Side One Hundred And Thirty-Eight – Princess Eleanor Elizabeth Diana Windsor

Side One Hundred And Thirty-Eight – Princess Eleanor Elizabeth Diana Windsor

After parting from that man, Eleanor continued to do her own duty, making sure to greet and talk to the other Chosen who supported Britain, as well as supporters from the political and business world who were making great contributions to their progress. Fortunately, Mary Stuart had left after talking to a few other people, though she spotted Max Power talking to Mary-Jane, Aditi and Sarah about something. I don’t see David, perhaps he’s left? He must be embarrassed about getting beaten...

That had surprised Eleanor. David was rather rude and arrogant, but his skills were true. Wielding his mace and the blessing of Caturix, David could stand against the hordes of terrible creatures that thronged the London of Avalon, and in terms of the number of enemies killed, David was head and shoulders above everyone else. Of course, without Mary-Jane, David would have been killed three or four times over before now.

As she watched the other Gods’ Chosen, a small thorn of doubt started creeping into her heart. Looking around, for a moment it was almost as though she could see the faces of those around her twisting into blank masks with vicious, mocking grins. Her vision went dark for a moment, but blinking rapidly the illusion vanished. I’m... just tired and stressed. It’s been a trying day. As people talked to her cheerfully, she swapped tales of their successes and failures, but couldn’t help but wonder just how far their loyalty went. No, even if they did betray me... poisoned daggers, my death? I can’t believe anyone would do that, stoop so low.

Looking around, she spotted Akio, talking to the Prime Minister and a few other people. She couldn’t see the girls with him, and a few minutes later she spotted Raidre, who was still looking pale and depressed. On seeing him she scurried over. “Raidre, have you seen the girls that were accompanying Akio?”

He nodded, letting out a long sigh, his handsome features twisted. “Yes, I have.” He said. “They left along with most of his delegation, accompanied by that damnable, uncanny maid.”

Yes, there’s something off about her. She scares me a little. “Is she so frightening? In a battle, surely you could handle her? I’ve seen your skills when you become a seal, you are powerful indeed.”

He shrugged. “I would not wish to wager my life on it. She looks fragile, but I can feel power radiating from her. Perhaps in pure might I would be her match, but she strikes me as having a darker strength hidden within.” His intuition seemed to be telling him so, and despite their relatively short acquaintance, Raidre had been a good ally for her, and she trusted him. Now I am distrusting everyone. This feels awful. It is his fault. Most annoying...

“So, do you feel that they misled us as to their providence?” she queried, and Raidre denied that.

“No, by the salt and the smoke, I think they speak true. Too much of what they speak of matches what I had heard, and I have spent this afternoon in deeper thought than the depths of the Thames. I do now hear mention that there was some trouble with that weasel princess and her maids, betrayal or some such, and that she has a new, terrifying maid who is neither of the Fae nor the Unseelie. What chance there is another such as her about?”

“In that case, do you think we can trust them?” she asked, and he looked at her curiously.

“What is this, Princess? You trust easily enough normally. Surely you are not still sore over his women?”

“No, as grandmother says, I have to let that go.” Well, perhaps I am still a little agitated, I admit. But I can’t dwell on it. They genuinely believe in what they are doing, and I have offered my aid, I need to let this be the end of it, difficult though that is. “But even so, with the Americans and their crimes...” her gaze strayed to the scientist Christina Bakker, who was quite tipsy from all the alcohol around, her face flushed as she talked loudly and obnoxiously to her towering guard. “... it’s hard for me to trust someone bearing such a message.”

“What message?” Raidre asked, puzzled, and Eleanor was about to open her mouth, when she suddenly paused. Perhaps... taking precautions is wise.

“Oh, just something hard to hear. It didn’t help me trust him, nor has the company he keeps. But... grandmother was impressed, and to be honest, he does have a way about him.” Sometimes it is like it is hard to look away, and his words sink into my ears, and rattle around my brain, harder to ignore. Perhaps it simply annoys me fiercely that he makes some sense. “And he is right. He has asked for little in return for his counsel.”

