Amelia - Masochistic Matriarch

Queen Amelia was bored to ****, not that she would ever say such a thing out loud but being stuck for a day having her subjects come before her and petition her about things that she almost certainly had no control over was exhausting. The portly man in front of her was waxing on about how there wasn't enough rain or perhaps too much, she hadn't been paying enough attention to really tell, it's not like she could control the rain, really this seemed like it would be a far better question to pose to one of the agricultural magi, they had several in the castle so it felt strange that instead he was asking her about this. Amelia supposed this was her job though, doing her best and failing to stifle a yawn, she quickly snapped her fan out to hide her yawning from her subject, it wouldn't do to be looking bored while someone was petitioning her.

Off to her right, Yvonne, her loyal secretary shot her a disapproving glare over the top of her magitech tablet, the handsome blonde woman had her hair up in a stern bun and wore that ever-present look of disapproval on her face. Amelia took the chance to engage in her favorite past-time, teasing Yvonne, sticking out her tongue at the woman from behind her fan, making sure that only she could see it, in response the blonde woman only rolled her eyes, trying to get more of a response than that was like trying to draw blood from stone. In all honesty the only times that she had seen Yvonne react to anything was all of the times that her secretary had walked in on her while she was engaging in sexual activities, she always blushed bright red, doing her best to hide behind her tablet while telling the Queen she was late for a meeting or to "stop having sex with the visiting ambassador's husband".

Yvonne had only been her secretary for several years now but Amelia had made it her ongoing goal to try and get the woman to remove the giant stick that she had shoved up her ass, not to mention that Amelia had a lot of pleasurable items that it could be replaced with stored back in her chambers. So it was that Amelia day-dreamed about having her face buried between her secretary's ample ass-cheeks, Yvonne sitting on her and holding her down, having the Queen make up for all of the trouble that her proclivities caused for her. Amelia squirmed a little in her chair, she wasn't so brazen with her activities as to try and finger herself while still receiving petitioners for the day, despite what the rumors said, but she was definitely already planning grabbing one or maybe two of the loyal Queen's Guard after she was done with these petitioners and having them help "relieve" some of the Queen's stress.

"That's it for petitioners for the day, my Queen." Yvonne's harsh voice interrupted Amelia's pleasant daydreams, interspersed imaginations of being impaled by some of her Queen's guard or doing something equally inappropriate with her secretary. "It would help if you at least tried to seem like you cared..."

"Oh, Yvonne..." Amelia moaned in response, taking a mock dramatic pose, her fan raised up to her forehead in faux distress. "I do try, I find it so very difficult to concentrate with such a beautiful secretary at my side though. Perhaps there is something we could do to help improve my focus?"

"I've told you before Amelia," Yvonne looked at her tablet very intensely, swiping back and forth with one finger while refusing to meet her liege lady's eyes. "Relationships between the Queen and her secretary are inappropriate, besides, don't think you can try and change the subject, we were talking about paying attention."

Drat. Yvonne as always had seen right through her attempt, she thought by trying to embarrass the woman she could get away with it.

"If I must be serious, Yvonne." Amelia started, a shocking amount of sincerity in her voice. "It never made sense to me, why do they always come to me asking for things that they must know I can't fix? It feels like regardless of what I say or don't say that someone else will fix their problem for them, it all feels so pointless."

"My lady, if I may, I don't believe that the petitioners are here for your solutions but they're here for your attentions. They want their plights and problems to be recognized by the queen, not for you to actually solve them for them."

Amelia considered that, Yvonne was unnaturally insightful, and it felt like she was onto something here, it often didn't matter what she said but regardless of how helpful she felt she was being her petitioners would leave with a smile on their face, always thanking her for her time and her keen insight. If Amelia were willing to admit it, which she probably wasn't, at least not to Yvonne's face, then she was the best secretary that she'd ever had, she was an absolute wizard with organization, making sure that Amelia was always on time for her appointments, or reminding her of the names of some foreign dignitary or obscure noble that she had inevitably forgotten, really Amelia's job would have been far more difficult if it weren't for the young blonde, even if she didn't get up to any of the fun "extra-curricular" activities she had enjoyed with previous secretaries.

"My Queen, I'm afraid that we have something of a tight schedule today." Yvonne interrupted her line of thinking, stern voice wiping away all of the various lewd memories Amelia had shared with her predecessors. "There's a visiting ambassador and they require your attention quite immediately."