A Queen's Wardrobe

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LAYERS OF HARMONY

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Alone for a while, I've been searching through the dark, For traces of the love you left inside my lonely heart
To weave by picking up the pieces that remain, Melodies of life, love's lost refrain

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Garnet’s heart pounded anxiously against her rib-cage, her silk-clad fingers trembled with palpable excitement as she’d tentatively ran the tips over the familiar crest of Tantalus’ affixed to the parcel that had arrived shortly after noon. Her head naturally craned in the direction of the nearest Knight of Pluto, uncertain how quickly he’d make his report to either Beatrix or Steiner. A disheartened sigh slipped from her lips, a phantom pain flaring up at the base of her skull as she’d recalled how furious those two had been after her last rendezvous within a certain charming rogue. Though to be fair, Garnet understood that neither had any objections with her beloved husband, albeit, they didn’t approve of the fact she’d snuck out of the Castle – a habit that had persisted over the past two years.

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Alexandria’s Queen feigned fatigue, a forced yawn slipped from between her lips as she’d simultaneously raised her forearms above her head to stretch out. "Weimar, I wish to return to my chambers." Garnet stated candidly, not bothering to await his response as she’d began to make her way down the meticulously maintained corridors of the Castle. Whenever she’d passed alongside someone, she gave a curt nod of her head, a polite smile, and a sincere greeting. A few moments later she had arrived at the towering snowy double doors that lead into her private chambers. She’d dismissed Weimar, temporarily relieving him of his duties as she’d stepped beyond the door’s threshold. The Queen offered one final wave as she’d tentatively pressed the doors shut.
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Garnet’s brows furrowed together as she’d began to mentally count backwards from thirty, patiently awaiting until Weimar’s footsteps had long since lapsed into silence. Only then did she exhale, one hand pressing against her door as she’d turned to make her way to a small vanity in the corner of the room. It was there, she began to unfold the letter, breaking the wax seal with a slivery blade. Her mahogany eyes skimmed the letter’ content, not once, or twice but perhaps five times. Her husband had returned to Alexandria after yet another of his grand adventures – oh, how she envied him. While she continued to skim the letter, Garnet removed her silken gloves, taking out a handful of pins from her hair.
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Once she’d removed all forms of ornamentation, Garnet reached up and absent-mindedly ran her fingers it as she’d smiled to herself – Zidane had suggested meeting at the towers. Such a place had great sentimental meaning to her, it wasn’t just where she’d met Zidane truly, but it was also where her journey had begun – her first taste of genuine freedom. Garnet stripped out her formal attire, relishing the ability to breathe comfortable. In her opinion, whom ever invented corsets was both a genius and a sick, sadistic man. Ignoring the slight breeze that wafted in from the balcony, her arms draped across her chest to support her bosom as perused one of her wardrobes.
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She smiled as she’d stumbled upon a very familiar blouse with billowy sleeves. Garnet quickly dressed her out in the her adventuring attire, pleasantly surprised that it still complimented her silhouette – albeit a bit snug in what some would claim were the right places. She fidgeted with the familiar burgundy gloves and matching ankle-high boots, accentuating it with a choker and her favorite pendant. The last thing Garnet donned was a White Mage’s robe, however, if one inspected it closely enough, they’d notice that part of it was singed – thanks to a certain small Black Mage. Without further delay, Garnet waltzed towards the door to her chambers, pressing her ear flush against it as she’d listened for a second or two before sliding it open just wide enough for her to slip through.
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Her lips remained set in a determined grin as she’d snuck through the Castle Ground, effortlessly recalling the numerous patrol routes as she’d dip around corners, duck behind furniture. She made a quick pit stop by the Alexandria’s Grand Kitchen, greeting one of its’ attendants with a sheepish grin. Said attendant took a moment to retrieve a wicker basket that was filled to the brim with an assortment of fruits, some cheeses, some finger food, two wine glasses and a bottle of fine wine. “Thank you for preparing this at such short notice, if you could keep this between us. I would be quite grateful.” Garnet assured them, pleased with the dismissive shake of their head. Garnet spared a glance over her shoulder, shocked to see a handful of Knights making their way in her direction.
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She muttered a very unlady-like sentiment beneath her breathe as she’d gave one final curt bow before dancing through the bustling workers and escaping out one of the servant quarters’. A few minutes later, Garnet found herself at the top of one of Alexandria’ Castle many steepled towers. Garnet sat the basket down on the floor, casually approaching one of the overlooks where she leant out to view her Kingdom and its’ glory, pleased with the progress that they’d collectively made as a whole in the past two years – they’d recovered from Garland’s wraith in every physical way imaginable. Alas, the emotional scars still lingered beneath the surface and they would for centuries to come. Her head craned upwards so that she could gaze upon the heavens, standing beneath the same night sky that had stared it all.
It is hard to believe, three years ago... it all started here. What would have happened if I had nevet met you?" [break][break]

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