“If he is consort to that little weasel, then he would be a good ally for stormy seas and foggy nights.” Raidre mused. “Her father is Prince Shaetanao, one of the surviving Seelie Princes. His influence was waning, but he is on the ascendant now, thanks to his daughter reclaiming the Spring.”

“I see. And just what is the Spring?” Eleanor asked, curious.

“A sacred site of water, long lost to the Seelie Court. It was honestly said to be irrecoverable. You would have a better chance of surviving being lost at sea in the midst of the fiercest storm, than surviving more than a moment without dying from the foul corruption of the Unseelie.”

“So, they must be powerful then?” Eleanor asked, and Raidre nodded.

“It seems so. Though considering the rumours of the weasel princess being a worthless, arrogant brat, I doubt it was her strength that won the day.”

“So if not her, then Akio?” He did beat David. What do I know about him? He’s able to outfight David, and has a similar skill. In addition, he is supposedly a healer, and somehow has allowed ordinary girls to enter Avalon. Reckless and foolhardy! I should give him a piece of my mind! In addition, he has the ability to share thoughts and emotions with those he loves, and use wind element quite proficiently. Yes, it is easier to use elements here than external abilities granted to Gods’ Chosen, but the speed, precision and duration... he has some skill.

“He feels like a Noble Fae. No, like royalty.” Raidre snorted. “Can’t you feel his League?”

“League?” Eleanor asked, puzzled by the term.

“The strength of his existence.” The Fae snorted bitterly. “He’s keeping it hidden so as to not draw attention, but in moments where he is angry or distracted it leaks out. Now League isn’t the same as strength, some of those with strong, deep existences are nothing special in terms of might, but ordinarily League can grow as one strengthens themselves. Yours is starting to gradually increase, Princess.”

“So, you’re saying he’s developed himself that much?”

“It seems so. He’s got the charm of a Fae too. Best you not be ensnared by him too.”

“That will never happen.” Eleanor said flatly. “I think I’m too old for his tastes.”

“So cold you are, Princess.” Raidre snorted. “But we were talking about his strength. I dare say I am not his match, even were I to berserk in my seal form.”

“I see. Well, thank you for your candour. That helps me put some pieces of the puzzle together.” He’s strong then. If Raidre isn’t his match, I’d have no hope of besting him in a battle. I doubt he could defeat me in the armour of the Green Knight, with my regeneration, but I would surely not be able to strike him down myself... so he likely has little to gain by lying.

“Damn him, now he has me second-guessing everything.” She swore.

“Princess?” Raidre said, concerned, and she flushed, waving her hand to dismiss her outburst.

“It’s nothing. I’m merely trying to chart the best course. The presence of that woman...” she looked at Christina Bakker. “... and the usual veiled threats from our ever-annoying Mary Stuart are playing on my mind. Speaking of...” It would soon be time to confront their American guest.

“I see. Well, try not to let it rile you up. On stormy seas, the first to die are those who lose their heads.”

“I’ll bear that in mind, Raidre. Thank you for your perspective.” When Max Power leaves the others alone, I’ll seek them out. I could use some calming conversation...

********

“Well, are we ready?” The Prime Minister asked. Eleanor was in a rather stately conference room within the Palace, sitting beside her grandmother, who was now wearing regal robes and a small diadem, looking every inch the monarch. Gerard Hunter, the Foreign Secretary was there as well, and they had two aides sitting in as well. Though of course Akio is here too. She looked over, seeing him sitting with Shige Fujiwara, representing Japan and their support.

I am lucky I had time to talk to Aditi and the others, to calm down. It had been harmless enough gossip, though Sarah had greatly enjoyed recounting the way that David had lost, and apparently it was an astonishing eight rounds to one. The speed and fighting skills Akio had displayed gave credence to Raidre’s earlier theories that it was he who had likely recaptured the Spring for this weasel princess. She found her gaze going to him, and he looked over, grinning, making her look away, face red with annoyance. Damn it. Now he thinks I am paying him attention, which I most certainly am not!

