Boredom. It was the feeling that plagued Amara at the moment. If there was one thing that truly displeased her, it was boredom. Of all the emotions, boredom was decidedly the most detestable. She would rather experience intense anger or pain than this empty feeling that her time was simply wasting away. Unable to sleep, Amara had risen before the sun, and proceeded to wander aimlessly through her chambers. The day was only just beginning, and yet Amara felt entirely done with it. There were no plans made, no events occurring, and a general lack of things to keep her occupied. She glanced around the room, wondering if perhaps some object might catch her eye, or at least give her an idea of what she could use to distract herself. It was still somewhat dark, the dim lighting promising that the morning would soon be arriving in truth. Her eyes flicked to her bed. Perhaps she should just go back to sleep. It would at least take up some of her time. However, she felt too awake and knew that sleep would not come to her at all. That had, after all, been the reason she had risen so early in the first place.
With a sigh, she carelessly selected one of the many volumes that filled her bookshelves and moved to sit down at her writing desk. Amara glanced at the title embossed in gold on the dark leather binding. It was a book detailing the history of necromancy, a work she had read many times in the past. She pushed it away. She pulled another to her, and opened it to a random page, determined to get through at least some of it. She made it through about ten pages before completely giving up on the whole endeavor. Though she greatly enjoyed reading, it did not seem to be the activity she was craving on this day. She turned her head to gaze out the window listlessly. It appeared that the sun was finally beginning to rise. She considered calling a servant to bring her some food, but decided against it. She did not feel like eating at the moment anyway.
Amara rose and moved to change her clothing. Pulling off the simple dress she had put on after waking up, she instead chose a pair of close fitting, black pants as well as a loose, dark green shirt. She adjusted the daggers at her hips before throwing on a dark cloak. She could not stand to stay in her rooms any longer. She would be able to find something to amuse her if she only looked. There was never a shortage of intriguing happenings around. Hopefully, as early as it was, she would be able to go about on her own. Solitude was Amara’s preferred state. Sane people would still be sleeping, would they not?