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Region: Barbaria
IC: The Empress Who Never Was
The next morning, Tyrana, Shaena, and Tya dressed in their finest clothes, embodying the opulence and regality expected of them. Tyrana, always meticulous, chose a sleek, white tailored suit with gold accents, reminiscent of the imperial style from her days in Hedra. The jacket bore subtle embroidery of the family’s former crest, and her wide-brimmed hat, adorned with black feathers, added a touch of flair. Her cane, with its gold handle in the shape of an eagle, glistened in the morning light.
Shaena, the image of youthful elegance, wore a fitted emerald green dress with intricate lace detailing at the sleeves and hem. She wore minimal jewelry that allowed her natural beauty to shine. She looked every inch the royal she had been born to be.
Tya, the younger and more rebellious of the two, opted for a bold red gown with a daring neckline, the fabric flowing around her as she moved. Her wavy hair was left loose, and she wore a statement gold necklace. Her look was a mix of fierce independence and regal sophistication, matching her fiery personality.
Together, the three women strode toward the private jet that awaited them. The aircraft still bore the old coat of arms from Tybolt’s reign, the crest proudly emblazoned on its side—a silent reminder of the imperial bloodline they represented. As they ascended the steps of the jet, they exchanged glances, each of them knowing the significance of the journey they were about to embark on.
Inside the jet, the luxury was understated but elegant—deep leather seats, dark wood accents, and gold fixtures. Tyrana took her seat with practiced grace, her daughters flanking her on either side.
“Well,” Tya began with a mischievous grin, “this should be fun. I’ve always wanted to see what it’s like to cause a scandal.”
Shaena chuckled softly. “Knowing you, Tya, you’ll do more than just cause a scandal. But remember, Mother’s always been the master of that.”
Tyrana smirked, leaning back in her seat. “Let them wonder what we’re up to. It’s better when they don’t see you coming.”
Shaena turned serious, her gaze focused on Tyrana. “Mother, are you sure about this? It’s been years. They might not welcome us.”
Tyrana waved her hand dismissively. “Welcome us? They should be grateful I’ve even decided to grace them with my presence again. Besides, Hedra has become a joke without me. Elvira and her brood can barely hold the empire together. I have no intention of playing nice.”
Tya leaned back, crossing her legs. “So, we’re going to shake things up?”
Tyrana raised her glass in a mock toast. “Exactly. It’s time they remember who we are.”
The jet soared through the sky, its occupants deep in conversation about the upcoming return. Hours later, as the plane touched down at the airport in Rikas, the former capital of Hedra, they were greeted by a chaotic scene. Reporters, photographers, and onlookers crowded the terminal, eager to catch a glimpse of the former Princess Imperial.
Tyrana smiled to herself as the doors opened. This was familiar ground. She had always thrived in the spotlight, even when it had been an uncomfortable one. Now, older but still commanding attention, she stepped out onto the runway, her daughters following in her wake.
As the press swarmed around them, cameras flashing and microphones thrust forward, Tyrana’s sharp gaze surveyed the crowd. A reporter shouted over the noise, “Princess Tyrana, how does it feel to be back in Hedra after all these years?”
Without missing a beat, Tyrana smiled that same sly smile she had always worn. “Back? I never left. Hedra will always be mine.”
Another reporter chimed in, “Are you here to reclaim your legacy, Your Highness?”
Tyrana, not losing her composure, tilted her head slightly and gave a playful wink. “Who’s to say I ever lost it?”
The cameras clicked furiously, capturing the perfect shot of the poised former princess, and the media swarmed her as she made her way through the crowd with her daughters. Each step she took, calculated and graceful, exuded the confidence of a woman who knew exactly what she was doing.
By the time they reached their waiting car, Tyrana turned one last time to the press and with a knowing smile, said, “I hope Hedra’s ready. It’s been far too long.”
Later that evening, the newspapers and television broadcasts buzzed with her arrival. Headlines plastered across every screen and paper read, “The Empress Who Never Was Returns,” and images of Tyrana, Shaena, and Tya dominated the media.
The daughter of Tybolt was back, and the empire of Hedra was about to be reminded of a name they had long tried to forget.
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