Taking a deep breath she calmed herself. This is no time to be distracted. I am the face of Britain, the Green Knight, chosen by the Green Man. I never asked for this, but over the months I have stained my hands with the blood of the foul creatures that haunt our Avalon, suffered many wounds and setbacks... I will not back down now, let America get away with mistreating and stealing our good citizens! “Prime Minister, if you would.” She said calmly, and the blonde man grinned cheerfully, ignoring the atmosphere so thick it could be cut with a knife. One of the aides opened the door, and Christina strolled in, trailed by her guard, Titan.

“Well, do excuse me...” she said, pulling out a chair, slightly unsteady still. “... I probably shouldn’t have had that last glass of wine. But it was so good. I’m normally too busy for leisure, but this time...well, it’s all work, right?” She grinned, her lab coat and dress combination wildly out of place. Titan stood beside her, glowering at everyone, though his expression faltered a little as he saw Akio. Christina spotted him too, and waved cheerfully. “Oh, isn’t this a surprise? I was supposed to be heading to Japan at some point, but it’s certainly more practical to do both meetings at once. Don’t suppose you can speak for Japan?”

“He can speak for the Chosen. I speak for Japan politically.” Shige Fujiwara said coldly, and Christina laughed.

“Oh, so scary. I normally leave dealing with angry old men to Adam. Speaking of...” She reached into her lab coat and Eleanor tensed, only to relax as she brought out a fancy-looking tablet. She tapped in a passcode and set it up. “It’ll take a little while to connect, so why don’t we have a little talk? I’m curious.” Her smile was somehow perverted, and it made Eleanor feel uncomfortable.

“About what?” The Prime Minister said. “I think you’re forgetting why you are here, Miss Bakker.”

“Oh please. Christina, or even Chris will do. I sometimes answer to ‘hey, crazy bitch’ or ‘you idiot’ but names are so much nicer.” She laughed. “I’m here as I’m an important enough member of Project Star Mirror to show we are taking this seriously, but I’m also expendable enough to be bad as a hostage.” She grinned. “Though if you try, Titan will have something to say about that. Though two versus one... how’d you feel, big guy?”

“Not that confident miss.” He said, and Christina smiled broadly.

“There you have it, he’ll... wait, not confident?” she looked at him blankly.

“Yeah, I’ve been thinking about it, and...” he looked at Akio doubtfully. “You be holding out on me, right?”

“Well, keeping low-key is something I’ve learned to do.” Akio admitted. “But Miss Bakker...”

“Don’t call me that, I said it’s too stuffy.” She complained.

“Fine. Christina. Even if Titan was able to defeat us, do you think that would matter? The Palace is crawling with Chosen.”

“True. Well, I guess he’s here more to keep an eye on me than anything else. I do tend to get wrapped up in my work. Speaking of... word’s going around that you’re not a Physical type leaning into strength. You have me regretting that Adam’s goons blew it. You’d have been a fascinating subject. Those that are tough and those that can heal are the best.”

Eleanor shivered at that. I don’t even want to imagine what I’d go through under their care, once they realised what my gift was. I’m even more angry now. Glancing at her grandmother she could see the quiet rage in her eyes, masked by her professional demeanour.

“If you want to experiment so badly, do it on yourself.” Akio snapped.

“I said I would if I could, I’d give anything to be able to, but I wasn’t lucky.” She retorted, and then the tablet connected. “Oh, Adam’s here. Hey boss, you good?”

The powerfully built man with sandy hair and hazel eyes let out a long sigh. “Christina, you’ve learned nothing from this I see. If I didn’t send you away for a while, Christopher would have had you disappear permanently.”

“Oh, Chris is such a shallow thinker. I didn’t do anything bad to his son and daughter. I was just giving them some advice...”

“Enough. I apologise.” He said, his voice strong and commanding respect. “I see we have some unexpected guests.” He addressed the Japanese delegation. “You... either Shige Fujiwara or Kira Ichijou, I presume.”

“The first.” Shige declared coldly.

“I see. Well, it’s an honour to address such an august light of one of our staunchest allies.” He said without a trace of shame. “And then... Akio Moonstone Oshiro. I wish we could have met under... better... circumstances.”

