alonsa turns towards Naomi and sighs, feeling a bit bad.
"Icicene?" a women calls from behind, taking everyone by surprise.
They all turn to see a beautiful women walking through one of the other doorways, another ladies' maid following close behind, dressed in something quite like Asia's dress, though tinted more of blue, then a light orange color like her's. The women has straight, dirty blonde hair that is a simple braid with some gold strands intertwined, framing her face nicely. She wears a brilliant blue dress that wraps elegantly around her body, ending with fabric going over her shoulder, kinda reminding Naomi of something a women from India would wear. The border on the blue fabric is gold gilded with gems and pearls, shinning in the sunlight which each steps she takes. Her makeup and jewelry is all plain and simple, a simple paste like Icicene's and the lightest of blue eyeshadow to off set her dark green eyes, while jewelry only consists of pearls and maybe a colorful gem here and there. That is, except for the beautiful gold tiara that sits perfectly on her head, carved masterfully to the smallest detail, depicting an angelic figure with some type of dragon looking creture on either side, and attached with many hanging ties, probably from Egyptian influence. Naomi feels her heart yearn for the lady, giving her an idea of who she might be.
"Alonsa, is that my-?" Naomi starts.
"-Mother, you are out of bed. Are you feeling well now?" Icicene asks as she stands, interupting Naomi's question, but ultimately answering it.
The women nods.
"Yes, it seems Eutykhia has spared us some good fortune, and Aceso has blessed me with returned health." the women answers as she sits on the couch beside Icicene's father, "Though it seems it'll be a little while before my full strength returns."
"Then, my sweet Laodice, try not to over excite yourself until your health is back and full." the father says, smiling.
Laodice grins.
"Alright, Antiochus." she agrees.
"Alonsa." Naomi says.
"Yes?" Alonsa asks.
"Can you tell me more about these people?" she asks.
"Well, as you've already guessed, the two here are your past parents, King Antiochus the third and Queen Laodice the third, the 6th rulers of the Seleucid Empire of Ancient Greece. Your father, though ambitious, became a fine ruler over the time of his reign, while your Mother married him right after he became King at the age of 18, not really ill-spoken, though was known to have a weaker immune system. But, it didn't seem to put much pressure on her." Alonsa explains.
Naomi's expression becomes that of confusion.
"What's that mean?" Naomi asks.
"It means that she was able to give birth to seven children." Alonsa answers.
"SEVEN KIDS?!" Naomi yells, not believing it.
Alonsa immediately flies over and covers her mouth as she notices Icicene gives them the idea that she might hear them, flinching at Naomi's voice.
"Yes, seven. Antiochus, Seleucus the fourth Philopater, Icicene the first Penella, a.k.a. you, then Laodice the fourth, Cleopatra the first Syra, Antiochis, and last, Mithridates." Alonsa whispers.
"So, I was the...thrid born?" Naomi asks, finally having her mouth uncovered.
"That's correct, but the first daughter, as well as the favorite." Alonsa answers, grinning.
Naomi smiles.
"I can't believe that I once had sisters! Sounds like a relief." Naomi comments.
"Really? Cause you didn't seem that fond of Neema, last I recall." Alonsa counters, smirking.
Naomi shutters as she thinks of Neema, Calankaiana's (a.k.a. her) rotten little sister, who seemed to know just how to get under her skin.
"So, why was it that you wanted to see me?" Icicene asks, distracting Naomi.
"Demetrius the first of Bactria, will be here by nightfall, we wanted you to find something to sing for him at tonight's banquet of welcome." Antiochus answers.
Icicene sighs.
...Another suitor, as usual...
Icicene's thought takes Naomi by surprise, stunned that she heard it.
"What is with suitors? Calankaiana had the same problem." Naomi comments.
Alonsa laughs.
"I must say, I don't know myself." Alonsa answers.
"What should I sing?" Icicene asks as she rises.
"Oh, I don't know. Something that befits that beautiful voice of yours." Antiochus answers getting up from his couch.
"How about that lullaby you used to sing me?" a younger says from behind them.
