Book 8: Chapter 8: J
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It was still war. It was always war. And nowin the thick of the third war in as many months, they were beginning to remember.
King of Destruction.
He had lost a battle versus the House of Minos, and stalled in his Jecrass-Belchan offensive, even if Belchan was functionally no more.
Yes, every nation within two hundred miles had declared war. Yes, all of Reim and the King of Destructions empire were now embattled, from the newly-held Belchan regions to Reim itself, under threat from Nerrhavias hordes.
And still, the King of Destruction fought. War was endemic to his kingdom. And he thrived on it.
History taught lessons. And the [Historians] warnedit was repeating itself. Not in the same ways; the young [King] Flos Reimarch had never fought so widely at first. His had been a slow progression.
But the adult [King] had the Skills to at least force this war to drag out.
Nerrhavia was the first to realize the error in assuming his single defeat had spelled the end. They had invaded, practically overrunning the border with three hundred thousand foot and countless chariots led by the Silk caste.
They had then slowed their advance as Reims capital unleashed the thunderbolt defenses installed by Drevish. Similarlythe King of Destruction was pulling back his armies. He left Orthenon in the north, divided his command between Zamea, the Rustngmarder, Mars
Gazi the Omniscient was noticeably absent, but everyone knew she would be slaying [Spies] and [Infiltrators] behind the scenes rather than leading from the front. And even the lesser vassals like Venith and Maresar Crusland were a fearsome duo capable of stalemating a [General] or even routing an army of equal size with their battle experience and levels.
However, Reim was on the defensive. However, however?
His enemies ran out of time.
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At a pitched battle between Nerrhavias great hammer, they finally unleashed their true might in an effort to rout an army led by Venith and Maresar, which had struck and retreated time and time again to the aegis of the capital. The rapid speed of their movements had stymied even Nerrhavias infamous war chariots.
No more! Nerrhavias Queen Yisame brought forth one of Nerrhavias great assets she had not even used against Tiqr.
[Summoners]. The Will of Yisame was not a formal Unit; it was renamed after each ruler, but it was the kind of army only Nerrhavia could field.
Ten thousand [Summoners] of the Stitch-Folk, each who conjured warriors ranging from Silver-rank to even Gold-rank. Expendable warriors who could appear, fight, and die, along with [Sand Mages] who raised gigantic Sand Golems.
Countless chariots cut left and right, cutting off the [Bandit Lord], Maresar, who could normally pull back the army from such an attack. Venith Crusland fought in the vanguard, refusing to yield as countless foot soldiers of the Hemp-caste moved in, trying to drown Reims forces by the sheer press of bodies, fearless of blades.
It seemed even Reims forces would waver and break when he appeared. From the north, the King of Destruction raced into battle with less than two thousand [Riders], having come all the way from Jecrass, knowing Nerrhavia would be the greatest foe at this moment.
His arrival brought morale to Reims forces, but surely he would have been barely able to make a dentlet alone reach the encircled army. That was when the King of Destruction bellowed his Skill.
[Army of the King]!
Nerrhavia, and the combined nations had been too slow. A month had passed since the King of Duels fall, the House of Minos defeat. Noeven less than a month. They had fallen into the trap of Reims forces; on the defense, they had stalled for time.
The King of Destruction had regained his most dangerous Skill. Flos Reimarch charged the enemy [General]s position as Venith Crusland and Maresar ordered their forces to follow suit, heedless of tactics.
It was hard to say whose morale broke first; the army or General Val-Nerein. Both broke and fled within minutes, fleeing the battlefield in every direction or just surrendering rather than face the King of Destructions army.
This was all caught live on television, of course. The sight of Nerrhavias grand army breaking and running was a humiliation compounded by the fact that the King of Destruction had not, in fact, used his Skill.
How did everyone know this? Well, the King of Destruction gave an interview after the battle, with countless prisoners being marched to be ransomed or sold off.
General Val-Nerein nearly had our forces dead to rights! But it seems his backbone should have been stitched of sterner stuff. Hah! Venith, that was quite a neat turn of phrase. If I can bluff a victory just by shouting, Nerrhavia should fall within the week.
Never let it be said that Flos Reimarch was a gracious and humble victor.
Humiliated and furious, Queen Yisame ordered the [General]s execution and reformed a second army of equal size. This time, she warily split it into multiple forces who assaulted Reim from multiple angles.
But the [Army of the King] had been used and the teleporting cat was out of the bag, so to speak. It could go back in, but would it?
No. The King of Destruction used the power in a protracted engagement between Medain and Orthenons forces. The King of Medain, the High King Perric, had forged a massive retaliatory force after his flight to his capital. However, the Skill manifested as his [Soldiers] and the Stewards were fully engaged, with the King of Destruction far, far to the south.
The outnumbered [Soldiers] underwent a transformation on the battlefield. Medains army, first bewildered, then alarmed as they realized what was happening, saw some [Soldiers] grow in size. Others dropped their weapons and drew spectral or shining blades out of the air.
Broken armor mended and reformed itself in a minute. The [Steward] and his personal vanguard themselves were said to have howled like the Demons of Rhir as they broke the lines of Gold-rank adventurers. Like Nerrhavias host, Medains army broke within less than twenty minutes of fighting, but less than a quarter escaped without surrendering or being slaughtered.
A second incredible defeat in the north. At this point, armies from the Claiven Earth, Medain, Nerrhavia, and even further-flung nations such as Deimos and Lamult pushed in, seeking to gain ground before the Skill could be used again.
Of course, that was when the forgotten vassal of the King of Destruction, one of his Seven, Takhatres, Lord of the Skies and his tribe, appeared.
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Destruction from the skies. To an observer, and those watching from the scrying orb, it was an unnerving sight.
The skies turned dark, a rarity in Chandrar where clouds and rainfall were common only to the coast. From above came terrible shrieks. Nerrhavias [Soldiers] threw up their shields and raised their bows.
That was when the rocks started falling. Rocks, arrows, shot from archers far out of range of mundane arrows, and clay pots filled with oil or alchemical explosives. Nerrhavias bunched-up forces began to spread apart as the sudden attack rained down on them.
Above, the Garuda flew in a huge, circling swarm. They did not land. Nor did they even flap their wings much; they were hovering on hot air.
Thermals. [Mages] were casting weather spells and allowing the tribe of Takhatres to justhoverhigh out of range and unload all their ammunition.
The Lekrei Tribe did not fight fair. Most Garuda didnt; they had light bones and preferred fast attacks and retreats rather than sticking and fighting like the Stitchfolk who could make themselves tougher.
Even so. High-level [Archers] would happily blow the Garuda to bits with lightning arrows, or [Mages] do the sameor create wind, rain, bringing the Garuda down or forcing them to retreat. In a normal battle versus a Garuda tribe, that was what theyd do and they tried, to their credit.
[Mages] lifted wands and died. A [Strategist] surrounded by bodyguards dropped with a knife in her cheek; not enough to kill her, but certainly to unnerve and incapacitate. Something blurred past [Archers], cutting through one of their groups and beheading the [Archery Captain] before moving out.
The Lord of the Skies, the fastest warrior in all of Chandrar, or so it was said. While his tribe attacked from afar, his best warriors diving occasionally to wipe out separated groups, he ran in and out of the enemy army, beheading high-level combatants.
It was honestly likebullying. Like a grown up running around children, cutting them to pieces. Takhatres moved in a different world than everyone else. Yeshe probably had a fragile body and might be wounded or even killed if an enchanted sword struck him.
But they would have to touch him first. And he was faster than horses, faster than arrows. His great Skill allowed his tribe to move as fast as he didfor five seconds.
They took no prisoners, just decimated the army and vanished. Now, Nerrhavias advance slowed.
Much like Ailendamus suffering the Griffin Princes ambushes, they had to be wary of a mobile force. And unlike the Dawn Concordat, Takhatres army was arguably the strongest and most complete of all that Flos Reimarch had fielded thus far.
Unfair. Unfair, unfair, unfair. You could say it and it was true. Flos Reimarch wasnt starting from scratch. He was starting with his great vassals, the remnants of his Seven, who could not be matched easily!
Consider the following: in between fighting the Claiven Earth and holding back superior forces with a far smaller army, Mars the Vanguard forced the half-Elves to be wary.
