Amaya stood behind Akihime, off to the side waiting hand and foot on Akihime’s every need, just like she had been doing everyday since she was ten years old. While Akihime was adorned in beautiful silks and jewels, Amaya wore a simple military uniform, a thick metal collar around her neck, showing both her status as an Enforcer, and a Deviant. She stood at attention with her hands clasped behind her back, the same blank expression on her face as she listened to the meeting Akihime attended with the rest of the council.