Natzevedzh
On this day, the last of Descending Air, celebration of Natzevedzh will commence.
Emissaries of the Burano, the Ophris and the Akatha, the Pure Way, the Court of the Crimson-Tailed Banner, Court of Fecundity will be received, there I will extend forgiveness to them, and in return, they will go out into the people, and extend forgiveness to all.
"I have committed this speech, and I can barely force myself to speak the words." She berated herself for feeling this way, but she despised weakness, and forgiveness unearned was just that, or so she had held for the longest time.
Her mentor, Akatha Riana would have chided her, playfully, reminding her that this ceremony was not for her, nor for her feelings, but to keep the Empire of Prasad unified, and mostly united in purpose, to lessen the infighting common in faction-led societies. And to prevent any large enemies the easy target of ambitious factions feeling slighted. "I miss you Riri." She admitted to herself. "I am surrounded by enemies, and only around you have I ever felt surrounded by friends." But a Rani-Satrap, an empress in all but name, could ill afford weakness, forgiveness might be one form, but cronyism was certainly another.
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