When Belchans shattered armies arose and several border cities were taken, Mars the Vanguard retaliated by sieging one city, climbing the walls while ignoring the spell-defenses, and cutting through the garrison for two hours before retreating. Orthenon performed similar feats; one of the Kings Seven was an army.
As Aaron Vanwell commented to some of the other Earthers watching in Wistram, it was like Flos was playing on New Game+, a statement that confused the [Mages] to no end.
If he had a weakness, it was that he would bleed out of [Soldiers], not lose a decisive battle. The King of Destruction was being forced to stretch perilously thin.
Even so. Unfair. Not everyone had such gifts. Some people had losteverything. And now nations teetered as the King of Destruction fought on.
That was what he did.
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Weeks ago.
Jecaina Leysars watched the first news reports dully. She was feverish, sick, bedridden.
King Raelt of Jecrass, dubbed the King of Duels, is confirmed to be missing after the monumental battle involving
She lay in her bed, pale-faced despite all of the attention lavished on her. [Servants] who would cook or fetch anything, potionsthe River Wardens sent their personal [Healers], but their diagnosis was the same.
Shock. Its no wound we can heal. The [Princess]the [Queen] is in shock. She must rest and recover.
And why shouldnt she be? Jecaina was feverish the first day, then the second, raving, sick to the point of nausea, plagued by nightmares, waking and in her sleep.
She had lost everything. Her father. Her guardian, the old, loyal Geril, who had sacrificed himself that she might escape.
Jecrass armies had been decimated. A third of their land was gone, taken by Reim in the conflict. And they were now at war with Medain and Reim. Their old ally of Belchan was no more.
Ohand countless River Wardens were dead, and her father was a captive of Medains High King.
Jecaina knew all this and knew it was her fault. If she had not been captured by those Gold-ranksif she had been stronger, wiser
Her fault. She could not eat, or properly sleep, and the servants whispered and tried to cool the room, even as they piled sheets on her because she was shivering nonstop.
For two days, Jecaina wished she had died and her father were here. And that Geril was alive. She wept and listened to the news reports; Flos retreating, Nerrhavia announcing it would take Reim within the week
On the third day, the River Wardens came to her.
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Jecaina Leysars of Jecrass.
A voice spoke. Not unkindly. Jecaina was sweating under the sheets. The room was darkened, but now someone raised the blinds. Light spilled in and she tried to hide under her pillow.
Close the shutters! Leave me be!
But then she realized. It was not servants who stood around her.
Eighteen River Wardens had entered her bedroom. Not all that remained, but the greatest of those that did. She knew some of them.
Warden Mulre, Warden Svinta, Warden Elairefamiliar people, few of whom she had ever really liked. Her father had had personal gripes with many, and often complained to her of their flaws and foibles in private.
But there were gaps in their number. So many dead. Warden Winta, Warden Telimt, Warden Dulfe
Casualties of this war. Some dying heroically, to save Raelt. To save her.
Whatwhat do you want?
Jecaina croaked through a dry throat and lips. She saw the River Wardens look at her, flushed, shaking, tears staining her face, eyes red. They looked at each other, and nodded.
Then they knelt.
Jecaina Leysars of Jecrass. King Raelt is missing. Perhaps captured. Perhaps dead.
She flinched at the word as Warden Mulre, a man with a long scar horizontally crossing to his nose across his cheekbone, spoke. He went on, looking up at her with the others.ViiSiit novelbi/n(.)c/(o)m for latest novels
Medain and Reims armies march on us! But Jecrass still stands. It needs a leader. It needs you, my [Queen].
He looked at her. And Jecaina felt a terrible fear take hold of her. She tried to speak, but choked. Yet there it was. Even as she stammered, protested, they knelt. They wanted to crown her; a ceremony was held within the hour and a shaking [Princess], who looked like she was dying of the ague, saw the crown placed on her heada backup. She stood in front of a balcony and [Soldiers], [Servants], and the people of the capital, who did not really cheer, but stared up at her with a horror like hers.
She would have denied it. But even before the crown had touched her head, as she blanked out, head lolling in the chair as [Servants] tried to apply makeup, she had heard it.
[Duelist Princess Level 26!]
[Conditions Met: Duelist Princess Queen (Temporary) Class!]
[Skill Kingdom: Desperate Rallying obtained!]
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A [Queen]. She was a Queen, now. And they called her Queen Jecaina, even though her father was alive.
Not dead! Not deadJecaina believed that with all her heart.
But a kingdom needed a ruler. And if the [King] was missing, she was [Queen]. There could be temporary regents if she was not of agebut she was. If Raelt was ruling from prisonbut no one had heard from him.
A [Princess] could not stay a [Princess] when no one sat on the throne. She became a [Queen], or what was she?
Jecaina had not known there could be temporary classes. But she assumed that if her father abdicatedor was discovered deador perished
She would become [Queen] in truth.
She did not want that. She did not want the class. After she had been crowned and then stood at the balcony and read a speech one of the River Wardens had written, Jecaina burst into tears in her room.
That was embarrassing. She hadnt cried since she was too young to hold a rapiernot like this, at least. But it was too much.
She knew the River Wardens had crowned her to say Jecrass wasnt anarchy. As they filed into the throne room and she sat on the throne, feeling how uncomfortable it was, how alien the position, how heavy the crown, she expected them to say how it was going to be.
They were going to seize power, after all. The nobility did that sometimes, and Jecaina didnt know what to do. She waited.
They knelt. Jecaina hesitated. Either they were doing a good job acting or
Or, she realized, as they raised their heads and she saw the desperation in their eyes, they were as lost as her. Or they had crowned her because they didnt want power. Not now. Perhaps they might have seized it last year, before the King of Jecrass had shown them he was King of Duelsbefore the King of Destruction and Medain invaded.
Now?
My Queen, what is your will?
Jecaina threw up in her mouth. The River Wardens waited; she tasted bile and looked around. She held her mouth shut as Warden Mulre, their spokesperson, stared up at her.
My Queen?
Jecaina looked around for somewhere to spit it outbut she couldnt tell them to turn their heads. The River Wardens saw her gulpand then speak. The first decree of Jecaina Leysars rule was a muttered voice.
I need a cup of water. And an orange.
The River Wardens hesitated. After a second, one of the [Servants] dashed out of the throne room and returned a few painful minutes later with water from the well and an orange from the gardens.
Jecaina loved oranges. She reached for it, but the [Servant] peeled it as the water was presented on a little cushion.
It was painful, as the intervening time waiting had been her and the River Wardens not-quite-staring at each other in dead silence. Jecainas throat worked as she gulped the water and then bit into the pieces of the orangeher first real meal in three days.
Thus began her enlightened rule. All hail her highness.
Huzzah.
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The first four hours of her rule later, Jecaina put her head down on the war councils table and tried not to cry. Again. Was she going to become a weeping [Princess]no[Queen], the kind shed always despised?
But this was dire. Even if it hadnt been hershe had seen how this war had wrung her father dry. And he had been a [King]. Fun fact?
They were not in a better place. Far from it. The desperate attempt to rescue her had cost more lives. And a [King] whose Skills had prevented Reim from stomping all over Jecrass. Now, Medain had him, Jecaina was installed
The River Wardens had eventually realized she was paralyzed and begun offeringsuggestions. Cautious ones, such as, would your Majesty care to make a proclamation and have it sent across the nation? Should we move to the war council to discuss this very serious, very bad situation were in?
She hadnt second-guessed any of it. Four hours had seen them showing her Jecrass depleted armies, [Messages] from General Lael and other River Wardens on the front, and spreading out forces from the capital to them.
Thank goodness Lael was alive. If shed been deadthe River Wardens and Jecaina essentially did as the [General] requested. Then they had asked her what her plan was.
Shed looked at them in silenceuntil she realized she had to say something. So Jecaina had taken a shaking breath and spoken.
My father is alive.
The River Wardens stirred. Jecaina removed her crown and stared at it. It wasnt even real gold, she realized. Just painted iron or something. The real crown was on Raelts heador had been. She shuddered.
He is alive. King Perric has him orhe is alive, and so Jecrass will have him back at whatever the cost. I dont know howbut we will do that.
Does that mean submitting to King Perrics will, Prmy Queen?
Warden Mulre had a flinty look in his eyes. Jecaina hesitated. Her fist clenched involuntarily.
Not if I can help it. He kidnapped me and because of himI would rather surrender to Reim than Medain! At least the King of Destruction does not stab his allies in the back!
