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⌞ Alia El'Amin ⌝

The Matron Amin

The Matron Amin, or Alia to her family and closest friends, is what you could call an imposing woman. While tall, it's not her height alone that enforces such an impression. It's the confidence of someone who was raised to be a ruthless, pragmatic leader of her family- and succeeded at that tremendously. Every business deal and contract signed was for her family, was for a greater good than just herself. The Matron Amin has a legacy to live up to and a literal mansion to fill with life, emotions take a back seat in her life by force of necessity. It's for that reason she might be described as being intense, or focused- to put it politely.

However, despite this it's not all pragmatism and cold calculation with Alia. After a few decades of efficient mercantilism and relative isolation she decided to do something out of character for herself. Something she had not been taught to be. She adopted a particularly keen street child who had caught her attention while on business in Thavnair. What began as an appreciation for the daring of a child turned into a maternal affection given some time. So it was that she had softened up a little and developed a fondness for certain kinds of people by the time she met the displaced refugee who would become her wife.

So it is that she is divided in a sense. The callously efficient leader of a merchant house in one hand. A stern but loving mother, wife and friend in the other. She will surely eventually find a balance in her life. But the pure force of how stubborn she is may make that take longer than it rightfully needs to.

a little gift for the lovely @Rainynie of their dragonborn!Olive because they're an absolute sweetheart with a cutie for a character <3 <3

The glittering lights of Hightown were resplendent that night, as they were every night in truth. Sunlight was treasured as a commodity, a privilege that few possessed besides the most elite among them, but once that light began to ebb- the moment it stopped being that shining light they could monopolize and lord over the poor, then it was useless. Then they returned to those shimmering hues and colours, more refined and classy than the worlds below them, but just as artificial and cold.

It was at that time that she came to visit Etienne, the political sweetheart wouldn't go visiting a side door of course, nor would she accept a servant answering her call. So it put them in a position of sorts. She would call on him and he would answer, taking his time and ensuring things were just right. That nobody of any import could witness their interactions. Of course, that meant work for him and a wait for her, something neither of them enjoyed.

"Not even a smile for me? You really are a heartless devil, aren't you?" She snidely snipped at him as the door finally opened, his expression predictably annoyed with it all.

A sigh and his eyes being directed slightly up and to the side before regarding her. "Get in already. You came here for a reason, I'm sure."

So it was that she walked inside and they shared an embrace, not something sweet or loving. Though at times they did share such things. There was only a spiteful possession here. A kiss laced with venom as much as desire. The bite then served to demonstrate that fact in an almost literal sense.