“I think what you would consider better I’d have to give a hard pass.” Akio snorted, and Eleanor inwardly cheered him. “I’m not averse to some experimentation, knowledge is power, after all. But I wouldn’t ask anyone to do what I wouldn’t do to myself.”

“Lucky!” Christina said enviously, but everyone ignored her.

“Yes, rumours have reached us about miraculous healings coming from Japan. Even though you’ve changed a lot of your mobile infrastructure so we can’t use phone intercepts so easily, and changed up your encryptions on the internet, we still have ears everywhere. After all, aren’t most of the spy satellites in orbit ours? Well, and the Chinese. Really, should you be wasting time with recriminations, considering what’s going on there? Well, I expect you don’t know what we do.”

“Actually, we know more than you think.” Akio shook his head. “But I’m taking up too much of your time. I’m here simply to lend support to the British contingent here. So, time to start your apologies.”

He’s almost likeable right now. Seeing him shut down the American behind the suffering of our citizens pleases me.

“Apologies? On what grounds?” Adam frowned. “You are rather biased, Akio. Likewise you, Princess Eleanor. Those of you who carry this dangerous gift are hardly objective. Don’t misunderstand us. We bear no malice for you, you had no choice in the matter. But the dangers you present are too grave to be left to chance.”

Eleanor was flabbergasted by his arrogance. “Is this America’s stance?” she demanded, and Adam scoffed.

“America’s stance? Right now we barely have a stance on anything. Unless you like inflammatory rhetoric. We have plenty of that. I’ll be glad when it’s election time. No, we have no stance, only the truth. You... Gods’ Chosen... such an aggrandising name. I’m hardly religious, but that’s blasphemy, no? Well, you Chosen are akin to volatile nuclear weapons, ready to go off at a moment’s notice. Obviously no right-thinking nation can allow that to persist.”

“If I may.” Mr Hunter spoke up. “That may mean you can arrest your own citizens, but foreign nationals such as the British and Japanese you kidnapped would be outside your jurisdiction.”

“Just as terrorists were during the War on Terror? Strange... I have the files here.” He smiled, but there was no humour in it, and Christina giggled at his intensity. “Yes, extraordinary rendition. Our British friends in MI5 and MI6 had no issue helping us under the aegis of the greater good, and preventing terrorist attacks. And what could these terrorists do? Blow up a bus? Shoot up a school? What could you do, Akio? We hardly have a good grasp on your abilities, but considering you took down a squad of our most elite deep cover agents, and several rather famous mercenaries we privately contracted for the capture, if you wanted, couldn’t you do far worse?”

Eleanor looked at Akio then, searching his face as his expression changed. Those words seem to have struck a chord with him.

“I’m not stupid. I’ve seen what a Chosen can do with their gift, in Kyoto.” He said coldly.

“Yes, a thousand dead. One person, killing a third as many who died during the nine-eleven attacks. It could have been more, no? But I understand that the attackers were fortunately killed.” The Director retorted, his expression on the screen knowing.

“True. But that argument is specious.” The Prime Minister jumped in. “We can’t simply arrest people for what they might do, simply for existing. As you said, they had no choice.”

“Mr White.” The Queen spoke, surprising Eleanor, who watched her with rapt fascination. “We find it hard to believe that the Americans, with all your resources, even if the administration is paralysed currently, is not aware that the Gods’ Chosen did not arise by mere chance. If we do nothing, the world will be overtaken by chaos and will surely fall, America as well.”

“So some of them say.” Adam said. “I can’t rule it out, of course. We lack sufficient data. But can you offer incontrovertible proof that we need them? Even if we set aside the dangers of their powers, which are beyond imagination... imagine it. Economic devastation, political upheaval, death and destruction on a global scale. Imagine someone who could duplicate currency or turn base materials into precious metals. Someone who can effortlessly control minds. A bioterrorist that can make plagues. Humanity would be set back decades, that’s if we even survive.”

