Colors of an Empress

[Empress Amélie I]

(These will be the private musings and poems of the Empress reflecting on various Imperial events and her feelings on them.)

Colors of An Empress #1:

Grant us your trust from upon your throne so high,

Proclaim my Ministers who claim to support the sky,

Trust us to know and to do what is best,

And we will take care of the rest.


But trust is the color of dark schemes growing,

Trust is the color of my sailors’ blood flowing,

Trust is the color of such a terrible blast,

Trust is the color of so many corpses massed.

-A reflection in her private diary following the events of The Urk Expedition and the recent death of Minister Kilaris and many Imperial citizens at the opera.​

 

[Empress Amélie I]

Colors of an Empress #2

Already, the plans for the celebration of the anniversary of my coronation are underway, as such must be arranged well in advance, though I know it is less for my sake, than for that of a new age for the nation. A reunited, recreated, and resurgent Imperium. The people will sing my praises for saving the day, and salute the skull and bones that still fly against all odds, but why then is my heart so tired? Perhaps it because I have been wearing this mask for so long that I find that now I cannot take it off. The strong Empress who can defeat any foe, the wise Empress who always has a plan for whatever may happen. If only they knew I am still but a vixen at the helm of a boat, trying desperately to avoid the rocks at the end of the day, those jagged ones above the surface and those lurking in the murky depths of the waves, both equally able to sink the ship. Yet if I had never taken up my captaincy, or relinquished command to another, could the Imperium that I knew and loved still have been saved?

I have amended the law thousands of times with my decrees, and will do so thousands more of such, but will I ever be able to wipe away the stain of the blood that I have spilled and must continue to spill? A beast cannot escape the limits of their time, nor their position. I have no choice but now to keep sitting on this suffering seat and continuing playing my part like any one of the countless actors in Bully Harbor, no matter how much it may cut me. I can only pray that whichever of my kits succeeds me forgives their mother for the eventual burden that they will carry.

-Another entry in her private diary, reflecting upon the beginnings of preparations for the anniversary of her coronation in Frimary.​