Ileana Throne
The eldest princess woke up from her dream with a start, sweat beading on her brow. She honestly couldn't remember the last time she had a peaceful night sleep, her nightmares always taking over her slumber. They were never the same dream, though they all were about the same thing. This one in particular was not as harsh as the rest, but it was still hard to sit through and watch. She was always so powerless in her dreams; they took over her. But, it was over now, and there was no need to fuss. Dreams had never meant much to Ileana anyway because they didn't matter. Even if for once she could save him in her dreams, he would still be dead in the morning.
Ileana just got up out of bed with the intention to go about her day like normal. She went about her business as normal. She washed up, brushed her hair, put on her robes, and eventually made her way down to breakfast with her family. Being the silent "black sheep" of the family always made meal times awkward for her. Sure she loved her mother and sister dearly, but like the angsty teenager she was, she felt that no one understood her. Of course, how could they? Her mother had everything she wanted with the power she held, and her sister... Well, don't get her started on why her sister couldn't understand her. Mostly, though she couldn't talk to them because being arrested for suspected treason would ruin her morning. If she could speak her opinions freely, everyone in this empire would know her position and what she thought of her father's policies. Unfortunately, her freedom of speech was non-existent.
The ginger sat down at the breakfast table alone; she was the first one there, but she figured the others wouldn't be long.