I don’t know... can we be that strong? Eleanor could certainly prove a troublesome opponent with her incredible healing, and she could even regrow lost limbs given time, but against the might of a nation’s military she would be helpless. David and the others as well. But the accusation seemed to resonate with Akio, who looked a touch stricken, and she once more had to wonder how strong he was.

“We also have creatures from myth able to walk among us. The day could well dawn when humanity is no longer dominant. Can we allow that? These powers don’t belong to those of you who wield them. They come from the immaterial. Many of them call it the Astral, or the Boundary, but I prefer... the Warp.” He was talking passionately now, quite unlike anything they had expected. Eleanor had thought there would be excuses, offers of compensation, not this... sheer self-assurance that his actions were correct.

“It’s an invasion by proxy, you’re all trojan horses. Your power will open the door to those who gave it to you, and they will burst free, like vengeful daemons. But...” his gaze was impassive. “... as you say, your Majesty, we can hardly discount the need. Though all our testing has shown that with enough firepower even these Chosen fall easily enough. I believe in science, and the military. If any otherworldly foe invades, the US army will still triumph. But I make the hard, bloody choices that others are too afraid to do. Just like Britain did when it aided us with our renditions in the War on Terror. These Chosen can’t be left to run free. Power has to be directed, and even if they are the gateway to a new threat, if we manage it properly, if we leash these dangers, bind them, we can prevent the worst.”

“You want me to spy? They may call me a crazy, mad scientist bitch, but believe it or not, I am a patriot.” She said, a little offended.

“I fail to see the problem. Didn’t we all agree nothing happened after this deal is done? We get our people back, and while I am sure we are going to be very angry about how they were treated by you and yours, they’re alive. And I think I can help them.” He turned and addressed the Queen and Prime Minister. “I have a vassal who has mental healing abilities. It really helped some of the victims of the first Kyoto incident.”

First Kyoto incident? Oh yes, the terrorist death cult, but Henry says that was just a front and likely the Chinese as well, probing. A number of young people died...

“I would be happy to take charge of the British returnees until they are in a stable condition, as a token of friendship?”

“We can talk about that.” The Queen agreed. “We do not care for the idea of letting our citizens languish away from home for any longer than we must, but if they can be helped, we are not too proud to ask for support.”

“So...?” Christina asked, and Akio shook his head.

“Sorry, got off topic there. As I said, once the deal is done, we have no further conflicts, right? We can’t afford them. China is dangerously gathering Chosen and turning them to state tools, and I doubt their ambitions will stop at Japan.”

“True.” She admitted. “But even so, you are asking me to spy, basically...”

“For your allies. And if you thought that it was justifiable doing extraordinary rendition on your allies, then this should be no different. Besides...” he leaned in close, his voice a sultry whisper, and she flushed, her chest heaving. “... this is what you dreamed of. You can run experiments that were forever beyond your reach.”

She gulped, throat working, and her face was red. “I do want to probe the mysteries of what they call the Astral. All the mysteries...”

“It’s a miraculous place.” He continued, and Eleanor found herself reddening too. Is this how he seduced those young girls? How... how indecent!

“What sort of information... I can’t jeopardise our National Security...”

“Of course you can’t. Nor would I ask you to. But you are lead researcher on Project Star Mirror, didn’t you say? Knowledge is power. Perhaps I can even share a little, if you please me...”

“All... all right.” She nodded, like a mouse before a snake. “Just... just a little. Adam’s no fool though, he’ll know something is up.”

“Perhaps, but what will he do? Because you’ll have a pipeline to me, which he’ll want to exploit, if he’s as ruthless as he seems.”

“What do I need to do?” Her eyes glittered eagerly, only to dim as Akio struck the back of her neck gently, before she slumped unconscious in his arms.

“I don’t want her to see what I’m doing here. And now... it’s time for our own agreements.” Akio put Christina flat on her back on a desk, pulling the hem of her dress down as it rode up. “Fujiwara-san, if you would.”

“We wish to be closer allies. China and other powers threaten everyone equally, as we have seen. Firstly, a non-aggression and mutual defence pact, that allows Chosen to be deployed to aid against invading enemy Chosen. As Kyoto showed, Chosen are required to combat Chosen, and both our countries have a modest population in comparison to China.” He then asked for closer ties in terms of espionage, the military, economy and more.

