I saw a challenge on Tumblr, to draw one OC every day in October. Since I am a writer, I will be writing a 400-600 word scene for one OC each day in October. Here is the Character for October 1st...
Character: Amelia, the Witch-Queen of Volfa
Setting: Sanguine
484 words
“Your Witchly-ness?”
Amelia’s page stood before the throne, which had since become a desk of sorts with a tablet set up on the left arm rest, where stacks of historical and soul-spell tomes piled up past her seated height. And parchments and bound sheafs were organized on the table too, in neat piles, clustered around these piled books. “Yes?” Amelia asked.
Her page bowed stiffly, and only by a few degrees. He was a short boy, perhaps from the south, where the Surzians crossed freely and mixed their blood with the Kelvi. “Your Highness,” he said. “Another missive from Cornelia, this time in a voice-stone.”
“I’ll hear it,” Amelia said, extending one hand to accept it, palm open and up.
The page stepped up to her throne, bowed again, and dropped the heavy, opalesque stone in Amelia’s palm before stepping backward. Amelia closed her eyes, to cut through the initial haze as the stone organized its recorded sounds. And then Cornelia’s contralto tone filled the room, rich and commanding.
“Amelia,” Cornelia said. “How goes the occupation? I trust things are in order? I believe the Kelvish in your lands have submitted more or less, if your past reports were accurate.”
Amelia held her tongue, the temptation to reply always there. Cornelia’s insistence on calling Amelia’s sovereignty an occupation cut deep.
“I propose a new imperative,” Cornelia said. “I have a host heading for the new Kelvish state, Vendra, along the northern coast. We intend a swift victory. And your territories would make for a swift passage, and a safe passage.”
She wants to make her power known. Amelia thought bitterly. To have her own soldiers walking along my streets. A threat? A reminder of whom we--I--used to swear fealty to?
“Once our incursion in Vendra has ended,” Cornelia said. “We will return once again through your territory. At this time, you will offer supplies and medical assistance to our hard-bitten troops. We will repay you with protection, should Volfe find itself threatened by Lune or, I forbid, Surzia. I will end this message here, but my envoy will have brought a more detailed assessment of our passage, which roads we intend to take--”
So she has scouted my lands already? With spies, if I did not know of them.
“--and where we will set up camps, when we need them.” Cornelia paused. “You will find my army has grown since the Kelvish wars, even with the defectors that joined you. No ill will is intended by this statement. But respect us--you will find there is much to respect--and we will respect you.”
Amelia set the stone on the table beside her, and looked toward her page. “I will prepare a written response,” Amelia said, reaching for a sheaf of unmarked parchment. “First, I shall outline the ways in which I find Cornelia’s requests reasonable, and the ways in which I must regretfully deny them.”