As Chancellor of the Academy and leader of Norneau, it was Imogen's job to keep the city as harmonious as possible, even with the factions being what they were. It was a thankless role, one that accumulated more blame than kudos, and yet she felt it was her duty to her predecessor, Lumin, to keep things running.
Yet today, she felt a little outside herself as she read over her speech one last time. Her chief aide, Persephone, who also operated as her spymistress under the designation Prelate, stood outside the illucasting circle that surrounded Imogen and her desk. A solemn frown was heavy on the human woman's face, her angelic heritage showing through in a streak of black amidst the auburn of her dominant hair color.