“That is not something we can agree on easily.” Mr Hunter said. “Information sharing and economic cooperation, fine, and we do want that free trade deal. But we’ll have to put it before Parliament, which is difficult as we can’t discuss our real intentions as the public is in the dark...”

As they hashed out cooperation Akio had done something to the sleeping woman. Eleanor could feel the prickle of aether, and she stirred, moaning painfully. A few minutes later he sighed. “All done. I’ve just drilled a basic seven chakra network though. No way I’m generous enough to go any further. It should prove to that Director that power can be learned if one has the will and the knowledge. Now when she wakes up we just have to mislead her about how this was achieved. And I suppose warn her about the dangers of the Boundary. It wouldn’t do to have her kill herself doing something stupid before she ever gets back to America.”

“Learned?” The Queen asked. “We do not quite understand.”

“Here’s the thing. I believe the visions the Diviner had.” He said earnestly. “And I don’t want your granddaughter here to die. I have to admit, I find the way she’s been dismissive of the way we live our lives has hurt. But I’m not self-centred enough not to understand people have different views. Even now she thought I was some sort of predator, going to extort our diplomatic guest for sex here in front of you all. Damn, it really wounds my pride.” He smiled sadly, and Eleanor felt rather bad. But... well, Christina misunderstood as well, it isn’t just my fault!

“You must forgive my granddaughter. We are sorry, but she is rather sheltered. Unlike Richard and Henry, she has mostly kept out of the spotlight. Being a female Royal is hard and thankless work, though we do not wish you to feel we are complaining. There are privileges too.”

“I can speak for myself, grandmother.” Fine. “I get that you’re not a bad person. Motoko and Natsumi, they do adore you, and you them. I’m not blind to that. And you helped us get concessions from the USA, which you didn’t have to. But... you must see how it looks from the outside. It won’t be just me who doesn’t care for your private life!” Eleanor was shaking, her vision going dim for a moment as her brain worked. “Look, it was horrible. Uncle was caught up in that scandal, and everyone was saying terrible things about our whole family. It’s not fair. I... do you think I don’t read the tabloids?”

“The situation here is quite different. All parties involved are in love, and have the blessing of their families. In fact, you could say it is a very Royal arrangement.” Shige said, his expression kind, which just made Eleanor feel worse, bile rising in her stomach.

“Yes, in my head I can see that. But... it doesn’t seem right.”

“I know.” Akio said. “I know. Trust me. Nobody has agonised over this more than me. But that’s why we all honestly share our worries, talk and support each other. We chose this path, and as long as we are happy, I don’t care what others think even if I’d like you to understand and be supportive more than anyone, Princess.”

Huh? “Me? Why?”

“Because we’ll be working together for a long time. You might not believe the Diviner’s words, but I do. So we have to have a good working relationship. Better yet, a friendly one. To that end... Fujiwara-san, are you ready?”

“Kira and Itsuki will have no excuses now.” He said, and Eleanor looked puzzled.

“Yeah. Well, Tsumura-san managed fine didn’t he? I won’t say there’s no risk for older people, but with Ether Healing having Ranked up, I’m confident even if the shock gives you a heart attack or stroke I can fix it.”

Eleanor was confused by the terms used, but she gathered it was something to do with Avalon. Aether flared and she could feel ripples in the traces of ether around her, before Fujiwara-san groaned, turning deathly white. For a number of minutes they all watched in silence, unsure of what was going on.

“Yeah, it hurts. I think the older you are the more it does.” Akio sympathised with the twitching elderly man. “But you’ll feel better soon.” Eleanor noticed Akio’s eye was glowing a shimmering amber. “And... done.” He grinned.

“That was... an experience I do not... care to repeat. And now I itch abominably, like insects in my skin.” Shige Fujiwara wheezed. “But I confess, many of the constant aches and pains I have lived with for many years have now been replaced by new ones.”