She had meant that personally. But the River Wardens had shot to their feet and applauded. Jecaina had been stunned, but they had bowed, swore fealty again, and left the room.
Now, she wondered what the hell she was going to do.
It was then that the door opened.
Queen Jecaina? Your Highness? Might Ihave a word?
A familiar voice. Jecaina looked up and saw him standing there. Like her, he was worn. Wan, thinnerbut Prime Minister Lyfelt of Belchan stood there.
Lyfelt?
He tried to smile. Jecaina pushed her chair backbut nearly fell over as she attempted to rise. He walked over, looking worried.
Youre as pale as a Wight. Have you eaten? I saw you at the coronation, but when I asked the [Servants], they didnt mention that.
Nono. I havent. Lyfelt? How are you?
It was all a blur. Lyfelt looked around, then called to the door.
Someone fetch her highness a nourishing meal! And more water! Sit, Jecaina, my dear. Sit
Soon, Jecaina was blinking at one of her favorite meals, Estreke Almeat, the nomads hot, shredded meats with some cheese and butter sauce on top.
She ate, mechanically at first as Lyfelt urged her to, and then so fast she was nearly sick. She barely tasted the food and burned her tongue as she gulped it down and ate.
The worldresolved itself into more clarity as starvation ended and she began to process everything. She looked left to make sure she wasnt mistaken. He was still there.
Lyfelt? How are you?
He spread his hands on the table.
Ive been a political prisonermore like a political refugee, really, thanks to your fathersince the war began in earnest. He gave me sanctuary; I was in hiding for my safety in case the King of Destruction deployed Gazi the Omniscientbut I had to see you once I heard the news. I am so sorry, my dear.
He almost reached out, but caught himself.
Queen Jecaina, that is.
Dont call me that. You knew me since I was a girl. You were
Jecaina blinked at Lyfelt. It was so good to see someone who was friendly, that she knew personally. At the same time
He was the reason Flos had gone to war. Jecaina warred with two feelings and put one aside. Geril was dead. And he and her father were the first people she would have turned to. Without them
It was my fault, Lyfelt.
She looked down at the empty plate. A servant put another one in front of her. Lyfelt shook his head.
Dont say that. It was High King Perrics doing. That shady rathe was always conniving, but this? If it wasnt for the King of Destruction, all of Chandrar would be declaring war on him. Hes cleverbut well get your father back, dont you worry. Even Perric isnt stupid enough to execute a [King].
That was Lyfelt for you. Even when insulting someone, he used their title. Raelt and Lyfelt had been old friends. Jecaina had thought little of it except that she liked to visit Belchan and had thought Lyfelt much more fun than her father, if far less good with a swordnot at all, really.
But she had heard Raelt sometimes remark that Lyfelt could teach the Nagas something about cold-bloodthat was when they argued. And she had seen
So youre here to check on me? Help?
Lyfelt smiled with genuine warmth as he rested his hands on the table. That was a [Prime Minister] for youshe supposed he might have his class if Belchan still existed, but even if nothe was the most charming man she had ever known. But she had grown up knowing him.
My dear, oops, your Highness, again
He paused a second. This time, Jecaina didnt correct him.
I thought youd be lost, coming into the crown. Your father was, although he found his peacebut there wasnt a war going on. The River Wardens thrust you into the crown because they had no idea what to do. Otherwise, theyd fight like pack rats over it.
True enough. Jecaina nodded.
They knelt to me. I thought theyd do just that. But they just asked me what to do.
Really? What did they say? They crowned you, met in the throne roomI anticipated that, then?
We came here and talked about the war.
Jecaina recounted the last few hours to Lyfelt. He nodded, drumming his fingers on the table.
Sensible moves. Theyre worried. Your father must have inspired them or they realize the real threat if theyre not trying to seize power. They might, in time. If they think Jecrass is doomed, theyll surrender to whoever is most advantageous and try to keep their power.
He spoke earnestly and quickly. Jecaina listened. Lyfelt went on.
And you inspired them, another good move. You have your fathers gift.
I did? How?
Your proclamation to deny Medain, of course! That was what they wanted. Its a nebulous goal, getting Raelt back, but its the kind of thing a ruler must do. Tomorrow, you should preempt them. Keep ahead of them so they start to follow. Theyll second-guess you if you let them think. So dont.
She blinked at him. Lyfelt had gotten up to pace, a habit of his. Her father had once joked, exceptionally privately, that he thought that was the only reason Lyfelt wasnt pudgy. That, and his love of swimming in the pool at the capital.
She nodded to his suggestions too. That was smart. Lyfelt turned to her.
Youll want to talk to the servants, General Laelall the people around you and in high positions. The citys ruling body too, the Watch Captainthey know you. Now, they need to see their Queen. Figure out a schedule and get them to follow it. Everything from when you want breakfast to how they should contact you when an emergency arises.
Why? They know all that, surely.
He waved a hand; he still had his rings of office on.
You can use your fathers methods, Jecaina. But they need to know the system again. Your arrival has caused uncertainty. Its time to do it your way. For instancedid you notice the throne doesnt have a cushion?
She blinked. She hadnt, but come to think of itLyfelt grinned.
It was no doubt hard as a rock. I pity you, sitting for hours on it! Raelt always complained, so he had a cushion placed there; its supposed to be put there and removed when he leaves so people might not notice, especially if they walk into the throne room without him there. He always talked about getting a really nice oneenchanted to be invisible! I was going to get one for his 40th birthday
Jecaina smiled despite herself. That was exactly like her father. She dipped her head.
Thank you, Lyfelt.
And she saw the white Gnoll in her minds eye. The dead tribe, the King of Destructions wrath as he made the villagers kneel and lifted the sword.
It was gone in a flash. But she had been horrified when she saw that. She had never doubted that Flos Reimarchs wrath was justified. And Lyfelt had knownor he had not stopped
His smile turned waxy. The man put his fingers together and twiddled them, then opened his arms.
Jecaina, I know Ive done someterrible things. Believe me, I didnt know it would lead to this. I made mistakesdidnt check on things, lowered my guard. The Gnolls crossing BelchanI never would have allowed villages to attack them. I truly didnt know. But I want to make it up. Im a [Prime Minister]former, actually. I lost my class. But I have all the knowledge of how to run a country. Let me help.
Jecaina blinked at him. And she thought a few things in a sudden flash.
Firstly, hed just read her feelings towards him. She knew it was a Skill of his. If someone, people, had aurasLyfelt could read emotions with his very eyes. Hed done it for her as a child, to delight, and impress her when he could tell when she was lying.
Secondly? He was trying to get her to appoint him into a position of power. Jecaina was not a fool. She might have been shell-shocked and grieving, but she felt Gerils presence. The old [Retainer] would be grimacing right behind Lyfelt and then smiling serenely.
Thirdly? How dare he? An entire tribe had been slaughtered because he had told Raelt that the King of Destructions refugees were a trifling concernthat it was even fine to let them suffer duress!
Her hand twitched towards her rapier. But it wasnt there. And
Suddenly, her blood was pumping. Suddenly, Jecaina knew what had to be done. She mastered herself. She smiledand threw up an aura.
She wasnt good at it. Neither Raelt nor Jecaina had ever been aura-wielding masters, even innately, as Flos Reimarch was said to be able to kneel people with a single word.
But no proper ruler was taught without lessons in fighting [Charm] Skills or similar effects. Jecaina couldnt projecther father had gotten a Skill which had begun to enhance his aura, but she knew the basics. Any person in the world could at least learn toand a [Princess], a [Queen]
Lyfelt hesitated as Jecaina exhaled slowly. She knew she had just gone blank to his emotion-reading Skills. Or she hoped she had. Similarlyshe felt more goodwill towards him, nostalgia for the past, oozing out of her feet.
Hed been charming her already! Jecaina was furious. But she smiled.
I feel like Im already becoming a[Queen], thanks to you, Lyfelt. And I do need help. Thank you. Can I count on you to help me? Tell mediscreetlyif I make a mistake, or about how to doeverything?
The former [Prime Minister] hesitated, eyes searching her quickly, then beamed.
I consider it a point of honor, Jecaina.
I bet you do. She hadnt missed how he was now calling her Jecaina.
The [Duelist Princess] had never liked or wanted to rule. She had flirted with her lessons, happily gallivanted around. But the war and watching her father had given her some maturity. More than that? WellLyfelt had made two mistakes.
