the warm candle light lit the tent ever so slightly. The tent was decorated to the brim, considering the fact they were resting for days at every stop, they had plenty of time to make the area as Lavinia and spacious as possible, with plenty of hanging plants and baskets and hammocks. She was sitting in the corner by the candle light, surrounded by the endless potions and liquids gathered by herbalists and blessed by high priests. All made to be applied to purify and protect the sacred skin of the Youngest current Uśaklar, daughter of the empress. She wore lots of jewellery and gloves she was forbidden to take off. she was forbidden from ever making physical contact, afraid the touch of a commoners hand would taint her skin with mercy. She heard the sound of rustling at the front of her tent, and she turned around sharply, halfway through applying one of the gifts. The person who emerged was wearing heavy steel armour the colour of coal, glistening in the moonlight that just barely slipped through the door. She had jet black hair and a stoic, judgemental and protective expression as she glanced from one side of the tent to the other. “What are you doing here?!?! Don’t you realise you’re interrupted me?” she calmed down and stood up, putting the jewellery and headdress again. “I’m sorry, I suppose you’re my body guard, correct?” the bodyguard nodded gently. She was holding a crate of something cradled within her arms.