“Yeah I gave you the full tune-up. Miyu was worried about you, you know. She doesn’t want you to die. I think with the fixes I’ve done to clogged veins, arteries, your worn-down joints and your weakening kidneys, plus the stat boost overall, you’ll be around a few more years yet.”

“How... comforting.” He said, stretching gingerly, amazed at the freedom of movement as he rolled his arms. “I suppose this was inevitable. Japan cannot face uncertainly caused by one of us dying in these troubled times. So, how much should I compensate you?”

“For Miyu’s beloved grandfather, you get the family discount. Free of course. Besides...” Akio glanced over slyly at Eleanor and the rest of the British delegation. “... it’s advertising.”

“Just what did you do?” Eleanor asked. “That was some sort of ability. Just what God do you serve?”

“I don’t serve any. I’m grateful to Tyr and Tsukuyomi, I guess?” he said, and Eleanor was shocked. Two? Is that why he has such abilities? Is that even possible? Tyr is a Norse god of battle, I remember it from my classics study at University. That might explain his strength, but...

“Look.” He continued. “Just like I did with Christina...” he nudged the sleeping woman, who muttered something incomprehensible, drooled and rolled over on the desk. “... I performed Chirurgery. It opens up the ability to access the Boundary, what you’ve been calling Avalon, I believe. In addition, it pulls in aether, making one stronger, faster, smarter... it’s nothing compared to a Chosen like us, Princess, but it makes a big difference to an ordinary person.”

“So that was what you meant when you talked to Mr White regarding what he wished for. We are impressed.” The Queen said, shrewdly.

“Yes, though what Fujiwara-san got was the premium course, Christina here got the economy model. It’ll be enough to prove my point and satisfy the agreement, but I’m not foolish enough to give an untrustworthy mad scientist and a potentially hostile government too much of a gift. Speaking of gifts... your Majesty, I believe you should receive this too. Bear in mind, only two people in the world that we know of can do this, me and Shaeula Tu Shae Dannan, Duchess of the Spring of Clear Reflections.”

That’s the Fae that Raidre mentioned, the arrogant weasel. If she has skills like that, she can’t be simple...

“I see. And what do you want from us for this boon? These old bones do creak and ache when we wake up in the morning. Any relief from that would be welcome.” She smiled shrewdly.

“Firstly, as a sign of friendship. Japan has a lot to offer as an ally. I hope you’ll look kindly on the agreements our Government seeks. Secondly, and more importantly... I’m trying to win your granddaughter’s goodwill.”

“I see.” She looked at Eleanor, who looked down, embarrassed. I have been causing trouble. Well, it’s not like Henry hasn’t had his fair share of diplomatic faux pas. Besides, I’m the youngest, I’m allowed to be childish. She knew it was an unworthy thought, and she let out a soft giggle, embarrassed.

“Grandmother. If it is safe, I would love to see you healthy again.”

“Nothing is a hundred percent safe, but with my skills I’d say you’d have to be incredibly unlucky for something to go wrong.” Akio assured her.

“I see. Well young man.” The Queens lips quirked into a smile. “This is the furthest anyone has gone to impress my dear granddaughter. Perhaps you are taken with her beauty?”

“She’s a pretty one for sure.” Akio said dryly as Eleanor blushed scarlet. “But my interests are more pragmatic, I assure you. So, are we good to go?”

“Very well. But first, we have a little request...”

********

“You were not lying to this old woman, Shige. We found it rather agonising indeed.” The Queen declared. “And the itching is indeed damnably infernal. This goes in time, you say?” she asked Akio, who nodded.

“Yeah, your Astral body will flush the debris and the itching will fade in a few days. So, any problems? I have to say, your heart wasn’t in a good state, some of those valves were paper-thin and it was beating irregularly. That was a heart attack waiting to happen.”

“We know. We could feel it. It is why we were worried for Eleanor. She does dote on me so. Well, we suppose we are the same way. So thank you. We can watch over... no. I can watch over my granddaughter a little longer thanks to you, Akio.” She reached out a hand, and he took it.

“I’m happy to help, your Majesty. And your other request, I can accommodate it well enough.”