The first was thinking she was overwhelmed and helpless. The second was in forgetting that she knew him. Skills that worked on emotion didnt work the more you applied them. So, Jecaina was frightened and upset and grieving.
But she smiled and asked Lyfelt to help her. That was her first real move as [Queen]. Checkmate.
Actually, Jecaina didnt play chess. But she had once beaten her father by flipping the board. And she was pretty sure that might work on Lyfelt.
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Being a [Queen] was something that involved so many things no one told you about. Because a monarch could rely on vassals or helpers, yes.
But when things went south, or you needed to replace, hire, or train them? You had to at least know what was missing.
Jecaina was already glad on the second day that she hadnt stabbed Lyfelt. She announced him as her advisor, much to the River Wardens skepticism and dismay. They had not forgotten either.
However, Lyfelt was similarly dismayed that she had not made him [Steward], or [Administrator], or a dozen other classes she had fielded.
But LyfeltI think of you as Belchans [Prime Minister]. And I fully intend to restore you to your lands if possible.
He had grinned weakly at that.
I believe mytenure is over, either way, Jecaina. But lets put that aside for now, I suppose. You can always announce it tomorrowabout your Skill. Its not, er, the best. But it fits a temporary class. And it is useful here.
That was one of the things he helped her with. He knew Skills and had quickly identified the nature of hers. It was obvious from the title, really, but
Lets see. [Desperate Rallying] allows for an embattled group to quickly rush to the aid of forces under siege or attack in fractions of the time taken. The highest-level version of the Skill identified was a Level 60 [General of Defense], General Noln of the Argoth Alliance, who could reach a city-state in hours where the march would normally take over a day at top speed.
He had a bookone of Belchans treasures, which, like the Book of Levels, detailed Skills and records. Jecaina nodded.
I should tell General Lael. That means we can shift Jecrass forces from spot to spotnot [Archers] since theyll still be outside the walls. But we can keep a mounted force with her ready, perhaps.
War is not my purview. But that is quite nice. Perhaps we should announce it? To boost morale?
Jecaina looked at Lyfelt.
No. Thatdoes not sound strategically advantageous, Lyfelt.
One of the other things shed learned was that he was right about leading before people could think. Because the River Wardens and Lyfelt all thought they were right. Sometimes they were; they had experience Jecaina did not. But they always thought they were right. Lyfelt had just shrugged and begun discussing other Skills he hoped Jecaina might get if she leveled quickly.
She had listened, learned, and smiled at him. Then begun making plans of her own. She did not know what to dobut she did know at least what her father might do.
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Warden Mulre, Warden Svinta, and Warden Elaire had all been present at her coronation. They were also the three strongest River Wardens with all the deaths of the others. Jecaina summoned them for a private meeting after Lyfelt had gone to sleep.
She was justfollowing what he said to do, and the River Wardens, and Lael. Because she didnt know how to fight a war or run a kingdom!
But she had always known her father relied on the River Wardens support. It seemed to Jecaina that it was wise to copy that.
Raelt had faced challenges to the throne where River Wardensled by Dulfe back in those days when he was a dreaded enemyhad tried to force laws helping them or curtailing the crowns power. They could always rise up, after all, or boycott, or
He had dealt with it, as a young Jecaina had observed, by playing them off against each other. There were always factions, and the River Wardens had longstanding grudges.
Jecaina had no time to do that. So she took the three greatest River Wardens and bluntly spoke to them.
Former Prime Minister Lyfelt is advising me, Wardens. He is a knowledgeable man and a skilled diplomat, even if he is no longer a ruler. I accepted his service because I am in dire need and because of the longstanding friendship he had with my family. However, I cannot forget that his neglect led to the slaughter of innocents andthis war.
She stumbled over the last bit; shed been writing down speeches as he suggested and practicing them. The River Wardens looked relieved.
We had serious reservations, Pryour Majesty, and I am gratified to hear that. Very gratified.
Mulre murmured. Svinta nodded stiffly. She was tall, a skilled [Rider], and older than the other two; Mulre, despite the scar, was more prone to indulgence, owning fruit orchards and the largest river which made him rich. Elaire raised magical animals, like Pegasi, Bicorns, and even Kelpies.
Do you intend to hold him to account? The King of Destruction may have been forced to retreat, but his forces still hold part of Jecrass. Not strongly, but if he returns, it is that fool who will have damned Jecrass time and again. Your Majesty.
Svinta frowned at her. Jecaina folded her arms defensively, then remembered not to show emotion like thatanother Lyfelt lessonand uncrossed them.
I intend to use him, Warden Svinta, because he is helpful. But that is why I am also appointing the three of you to be my council among the River Wardens. Acheck on Lyfelt in case he becomes too powerful. I do this because I hold the three of youas my father didin highest esteem.
They murmured at that. Maybe they were using truth spells and seeing the half-lie about that last part, but Jecaina saw them preen a bit and doubted it.
We will attempt to be the voice of the River Wardens and the people of Jecrass, your Majesty.
Elaire bowed smoothly. Jecaina had smiled.
She thought of this in terms of dueling. Ruling, that was. She wished Raelt were here to explain more, or that she could have asked himbut without him, she was using Lyfelts lessons against him.
But this was simple. Lyfelt was a blade, a kind ofwhat, parrying dagger? Not much reach since she could order him arrested, but he had a lot of Skills that allowed him to build influence. You wanted to check that with the River Wardens, who could be a double-edged sword.
Attack and defense. But how was she to attack or defend?
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General Lael bowed so deeply in private that her head touched the rug.
I failed his Highness, your Majesty. I hope you will accept my word that I did all that I couldand that I will strive for Jecrass in the future, if you allow me.
The [Queen] waited a moment. She wanted to saybut no. Lael was a good [General]. But under-leveled compared to every foe shed been fighting. So, she lifted her hand slowly.
Why didnt you save my father?
Rise, General Lael. I do not believe my fathers faith in you was misplaced. Nor do I think you will let me down.
The formal speech still felt odd, but she was already falling into it. Lyfelt had suggested using the royal we; Jecaina felt it was pretentious.
She was trying to figure out what [Queen] she was. A reluctant one, a temporary one, she hoped.
It was strange. Lael was the woman whod often had to clean up Jecainas antics, or at least, was one of the busy adults when the [Princess] had been a [Princess]. Now, relief shone in her eyes.
Did she think I would order her executed? She had known Jecaina for
Uncertainty ruled Jecrass. And Jecaina realized it that day.
With your permission, [Princess], I hope you and I can speak of the realms defenses.
Letscan it be done while riding? Or at least, walking?
Jecaina was sick of the war room and her throne, even with the cushion. She had never gone a day without a ride before now, or a run. She hadnt even had time to pick up a rapier; there was no one to practice with and besides, little good shed done.
Of course, your Majesty. Allow me a moment to prepare an escort.
Lael barely blinked. ThusJecaina learned two things. Firstly, that she would never ride around alone again. Second?
Your Majesty, are you going for a ride? Considering the state of the nation, is that the safest
Lyfelt halted as the [General] looked at him.
Her Majesty has decreed it. Former Prime Minister. I did not know you were present in the capital.
I am serving as advisor to the throne. Your Majesty
Jecaina saw Lael turn. The [General] bowed as a group of her best [Soldiers] knelt. They did that, the first time they met her. She inclined her head.
I am going for a ride, Lyfelt.
I shall go w
Lael looked at him and Lyfelt hesitated. Jecaina felt refreshed.
General Lael had reminded her that she didnt have to argue. The River Wardens obeyed, but they and Lyfelt had suggestions. In the presence of the [General], Lyfelt hesitated.
I will send for you if needed upon my return, Lyfelt.
Jecaina enjoyed seeing his expression. And soon, she was riding out of the palace.
Another experience she had not been able to achieve the last two days of her new reign.
Where to, your Majesty?
Just ride, Lael. And thenaround the city? Down the streets? Not far.
Jecaina sped up to a gallop. Instantly, the [Riders] followed her. She hated that. But she let them; they were even worried shed break her neck.
Was this what father had to live with, day in, day out? Jecaina wished she had been more understanding when he didnt want to duel, or was so gloomy. No wonder hed started throwing oranges at River Wardens from the balcony. She was half-tempted to do that too.
After her first gallop and sensation of being free, Jecaina slowed. She turned to Lael.
