We Both Go Down Together || Beruthiel/Murazor AU
The women’s quarters were a hive of activity.
The visiting nobility of Angmar were due to arrive in An Karagmir today, according to their latest intelligence, and Ar-Imrazôr had demanded everything be perfect for their arrival…including his five wives and numerous children.
And so much of the day had been spent bathing and preparing themselves. They had rinsed in cool running water and scraped their skin with scented oils. They had chosen and discarded and re-chosen clothing in the finest silks and brightest shades, and they had dressed their hair in careful braids draped with small ornaments of silver and gold and gems. They had laughed, as much as they ever laughed, and they had fought like cats, and they had made up tearfully and painted their faces to hide the tear tracks.
The young princess known officially as Third Wife’s First Daughter had participated, but sullenly, seeing little point to this pomp; it was her father Ar-Imrazôr that these Angmar nobles were here to see, not the women. Why should she put on a show simply to make him look good? And so she wore simple black silk chased with silver, as was her wont, but she did let her mother Zamîn braid silver rings into her hair and she wore glossy blue-black crow feathers dangling from her ear-hoops.
A eunuch messenger came to the women’s quarters in the mid-afternoon to inform them that the Angmar party had been sighted on the approach to the city and the women ceased their giggling and filed silently from their wing and into the throne room to await these strangers from another part of the world.