“You are a young man who is eager to please. I suspect your fiancées like that about you.” She said, bantering, and Eleanor was stuck by how he had won her over. Grandmother was that unwell? She never said anything, But does this mean...?

“I expect the Queen will live a number more years now.” Shige said, understanding her thoughts. “After all, Itsuki was in terrible shape, and after his healing he is the picture of health. And he has not even had Chirurgery.”

“That’s a relief.” She sighed as the Queen and Akio bantered.

“He is not the scoundrel you think he is. He is a man with appetites and lusts like any other, but he has a good heart. My granddaughter adores him. Fortunately not in that way, or else I would be his grandfather-in-law as well.” He sighed, and Eleanor looked surprised.

“Would you allow it?”

“Politically, there is no gain in it, from the standpoint of the nobility. Akio is already tied to Fujiwara house, Takatsukasa house and Ichijou house. But... there is no safer place to be in Japan than as one within his arms. And they all chose it themselves. In fact, my granddaughter says there were only a small number he sought himself, the others pursued him, Motoko-chan and Natsumi-chan among them. So you do him a disservice.”

“I see. Maybe I was too judgemental. But...”

“I see you are a fairytale Princess indeed.” He laughed, with good humour. “Dreaming of a Prince all to yourself. Well, I suspect most women want the same. But others would rather share than miss out on their Prince, and who among us has the right to throw mud on their choices?”

“I get it.” Eleanor puffed out her cheeks, feeling so terribly exhausted. “I’ve been unkind. I’ll apologise, like David did. Genuinely.”

“That would be for the best, after all...” he smiled, as Akio was finishing up giving Mr Hunter his instructions.

“When I’m gone, wake up Christina and give her the information. Make sure she understands that she shouldn’t enter the Boundary alone the first time, or she’ll die. The US has Chosen in project Star Mirror, I’m sure, so until she finds her bearings she has to enter with them.”

“I understand. Titan must be getting restless, so we should hurry.” Mr Hunter agreed.

“Well, if he barges in, I’ll just throw him out again.” Akio laughed, confident. “So, Princess, I’ll see you tomorrow then. I’ll put you through your paces, and we’ll prepare, just in case.”

That attitude annoys me. They are all my friends, they won’t betray me. But... Sighing, Eleanor nodded. “I understand. Better safe than sorry. But I can’t see why you are waiting until tomorrow...”

“Because Motoko, Natsumi and Hyacinth are all a bit upset after the day we’ve had. I want to spend the evening with them, have a nice meal, see some London sights, and after that...” his happy smirk annoyed her. “... well, did you see how stunning they all looked in those dresses? There’s no way I can resist.”

Eleanor snorted, a mixture of amusement, annoyance and awe at his sheer nerve making her blush. “Fine, I get it. I lose. I was wrong. I admit it. There. Happy now? You’re still a pervert, but not... not in a way to be condemned. I’ll still never like it though, I assure you! But I’ll not look down on your ways.”

“Quite the condescending apology.” Akio’s smirk broadened. “But I know genuine when I hear it, and I know the girls would rather have an apology filled with scorn that you mean, than a polite one just for form’s sake. So, until tomorrow. Prime Minister, Mr Hunter. I hope you can get your MPs on board with our formal alliance. Time is ticking. Your Majesty, Princess, it’s been fun. The selfie was great.”

“Just get out!” Eleanor snapped, embarrassed. “And if that photograph makes the tabloids, I’ll curse you!”

“Nope, that’s just for my family.” He promised cheerfully, before looking at the sleeping Christina once more. “Well, the die is cast. We won’t lose much even if she doesn’t follow through, but be sure to tell her the lie that she needs yearly maintenance from me or else problems will crop up. Tell her that issue can be removed though, if she shows willing.”

“So cunning. Lying to... no, I can’t say I’m sorry.” Eleanor sighed. “She’s a dangerous woman.”

“Aren’t you as well?” he laughed as he left, escorting Shige Fujiwara. And to that, Eleanor had nothing to say. Me, dangerous? Compared to you... well, enough moping. Now my Sunday is filled, I just want to go home and relax...