General, youre one of the few people I can trust. With my fathermissingand Geril
She swallowed hard.
My father always said you were trustworthy. And I have found few people to trust so far. Please, speak candidly.
She was uncertain, but the [General] looked relieved at the blunt phrasing.
Your Majesty, I worried at what I might find upon my return to the capital. I am pleased that all seems well and that the crowns authority is not questioned. I dared not move my forces or even return until I learned of your new Skill, but I brought three thousand [Riders] with me in case order needed to be maintained.
Jecaina started. She looked at Laelthen the remaining [Trick Riders], and recalled that Lael had returned with heavy [Bicorn Chargers], [Armored Cavalry]; a vanguard for the [General].
Had she been intending to free Jecaina if it turned out the River Wardens had staged a coup? That just made Jecaina more hopeful she could trust Lael.
By the same token, a whisper in her head that sounded like Lyfelt made her wonder if the [General] might have held onto the reins of power if she had been forced to seize them
No. No, trust that her father had at least known a loyal woman. Jecaina nodded to Lael.
Thank you, [General]. Ive read all your [Messages] and sent all the forces that could be spared. The River Wardens have contributed their forces to the cause, all they can. Candidlywhat is the situation?
They rode through the gates of the city and a cheer startled Jecaina before Lael replied. She looked upand saw the City Watch on the gates cheering her.
Your Majesty!
Jecrass still stands!
It was a handful of voices, soon silenced. Lael turned to Jecaina.
Apologies, your Majesty.
No, I
Jecaina rode through the capital of the Realm of Jecrass. And once again felt odd.
People turned out to see her. They came out of homes, the overcrowded city flooded with refugees or [Soldiers], lining the streets. Some cheered; many just stared, or knelt.
It was the legacy of the King of Duels. Jecaina might have feared they would insult her, throw things, blame her for the war. But the people still remembered how he had fought the King of Destruction twice. So his daughter they bowed to, even though
We cannot continue. Jecaina saw how packed the city was, and recalled the orders to ration stockpiles of food. Already, this war had drained Jecrass, and that was with auxiliary forces, goldLael let her ride through the city, looking at her people. Jecaina had not the courage to dismount and talk with them that day.
Especially not with the great threat of war past the horizon and fast-advancing.
Candidly, your Majesty. We are in trouble. Jecrass army is depleted and while we had been buying ample supplies, munitions, potionsI understand aid from foreign nations is cut off. May I ask the state of the treasury?
Jecaina didnt know. That worried her. Lael went on.
Moreoverthe King of Destructions forces have retreated from Medain. But I fear they have now regrouped. And Medain is at war.
What is to be done, General? What are our odds?
Jecaina knew the answer before the [General] gave it. Lael bit her lip.
Candidly, your Majesty, Jecrass alone would have struggled to repel Medain at full-strength. Now, we face a war on two fronts and nigh a third of our lands are embattled. Reims forces fell back, but it is essentially a warfront on the western edges. The only thing stopping him from taking the capital is the fact that every nation has declared war on him. Medain may well be wary of himbut not us.
The [Queen] nodded. That was how it was.
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Laels suggestions were simple and to the point. Upon her return, Jecaina ordered more fortifications built at every fortress or city, creating a new line of defenses. Put the [Archers] behind walls, and keep a large, mobile force, the remainder of Jecrass army, to rush to a battle.
For now, that was all they could do. What she was mostly concerned with were the gaps in her knowledge.
The treasury will last Jecrass quite a while, your Majesty. I was going to speak to you about delaying the [Soldiers] pay
She whirled on Warden Svinta and the others. Lyfelt was jostling for a chance to speak.
And no one thought to bring up the treasury with me?
Your Majesty is in command of us.
The River Wardens bowed. Lyfelt nodded.
And any expenditures havent been necessary so far, Jmy Queen. If you wished to spend money
Jecaina was annoyed because the assumption was she would discuss it with them before wasting money. But the truth was that Raelt had not spent the massive sums Yisame and the other nations had gifted him; hed stockpiled as much as hed spent.
Gold, more than Jecrass had, ever really had, sat in the treasury or was vouched for with the Merchants Guild. Not enough to hire an entire army; more than enough to continue a losing war with.
Why would we hold the [Soldier]s pay?
It is traditional, your Majesty, to ensure [Soldiers] do not desert if they are in arrears several months.
Warden Svinta said smoothly. Lyfelt nodded behind her. Jecaina looked at General Lael. The woman grimaced.
Your Majesty, we have not had large-scale desertions thus far. The army is loyal to Jecrass; this is their homeland. Holding back pay might decrease morale.
Jecaina nodded.
I dont see any reason to hang onto their pay, River Wardens. Lyfelt.
But your Majesty
Enough.
She said it and they fell silent. Maybe because Lael was standing therebut Jecaina felt good. She took a breath.
Enough. I have made my decision.
They looked at her. Lyfelt looked peeved, the River Wardens hesitated. But they did bow their heads. Lael nodded at Jecaina and the [Queen] exhaled.
A small victory, enough to make her think she could actually do this.
[Queen (Temporary) Level 27!]
No Skill that night. But it was already a fast levelfaster than Jecaina had in the last six years! That encouraged her too, that what she was doing was right.
The next day, the King of Destruction rode on Jecrass with an army.
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I wish to speak with Jecaina Leysars of Jecrass!
He roared from the head of an army of eighteen thousand. A paltry number compared to what he had been fielding; but General Lael and her entire armywhat was left of itstood ready to meet him.
Around sixty thousand, the rest spread to garrisons. Again, Jecrass had been depleted. Even so, they might turn him back
But the Steward held Belchan, and Zamea stood with the King of Destruction. The rest of his forces were moving south at speed.
Yet he was here. Jecrass army wavered, but the King of Destruction had come under the flag of truce. And he wanted to talk to Jecaina.
It might be a trap, your Majesty. Allow one of us to negotiate
I dont suggest speaking with him, Jecaina. The alliance against the King of Destruction is one place where Jecrass can find common ground, perhaps even aid. Compromising that
Jecaina ignored both River Wardens and Lyfelt. She rode stiffly across the ground, surrounded by a personal guard six times as large as his forces. Then, the two rulers rode forwards as both sides employed Skills to make sure the other was not treacherous.
In truth, Jecaina would not have done this for anyone but the King of Destruction. She doubted he would try anything; she had grown up listening to tales of his conduct in war. His honor
She resolved the childhood admirationeven half a year agowith the man who had slaughtered Jecrass people and brought war to her kingdom.
It was bittersweet. Because a part of her still looked up at the man sitting there in his saddle, imposing, regal even without a crown on his head. And she saw a hero out of tales. Part of her longed to believe in that.
The [Queen] dipped her head and received a nod in reply.
I thank you for meeting me, Queen Jecaina. I understand that is your new title?
I was crowned since my father is unable to rule. Until such time as he returns, I am Queen of Jecrass, yes.
The King of Destructions green eyes fixed on Jecaina. He noted her armor, her sword, the tense forces behind her in a heartbeat, and then studied Jecaina. Even sitting on horseback in front of him was hard. It was like trying to face the wind at full-blast with your eyes open. He was pushing Jecaina back without even trying.
I see. Then, Jecaina, you have my deepest sympathies. I know what it is like to come to the crown too soon. Andif I may speak personally for a momentI regret High King Perrics treachery. Rest assured, if I am able to take Medain, I will free your father regardless of where we stand. But that is an unlikely scenario now, especially with that damned [Pirate] haunting the coast.
Jecaina was taken aback at first by Flos. Especially by his sympathies, which seemed genuine. She swallowed.
I had forgotten, KFlos
How strange it was to address him so.
that you had come to your throne when your father fell.
Yes. An age ago. I found myself at war with Hellios as a boy.
The mans eyes were distant. He looked at her.
A word of wisdom, if it is that. Listen, learn; your advisors may know what is best. Some will be treacherous. In time, you will know who to trust. But in the end, remember that you are [Queen]. No one will ever sit above you, and no one must tell you what to do.
She nodded.
Thank you, sir. King Reimarch. I have learned that, and will take it to heart.
He smiled. They sat there, awkwardly. For Jecaina had not wished to like him. But she wanted to ask
So much for pleasantries. I cannot stay long; I must ride within the hour. We are at war, Queen Jecaina. Reim and Jecrass. It has been a bitter war, and a glorious one. Your father fought as few [Kings] have ever done. For that, I would salute him. But now, I think, it is enough. I come here to ask you to pledge Jecrass to Reim. Surrender Lyfelt, the high authorities of Belchan, and I will bring battle to Medain and cease the bloodshed.
