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The great and mighty house Shayla is angry, throwing themselves wildly into politics this Tyrn as the other houses consolidate their bountiful gains. Their noise making is ignored by the empress and spurned by the high priestess, but eventually enough of the critical gears of governance are spurred into motion that they can be ignored no longer and they get their way.
Ariaios for her part could not care less, she is loved. Loved! The people love her, at last, they think she is great, they are so correct! The ladies of Loric are loose, marriage rates are down, the festival is still in full swing, and she is finally popular!
Her influence must truly have taken this city, a beacon of wanton behaviour to spit in Aios face for all time. Over the Tyrns course Ariaios vanishes in the crowds, escaping her royal entourage on many occasions, needing to be dragged out of seedy bars and random houses more times than anyone bothers to count.
Her never ending festival continues to not end, the excess of Ariarra raging onwards until dawn, until dusk and dawn again for a thousand days and nights, enjoying the fruits of her success.
The improvement in the empresses mood is seen as a very good thing by everyone, her most aggressive and predatory behaviours temporarily curtailed in the face of her newfound popularity. She spends her time continuing to spread the festivity of Ariarra, designing new fashions, dancing before crowds and generally staying completely out of the way of court affairs.
Late one night as the Turn draws to a close, she wanders well out of her way. The sounds of lust prick her ears, familiar, she follows them down the hall, and into the bedroom of the high priestess. There, through a crack in the doorframe, that man she remembers, father of her children, cheating on her with her second in command, her beloved is in bed with another woman. She doesn’t mind it. She tells herself she doesn’t care, why should she? Everything is alright. Everything is fine. She is in control of her own mind.
She retires to bed, where everything is fine. She breastfeeds her youngest who cannot sleep, and everything is fine, sitting there listening to the bumps in the night.
Action 1: Construct the Imperial Orphanage/Academy “Dunyasal”
The Samya students demand young, supple, pale flesh to toy with, oh, their desires are after Ariaios own heart. She will ensure they are met, but how to make their dreams come true? Her followers are lovely enough, but she does not feel like surrendering them, other temple girls are beyond her reach to trade and kidnapping commoners is, needless to say, unwise.
She stumbles upon an idea, a genius one, when she hears of complaints of pregnancies within her cult forcing her priestesses into mothering roles so young when they should be out there, having fun!
An orphanage!
