#khagaan02

                    her lips are painted, a deep bleeding red that draws attention to the pink of her mouth. war make up, she’s in it constantly these days, from her hair line to exposed décolletage. if it’s true some part of him is still prey to mortal hungers, she’ll use what she can take. padmé pauses, playing her fingers against her sides. she isn't taken as seriously as she should be by some. the trade federation, what remains of its influence in naboo with her constant antagonism, is no friend of hers. but she's queen, she's a representative in the confederacy's system of government. the avenues to take hold of POWER have rapidly closed. there is very little room for advancement without an army that she can not finance, or friends she does not have.          “i have a proposition for you,”         her tone is measured but there’s still a touch of amusement behind it, suggestion, curiosity. she wants something and knows it’s obvious.     ( the amusement because there are those that will be very angry with her, and PART of her remains a tempest. )