He looked at her and delivered his terms. Jecaina blinkedthen recoiled.
You still would make war, King Reimarch? After all this? Is Nerrhavia not marching on your rear at this moment?
The King of Destruction shrugged.
They are. You have already noticed my forces dwindle. But I am a [King] and I gave my word to my subjects who were slaughtered in Belchan. I do not forswear myself. Until peace is madewe are at war.
He leaned on his saddle horn and Jecaina and her horse danced back. His eyes were terribly frightening, then.
I do not wish to kill more of Jecrass brave children, Queen Jecaina. Nor do I think your nation can stand against mine. Accept vassalization, as Germina and Hellios have and my armies will battle Medain and free your father! Refuse me, and I will take your capital, if I must.
Her blood chilled. The border was still a ways from the capital, but if he beat Jecrass here, he might march on the capital; albeit with forces to his rear.
Could he do it with eighteen thousand men? She stared at Zamea as the half-Giant yawned, visible to all behind him, with four of her Nomads of the Sky.
Was she tempted? Part of her. If he had asked her to ride with him, as one of his Seven, to bring High King Perric to justice
She still would have refused. The Queen looked at the King.
Did you not just tell me that no one would ever sit above me, Flos of Reim? Do you think Jecrass is weak enough to be pushed into submission?
Flos raised a hand, smiling ruefully.
How I like to stab myself in the foot. I did say thatit is how I live. You would still be [Queen]. And I do not make light of Jecrass, Jecaina. But look. Do you really think you can hold both my armies and Medains at bay?
He gestured to the half-Giants, his army. Himself. Jecaina quailed.
Still. Stillit was Jecrass. Her home! Perhaps if he had come with vast armies? Perhaps. But
You have spilled too much blood here, Flos Reimarch. I cannot kneel after all you have done. You made war on Belchan, yes. But now Jecrass? I refuse you. Nerrhavias armies are creeping up on your ass. Be done with them and take Jecrass if you can!
She blushed as the rude words burst from her. To her surprise, the King of Destruction threw his head back and laughed. One of the watching bodyguards, a young woman who looked out of place, started, as did Jecrass forces.
I have never heard it put like that! But thenyour father was a different ruler. So that is your will? We will meet on the battlefield, Queen of Jecrass. Will you have the same resolve then?
He looked at her again. Jecaina gritted her teeth so hard she swore one cracked.
I will.
He frownedthen exhaled.
Will you at least turn over Lyfelt and the ministers of Belchan? I would sign a peace treaty for that alone.
This time Jecaina was very uncertain. She bit her lip. Flos pressed her, riding a step or two closer.
You know what he has done, Queen Jecaina. Is one mans pitiful life worth more war? Especially that ones?
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Her second refusal worried Jecaina. She refused to turn Lyfelt over, and the King of Destruction departed. For a tense moment
But he didnt have the forces to attack. Lael had suggested that, which was why Jecaina had dared him by refusing. He pulled his army back, riding south. Orthenon and Zamea would hold the north, along with the forces of Parasol Stroll, even the dreaded death-warriors of the Rustngmarder, perhaps. Jecaina didnt know.
For now, Jecrass was relatively safe from aggression. But the war continued.
Why had she not given him Lyfelt? In truth, Jecaina had dithered. But when his life was in the balance, her fathers friendshe had caved in.
Not to Flos, but to her father. He had not given Lyfelt over at any cost. Did his daughter know better? Was she weaker, to reverse his decision?
She couldnt do it.
Everyone congratulated her when it was done, even though Jecaina had felt like a leaf before a storm. To her braveryas if not wetting herself was accomplishment enough.
Jecaina still felt a bit proud of the praisethere was even a banquet where the River Wardens made speeches, promising to defy Reim to the last! She did not level, to her disappointment, that day.
The next? Medain and the High King made their move.
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Raelt Leysars of Jecrass stood, flanked by two of the Golden Ranks of Medain. He wore manacles on his legs and armsand the crown of Jecrass, the real one.
His clothing was not a prisoners ragged cloth, but neither was it regal; just a plain, if slightly expensive tunic and britches.
Jecaina nearly wept when she saw him. Alive! He was alive!
Prisoner.
The broadcast was being covered by Pallass News Network. Drassi, the Drake [Reporter], was leaning in. Raelt was standing on a platform in front of which the jeering citizenry of Medains capital were gathered. They were silenced as a [Herald] shouted his name.
Raelt was standing quite far away. Drassi turned to someone off-screen as Jecaina and everyone crowded around the scrying orb to see.
Whys he on the platform? Cant we get up close?
[Mages] told to stand
The Drake listened as Jecainas eyes flicked from Raelt to Drassi. The [Reporter] frowned.
They cant get close? Thats stupid. Is it that rat-[King]s fault? Oh sher, High King Perric?
She looked at the camera and smiled innocently. Jecaina wanted to smile at that. But she was staring at her father, and a pit of fear was in her stomach.
Was he going to be executed? The Golden Ranks had weapons. But it didnt seemsurely
No, it turned out. The [Herald] bellowed.
His Majesty, Raelt of Jecrass, has a proclamation for his people of Jecrass, at war with the Glorious Kingdom of Medain! High King Perric has graciously given him the chance to speak to his subjects and urge reconciliation!
Jecaina started. Reconciliation? Her father? He hated Perriceven before the High King had kidnapped Jecaina! But then she saw Raelt being pushed forwards. He stood there andspoke.
My people of Jecrass. This war has gone on long enough. After Jecrass defeat and the aggressions of the King of Destruction, I have decided war is no longer in either kingdoms favor. I urge my daughter, Princess Jecaina of Jecrass, to make peace with High King Perric
Jecaina sat back and stared. For a moment she felt like the world was turning upside down. ThenLyfelt spoke.
Its an illusion.
Everyone started. The River Wardens, Jecainathe [Queen] sat up and realized he was right.
Something was off about Raelts voice. She hadnt heard it in nearly a weekbut that wasnt her father. The cadence, pitch, were close, but like voices or faces, you could be so close as to be jarringly off if you knew someone.
That was the case here. Alsoher father didnt speak like this. It was toopolished a speech. He might read a pre-written announcement, but he liked to make it short and snappy. Also, he sometimes paused for a painful period if he was reading something he didnt like.
This Raelt spoke without breaks. Also? She frowned.
His mouth was moving, and he stood there with the two Golden Ranksbut was it really moving?
Youre sure?
River Warden Mulre turned anxiously to Lyfelt. The former [Prime Minister] nodded, eyes fixed on Raelt.
Someone write down the contents of what hes saying. And we should make a proclamation to the effect within the hour, your Majesty, Jecaina. But Im certain. Thats why the scrying [Mages] arent allowed any closer.
Indeed, even Drassi seemed to suspect something was off. She narrowed her eyes as she shuffled her papers together as the announcement concluded and the link was abruptly shut off. Almost as if someone had told the [Mages] to cut the connection now.
Thats an awfully convenient message from the King of Jecrass to the King of Medain. I understand they hate each others guts, but what do I know? Please stop writing in if youre from Medain, incidentally. Im allowed to give my opinions! Anyways, that was the speechwell see what Queen Jecaina says.
Jecaina sat back, head spinning. The River Wardens, Lyfelteveryone wanted to talk. A proclamation had to be sent, and General Lael urgently requested a [Message]
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It rattled Jecrass, to see their [King]. People who didnt know Raelt half-believed it, even though their enmity towards Medain went back generations. They needed to be told it was fake.
Even Jecaina felt shaken. But in the hours afterwards, she realized a few things when talking to her advisors.
Firstly? This was definitely an illusionPerric putting words in Raelts mouth. Raelt would never just surrender, not like that. Jecaina had no illusions; Flos would have vassalized Jecrass, but maybe let her keep her authority.
High King Perric wanted to make Jecrass into Medain, and he had already stripped two former monarchs of their power, turning them into puppets. He had kidnapped Jecainalets not forget that either! Raelt would never forgive that so easily.
Secondly, and this actually brought her hopeLyfelt pointed out a few details.
Did you notice how poorly they copied his voice? A good [Mage] can do far betterbut they didnt. And Medain is not poor. They had to hold him in place, those Golden Ranks.
