Maria sits on a fancy chair, she knows that people are giving her looks, but Maria payed no mind as her husband continued to talk. Maria adjusted her collar and then took a champagne glass off the small table next to her. Finally the meeting was over, Maria put the glass back on the table and let out a sigh, uncrossing her legs and letting her tail drop, obviously that meeting didn't go well "Ah, at last" Maria said standing up and looking at her dear Pedro, who was himself looking out a window "Oh come now dear, it wasn't that bad was it?.... dear?" Pedro wasn't answering her, Maria tried again, moving to a more formal approach "Your Imperial Majesty?... are you alright love? I know the meeting didn't go our way but there's something we can do, there always is"