Kuyip (Foreward)

(Hey All! This is a work in progress, so please excuse the roughness of this. It's based upon the ideal society that's so perfect its completely revolting. WOOT! This is just the introduction, I have yet to begin the actual story line... alas.. soo lazy lol)

Gleaming scales of silver armor flashed before the dictator, a quivering face tilted up slowly to meet the impenetrable gaze; the messenger’s eyes were wide with fear and his hands shook in terror. Plain silk folds of his garb spilled from the sides of his chest plate, the red fabric seemed dulled from repetitive washing, his hair was slick with grease and his mouth hung open in blatant disrespect. Slowly her hand raised above her head, beautiful smooth fingers snapped, beckoning the terrified man closer.
He walked as though condemned on the blue carpet before him, footsteps were padded, and the emblems of the empire shone around him in a mocking laughter. Silver ropes and decorations adorned each post and the sides of a glittering throne. Perched almost casually sat the dictator of Kuyip, her long hair was drawn back gently with silver ties and a flowing gown draped down the front of her throne. Although she held the look of innocence, there was almost something almost ruthless about her gaze, which ran chills down the back of the young man before her. This was not the look of a human, nor a god; this was the look of unadulterated power.