Why was the voice so poor?
Jecaina askedthen realized before Lyfelt smiled bitterly.
Her father hadnt said a word. Not one word, even perhaps under torture. That was why they couldnt steal his voice.
She was proud of that. He was alive. That was enough for hope, to keep her going. What she feared was what he might be suffering oror that he would not continue to stay alive.
And sure enough, High King Perric sent a personal [Message] to Jecrass hot on the heels of Raelts speech. The terms were simple, but none of the River Wardens would even listen to them. They stormed out of the throne room and Lyfelt read it in private.
Medain wanted Jecrass unconditional surrender, after which Raelt of Jecrass would be released as a vassal ruler to High King Perric. The terms added that if Jecaina signed the magical contract with her crowns authority, he would be in Jecrass within the day.
Her blood boiled at the terms. Lyfelt held her back from sending a reply instantly.
[Calm Mind], Jecaina. Calm. This is High King Perrics strategy. He shoots for the skiesI suggest sending back an instant refusal, in polite wording.
Polite? He told us to roll over and
I know. That man is arrogant, but he has your father. Dont antagonize him. He has a temper.
That cooled Jecainas head. She let Lyfelt write the reply and went to stab the air with her dueling sword.
True enough, Lyfelts reply was followed by a counteroffer within ten minutes. This time, it was more acceptable. If only just.
To Princess Jecaina of Jecrass,
His Majesty, Raelt Leysars, is prisoner to our authority at this moment. His safety and health are assured so long upon our honor as High King of Medain, Protectorate of Venom, Guardian of
She skipped down a bit.
Jecrass will continue its war with the King of Destruction and refrain from engaging with Medains forces. Pending a signed contract of nonaggression, open borders to allow access of Medains armies, and a tribute of
Tribute?
She cried out. Perrics second demand held short of Jecrass entire surrender. But he wanted too much.
Jecrass would effectively have to go to war with Reim, allow Medain to march through its borders, and promise not to attack as well as provide a tribute to Medainall to assure King Raelts health.
Hes threatening to torture or execute father if I dont.
She turned to Lyfelt. Her blood ran hot and cold, with rage and fear for Raelts safety.
Lyfelt was tapping his fingers together rapidly as he thought. The River Wardensthe inner circle of threewere listening intently. They were ready to kill somethingbut Perric had them.
It was the [Prime Minister] who had the diplomatic suggestion. Jecaina hated it the moment it left his mouth.
I would suggest crafting a reply from her Majesty. Askingpleading with the High King to reconsider the terms of the agreement.
She looked at him.
Pleading, Lyfelt?
He both smiled and spread his hands wide.
Not you, personally, Jecaina. I would be happy to write it myself. Butlets see. A personal missive, with your signature, informing High King Perric that you cannot agree to the entirety of the terms, but offering some compromise. Thats what he wants. He knows this is onerous, but
Pleading. Me?
Jecainas temper flared. Lyfelt tried to soothe her, but River Warden Svinta was also furious.
A woman of Jecrasslet alone our rulerdoes not beg! Especially to foreign powers who kidnapped her! Is that what you are suggesting, Prime Minister?
She was halfway to drawing her long dagger on him. Lyfelt backed up quickly.
River Warden Svinta, Queen Jecaina, consider the diplomacy of it. High King Perric ispredictable.
Jecaina held herself back from snapping. She made Svinta sit down and Lyfelt explained.
I know High King Perric. Ive met the man. He does not thinkthe world of women. He mightand this is me using my Skill [Take His Perspective] in view
His eyes flickered.
Yes. High King Perric might well assume he can lean on Princess Jecaina. He would believe that the River Wardens have authority, and that he can use Jecrass as a shield against Reims aggressions. Is it not worth encouraging that perception?
You want me to pretend Im a child he can bully into doing what he wants.
Jecaina said through pale lips. Lyfelt waved a finger.
Its manipulating him, your Majesty. Jecrass can make sure King Raelt is safe as well as prevent Medain from being overly aggressive. If he thinks you are pliable
You are speaking to the Queen of Jecrass! Is her authority worth nothing, man? Should Jecrass pretend its ruler is a weak-willed woman?
Warden Mulre leapt to his feet, face-flushed. Jecaina sat there, vibrating with anger, as Lyfelt began to argue. Warden Elaire on the other hand, was quiet.
She voiced her support for Lyfelt and then it was split. Well, not including Jecaina. She did not know what to do. She hated it. But after a night of thinking, she told Lyfelt to craft the [Message]. She was barely able to read it, but she sent it and Medain becamemore accommodating.
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Jecaina hated it. And she was conceiving a hatred of Lyfelt the more she and he interacted on a daily basis.
He was like a grassviper. A snake! He was charming and intelligentbut he used his charm and skill at diplomacy to manipulate people.
How had she never seen it? How had Raelt? She let him employ his plan with Medain and it worked.
That was what she hated. High King Perrics next message was a cross between condescension and superiority. Of course he understood Jecaina was unsure and the River Wardens objections. He let her know that her father was perfectly safe and would remain so, as long as she was willing to cooperate.
You see, he has a harem of women, and my interactions with him in brief were quite noticeable. My wife did not care for him at all, and I understand Queen Yisame quite irks him. Which is revealing; he does not see her as his superior, despite Nerrhavia being the power of the region. That is more than just a [King]s arrogance as well; if you look into his command structure, you find one woman in twenty. And of thosemany have relationships with their superiors or himself in the case of the [Generals]. The nation follows the crown.
Lyfelt taught Jecaina and she listened. He had things to show her, but
Where is your wife? Your children? Are they safe? I hadnt asked after them. Nomna? Er
Jecaina forgot the kids names; they were far younger than she. Lyfelt hesitated. He hadnt brought them up.
Quite well, Jecaina. Theyre under protection. I left, but Nomna stayed with the children; dangerous to be about.
He never left the palace, and Jecaina knew he was not well-liked. She nodded and left it at that.
Well, that now meant that Medain and Reim were accounted for. Lyfelt handled the communications while only needing Jecainas signatureand she told him to start forging that. She wanted nothing to do with the begging, fawning appeals to Perrics masculine authority he was increasingly crafting with more flourishes.
By the same tokenthe River Wardens were now taking a hand in the realms defense.
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It is time to revitalize the army, your Majesty. To that endI hope you will see fit to allow us to begin training replacements for our most vital forces.
River Warden Svinta and Mulre came to her with the request. It involved a lot of gold, and the ability to recruit the most skilled [Riders] and [Fighters] and so on among the youth.
A conscription. Jecaina was interested in this. The River Wardens had been contributing their personal garrisons to the war all the time, but now they seemed to feel it was their time to make up for Raelts absence.
To what end, River Warden Mulre?
He smiled.
Why, to replenish the ranks of Jecrass [Trick Riders], of course!
The [Trick Riders] of Jecrass were one of the unique classes and fighting groups Jecrass employed. Each nation had one, like the Golden Ranks of Medain, or their [Armored Soldiers].
The Realm of Jecrass was sprawling, plains and rivers. Thus, it needed a fast force to mobilize. That was how [Trick Riders] had been conceived.
Able to stop on a dime, turn, thread the needle in battle, even use ropes, nets, and other tools to immobilize foes.
Jecaina had seen them tripping half-Giants upeven stalling Mars the Vanguard! She nodded.
Of course. How many were lost?
Mulre grimaced.
Too many, your Majesty. They were at the fore of every battle, defending King Raelt. And when they came to your aidbut I intend to replenish, no, double their numbers! They will be the fastest, most elite forces Jecrass has to offer! If the crown can spare the gold, I will have our [Trainers], veteran [Trick Riders], and so on get to work training a new generation at once.
He beamed at her. Jecaina nodded.
And you, Warden Svinta?
Warden Elaire and I wish to do the sameonly with [Bicorn Riders] and flying Pegasi.
Jecaina blinked. Then stared.
Pegasi?
They were rare, even in Jecrass, which bred horses of all kind. Bicorns werent even technically horseswell, they were a horse-bull hybrid, giant, chargers with a temper.
We saw them matcheven defeat Medains best armored lancers, your Majesty. We have never had manydue to the Bicorns being more difficult to breed. Jecrass has many breeds of fine horsesthe best in all of Chandrar!
