Sitting amongst the select Supreme was Camille. Third from the farthest seat on the left she was positioned diagonally behind Katelyn. The annoyance of literally being overshadowed by the Queen tugged at her jealous strings, but the ability to see all of Marcello’s facial expressions made it worthwhile. Wrapped around her like a luxurious blanket was a large wool coat of a glittery canary yellow, and it was so large that it billowed onto the floor. While standing the coat had a long train, a stiff collar, and looked rather graceful. While sitting, it looked like magical yellow skin swallowing her up. Under this cumbersome coat Camille wore a bright red dress. It was made of spider silk, a rather strong fabric with a mild sheen, and had an low ‘’V’ neck that nearly touched her navel. Even for the most morbid of events she needed to draw some attention to herself. She found that dressing a little too well for an event and showing off a little too much skin usually did the trick.
Camille sat with her pointed golden heels crossed and her body leaning against her left arm. In this position she was able to gain just a few more inches of the sight of her beloved High King. Her brown eyes traced over the features of Marcello’s face. As far as she was concerned he was constructed by the gods to become a god. The young Senator began to nibble at her pointer finger as her eyes wandered and devoured every inch of him. Never was she more attracted to Marcello than when he was in his element, addressing the people and standing up for his rightful place on the throne. Camille made a mental note to reward him for his gallantry the next time they were alone.
Lost in her thoughts Camille jumped at the sound of the execution bell. Realizing that she was daydreaming she quickly composed herself and regained the sleekness that she had possessed prior. A flush of red embarrassment powdered her face, but it was nearly impossible to recognize though the makeup she had on. The execution was beginning. Camille had a flutter of excitement course through her. She, unlike most humans, looked forward to execution days. They were a brilliant and edgy way of teaching everyone a lesson. The other Supreme who sat with her remained neutral in their body language and facial expressions, none of them wanted to have the High King or the commoners to notice their true feelings. These powerful individuals would only show expression when Camille prompted them with a smile. A pity, she thought, that they could not enjoy themselves as much as she did.
Multiple minutes had passed by before Marcello left his seat and made his way to the podium. When the High King rose she and the other Supreme also stood, it was a sign of respect and following. Camille wrapped her coat close to her and beamed at the High King as he spoke. He was truly a man of great inspiration and power. She admired him more than she had admired anyone in her entire life. Camille let his words wash over her and within moments she was consumed. She closed her eyes and faintly listened to Marcello's voice drone on. His voice danced her head and she began to manipulate it in her mind and imagine herself as the High Queen. She would have the power to do what she wanted, be praised by all, and be Marcello’s wife. Then her life and her love would be secure. Being High Queen would mean that she would be the begin all and end all of Marcello, and there was nothing more in the world that she wanted.
When Camille opened her eyes she drew in a deep breath and saw that the girl in the tube was nearly finished. Valarie’s arms were over her head, pushing her body down to prevent from hitting the ceiling but also keeping herself afloat just enough so that her mouth and nose could receive air. Camille could see that Valarie was beginning to strain her neck in order to take one last breath before succumbing.
Marcello’s speech was over. The girl was storing water in her lungs now, but still thrashing about and causing a stir. Soon Valarie would be drifting into an eternal sleep. Camille grinned and she smacked her hands together enthusiastically, showing the utmost pride she had in her people and her leader. It was common knowledge that Camille was a huge supporter of the king, but their affair was underwraps. Remembering this she moved her gaze from Marcello to those around her and nodded in approval.