They all turn to see a young boy, probably about 9 years old, standing behind them, dressed in a tunic much more simple then Antiochus'. His hair is lighter colored, like Laodice's is, though his has more curl like his father. But, instead of green, his eyes are bright blue, like Icicene's.
"Which one, Mithridates?" Icicene asks.
"You were close to him." Alonsa whispers to Naomi.
"He's cute." Naomi comments.
"The only about Selene." Mithridates answers.
"That one is pretty." Laodice agrees.
"And it'll pay respect to Selene." Antiochus says, "That is it."
Icicene nods.
"Alright Father." Icicene says.
He nods in return, before turning and handing his hand to Laodice, who takes it and grins.
"Well, your mother and I shall be in the gardens if we need call." Antiochus says as they begin to walk out of the sitting area.
"Alright, I'll take Mithridates and begin to practice." Icicene says as she turns, taking Mirthridates hand.
The King and Queen nod and disappear behind a row of pillars. Icicene stairs in their direction for a moment, before she untenses and sighs, turning towards the door that Laodice came in through. Asia walks ahead like before and opens the doors for them, bowing as she does.
"Alonsa?" Naomi says.
"Yes?" Alonsa answers.
"Sorry, but this has been bugging me. How old is Icicene exactly?" Naomi asks.
Alonsa blinks.
"She's 14." Alonsa answers.
"14?!" Naomi yells.
Alonsa rushes back over to Naomi's side and covers her mouth as Icicene turns, seeming to hear them. Asia and Mithridates notice.
"What is wrong, your Highness?" Asia asks.
Icicene stares at Naomi.
"Asia? Do you see what I see?" Icicene asks as she turns to look back at Asia.
Naomi and Alonsa freeze.
"And what is it that you see, My Lady?" Asia asks.
Icicene turns back, staring right at Naomi. Naomi shakes her head.
...Please, don't tell her you see us. Trust me, we aren't here to harm you...
Naomi's thought races across her mind, as well as Icicene's, causes her to jump a little.
"Princess?" Asia says, her voice a little concerned.
Icicene nods and turns back.
"Oh, never mind, I guess I might of been daydreaming." Icicene says as she smiles, walking ahead of Asia.
"P-Princess! Wait!" Asia calls after her.
For a moment, Alonsa and Naomi don't move, at least until Alonsa finally let's go of her.
"She covered for us." Naomi says.
"But why?" Alonsa.
"Probably cause I asked her to."
Alonsa looks over at her in surprise.
"How could you ask her." Alonsa asks.
"Telepathically, I guess." Naomi answers, beginning to follow after Icicene.
After a few minutes, they come to a large space filled with many musical instruments. In the middle of the rotunda, there's a few chairs with what looks like a small harp, a flute, and maybe an early version of a piano, though it has no top to hide the strangely stringed underneath. Icicene grins as she sits at chair holding the harp, sitting nicely in the seat as she adjusts her skirts. Asia sits at the piano looking thing, while another girl, probably two years younger then Icicene sits to take the flute.
"Alright, so you'll be singing the moon lullaby?" Mithridates asks as at a seat nearby.
Icicene laughs.
"Yes, just for you." Icicene says as she smiles, before looking down at the instrument, putting her fingers masterfully on the frets.
"Whenever you're ready, Princess Icicene." Asia says.
Icicene nods, then looks back down. Soon, a sweet, but gracing melody begins to string in Icicene's fingers, soon accompanied by the high melody of the flute, and background of the piano. Then, it finally happens.
Icicene begins to sing.
"Twilight calls us to rest, though I
pay no heed to the call,
I stride in the light of the Moon, it
carries your voice over the fall
Olive branches fall past, though I
pay no heed to their share
For you and I shall meet, I can tell
this time you will be there
Selene, protect the love, the love
that we have set
For now that I see him, I know not
when we last met
The Moon soon will be not, back to the
Sunlight we all know
Though for long as we are here, please
do not let it easily go..."
Naomi feels her heart reach out to the song, seeming to now the majestic melody like the back of her own hand. She looks over to the surprise that Alonsa seems to be crying, remembering every note just like she does. She sighs and looks back over as Icicene plucks out each note with elegance and precision, wishing that she remembered those skills. But, as she thinks, she realizes something.
She has never sang a single note in her life.
"...Now the Sun calls us, back to the
homes that we have known
But I do not want to go back, if I
know you will be alone
We take each other, tight once more
in each other's embrace
But yet you still shed a tear, fear that
you will never again see my face
I tell to take heed, soon winter shall
take Gamelion with it
But even in the iced blasts, your
warmth will keep me lit
So do not fret, Selene protect the love
we now have come to share
For when you and I will meet, I know that
you will always be there."
The song ends with a beautiful melodic tune into a perfect chord, fading into the air. Icicene sits still for a moment, until Mithridates begins clapping, standing straight to applaud his elder sister. She laughs and smiles, looking at the other two in the trio.
"That was absolutely magnificent Cleopatra!" Icicene compliments the girl next to her, "The sound from that pipe was right on all levels, you have studied well."
The girl smiles big.
"You really believe so?!" Cleopatra asks.
"Of course, I am not one to lie." Icicene says, smiling.
Cleopatra giggles, then takes strong hold of Icicene, giving her a big hug. Icicene chuckles and hugs her back.
"Hey Alonsa, who's Cleopatra?" Naomi asks.
"She's Icicene's younger sister." Alonsa answers.
"Oh. No wonder, she looks a little like Icicene."
Cleopatra has brown hair, a little lighter then Icicene's, worn in a high ponytail, pink strands with clear beads connected to it strung nicely through her hair. Her eyes are a mix of green and blue, showing a genetic from both the mother and father. She wears a cute pink dress, simple in design, only having a little embellishment of gold and beads along the short sleeves and skirt. She wears little makeup and jewerly, only silver eyeshadow, with silver ball earrings matching a ribbon choker, a pink gem hanging from the silver clasp connecting to the silver ribbon.
"My Lady, shall we go through again?" Asia asks.
Icicene grins.
"Of course." Icicene agrees smiling.
Soon, the music plays up again, causing Naomi to sigh as Icicene sings the the song again in her angelic voice.
"I wish I could sing like that." Naomi comments.
"Have you ever tried?" Alonsa asks.
"No, not ever, my mom isn't big on music, and I played in orchestra during middle school." Naomi answers.
"Try."
Naomi looks confused.
"What?" Naomi asks.
"Try to sing the song Icicene is singing." Alonsa explains.
"What? I can't do that."
"Oh come on, just try." Alonsa pleads.
Naomi sighs again as she looks back over at Icicene, still in a trance as she sings the sweet melody, plucking each fret as she does.
"...The Moon will soon be not, back to the
Sunlight we all know..."
The next part instantly comes to her head.
"...Though for as long as we are here, please
do not let is easily go
Now the Sun calls us, back to the
homes we have known
But I do not want to go back, if I
know you are alone
We take each other, tight once more
in each other's embrace
But yet you still shed a tear, fear that
you will never again see my face..."
Icicene looks up at Naomi as she still sings, recognizing the voice as her own, though older and filled with more feeling, seeing as Naomi has experienced love like this through Calankaiana and Heru. Her eyes widen slightly when she sees that it's actually Naomi singing with her, but she makes it discrete enough that neither Asia or Cleopatra notice.
"...I tell you to take heed, soon winter shall
take Gamelion with it,
But even in the iced blasts, your
warmth will keep me it
So do not fret, Selene protect the love
we now have come to share
For when you and I will meet, I know that
you will always be there..."
Asia and Cleopatra clap, as well as Mithridates, while Icicene and Naomi just stare at each other, kinda still entranced by what just happened. Alonsa stares as Naomi in amazement, not believing that she really sounds exactly, if not better then Icicene.
"Well, your Highness, I am going to take these two to the King and Queen, then return to escort you to have fabrics for your new dress choosen, alright?" Asia says as she walk away from her piano thing to take Mithridates' hand, before Cleopatra's.
Icicene nods, and stands as Asia walks out. Icicene turns to put her harp down, waiting until Asia'a footsteps have become faint, before she turns back to face them.
"Who are you spectors? Goddesses? Demons? Nympths?" Icicene asks, finally getting somewhere with Alonsa and Naomi.
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