Jecaina nodded. It was not an idle boast. If House Walchas in Izril was known for horseflesh, so was Jecrassto someone who loved horses, they were on a shortlist of groups you went to. Svinta went on, eagerly.
[Magical Horsetamers] and [Beast Masters] who can raise such animals are rarer, but give me leave and I will have flying [Pegasus Riders] and shock Bicorn troops who can push back even the best of the King of Destructions forcesand Medains!
She and Mulre looked at Jecaina. Both of them wanted a good amount of gold from the treasury. Jecaina had to think it over.
General Lael certainly wanted both groups. Lyfelt, as always, didnt want to spend too much money, and cautioned her on that. But faced with gold she couldnt useor only to bribe Medain with or hire expensive [Mercenaries]? Jecaina advanced both River Wardens the gold and heard within the week that the first [Riders] were being transitioned to new steeds from the existing stocks, and breeding programs set up.
Excellent, excellent. Jecaina oversaw the redistribution of some of the refugees, made sure that food was being supplied, and after six days, felt like she was getting a handle on things. The day after agreeing to the new initiatives by Mulre and Svinta and placating Medain, she fell asleep and heard it again.
[Queen (Temporary) Level 28!]
[Skill Kingdom: Quickened Breeding (Animals) obtained!]
A lot of parenthesisor however her mind interpreted itbut she woke up smiling. Over breakfast, Jecaina received word that Reim had taken the largest border-fortress. The next day, Medains forces pushed in from one of the two passes and swallowed fifteen miles around the pass.
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Shepherd Zamea led an army against the stronghold with Orthenon, the Kings Steward. General Lael circled, unwilling to fight the Kings Steward, who could summon an army of ghostly warriorshe had come in full force with Parasol Stroll sending spells shooting across the distance.
But neither side actually engaged in a melee. Zamea and six of her kin took the stronghold fortress, fortified and garrisoned with Jecrass troopsfrom a distance.
She hurled huge stones with her kin, smashing them into the walls. A catapult! Lael saw defenders hunkering down as the quickly-erected and ensorcelled fortifications began to crumble.
She made a quick decision and ordered the evacuation. There was no choice. Orthenon was ready to smash Jecrass army. He let them go; this was a free fortress for his troops and he was shooting across to Belchan in another moment to fight the half-Elves and other armies.
Jecaina wanted to retake the fortress; Zamea had gone to fight Medain, so why not retake it? She sent Lael and three River Wardens to take back the stronghold, at a key point along a river.
Lael found a fortified keep in its place. Where Jecrass had built a quick wooden fort, having lost its actual border-forts in the west, along a riverbankthe fortress was now made of stone and had been reversed to defend itself against an attack from Jecrass side.
Stone parapets with sniper positions. Elevated ground and blockades to stymie horse charges. A few thousand could hold off ten thousand, and that was just the outside.
[The Kings Architect]. Jecaina had no idea what had been done until they all recalled the King of Destructions new Skill.
He had used it across Chandrar. She put her head in her hands. Especially when it turned out that Reim was using that as a choke point to stymie counter-raids and fall back to.
Unfair, unfairthe King of Destruction had done it again.
Its like the days of his conquests. Drevish the [Architect]. He did this all the time. The King of Destruction would take a valuable position and turn it into an unassailable bastion so he could pull back and hold the enemy there.
Can we take it? What about Pegasus Riders? Warden Svinta?
The Warden looked uncomfortable.
We have eighteen fliers ready to go, your Majesty. We wouldnt be able to ferry troops in or assault from above for
Jecaina realized they had lost another fort. And that meant the lines had to be altered; neighboring forts were at risk, and they had to build another defensive line.
More gold, more headaches. More fear. That was bad enough.
The next day, Medain marched forces down the Merrina Pass and seized the land around it. They didnt take the border-city or try the walls, but they began fortifying their own area. Lael was poised to attack, but Medain had sent heavy, heavy infantry and an army of equal size to all Lael could muster.
The entire day, Jecaina was shouting at Lyfelt. The former [Prime Minister] was shooting off desperate communiques. But the truth washed messed up.
High King Perric wrote to Jecaina privately. His exact words were fortifying against Reims aggression that Medain might come to Jecrass aid. And certainly, he was threatening Reim.
However, Warden Svinta put it best. The old woman snapped at Lyfelt as, hair a mess, he tried to explain it.
You made him think her Majesty didnt have the will and he swept in and took our pass! You gave him an inch, now he wants an acre!
Jecaina feared she was right. Lyfelt spluttered.
Itit looks bad. But he still is being more reasonable and not using Raelt against us. We have to weigh the benefits and negatives, your Majesty, Wardens.
As in, losing part of Jecrass? What if he does it again?
This is where I have to convince him that the repercussions to you would be too great, your Majesty. Give me another chance
Four days passed. Then, almost like they had timed it, Reim, a force with Zamea, Orthenon, and the others again, took the border fortress adjoining the first one. They had to manually fortify, but left a half-Giant and skilled [Archers]. Medain, to counter their aggression, informed Jecaina they were taking the city along the pass.
She had the choice of fightingwhich Lyfelt urged her not to do so for Raelts sake and Perrics egoor evacuating it.
She did the latter. Jecaina sat in her rooms at night and stared at the pieces of Jecrass map that had just vanished. She realized something else at this point.
Her Wardens, Lyfelteven General Lael. They werent enough.
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Here was the question. Was it Lyfelt? Was it a River Warden? Lael?
Did she have traitors who were manipulating her?
Jecaina actually wished it were so. Because she feared the truth was they were outmatched.
Lyfelt might have failed, but he had done his best. She felt like that was so, and she had read all of his sickening letters in her name to Perric, and the High Kings superior responsesbut even trying to be kind, assuring her that her father was well, that he had personally checked in on him
And indeed, Medain was not threatening the other passes, just the ones closest to Reims held Jecrass territory. So her fear was not treacherynot entirely. It was just the same issue that had plagued Raelt.
They were outmatched. Plain and simple. Put them up against each other. General Lael vs Orthenon. Warden Mulredead gods, Mulre, Svinta, and Elaire and two dozen others against one Zamea. Lyfelt vs Perric.
Loss, loss, loss
We have to pit Medain and Reim against each other.
Lyfelt came to the same conclusion as Mulre and the others. He framed it as a good thing in disguise. He hated admitting failure or that something was bad. The River Wardens were more blunt.
This is a disaster, your Majesty. But we can salvage it. Medain and Reim are staring at each other. Time to let them fight and hold this line.
Jecaina nodded. They pulled back more, so Medain and Reim swept into the new ground and were now locking borders. They waited.
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So Jecaina ordered a [Sniper]-type [Archer] to hit [Mages]. Reim had to disguise themor figure out different methods, or just not leave workers and groups without a lot more archer and cavalry support. Which slowed them.
And suddenly, they were reacting to Jecrass. Just a bit.
Well, it worked right until Zamea lost her patience and broke another fort in two. And Medain was still grabbing land.
[Queen (Temporary) Level 29!]
[Skill Unit: Bows of Sand obtained!]
And they became more obnoxious still. Especially when it turned out the Unit allowed [Archers] to fire sand arrows just as well as the [Slingers].
Sand in the face!
It was a valid tactic.
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Twenty four days into her rule, and Jecaina was calling Fetohep once, even multiple times a day. It surprised her that he had this much time, but she couldnt help it. She kept telling herself it might be a bad idea to take advice from another rulerbut who else could she turn to?
Fetohep was surprised for different reasons. Mostly, that someone else had time to talk at all hours. Kevin didnt. Even the news had lulls.
But what really surprised and even gratified him wasJecaina of Jecrass was listening to his advice and acting on it.
Hed actually seen the reports of Jecrass successful raids in the news. Which gave him a curious sense of immense satisfaction.
Did Kevin listen to his platitudes on artisanship and act on it? Not that Fetohep could see. So, he listened to Jecaina talking about the war.
Its Medain and Reim. Theyre both attacking Jecrass; we cant fight both at once!
Fetohep was playing chess against an opponent from afar. He moved a piece and it was sent via [Message] spell in chess notation. A new thing proposed by Chess Weekly, from Liscor. He was, of course, winning. Good opponents were hard to find. Some fancied themselves skillful since they had practiced every day since it had been invented, a few years ago by Niers Astoragon.
Fetohep practiced while they slept.
Jecaina Leysars. If two mongrels attack you from either side, let them bark at each other before finishing the wounded victor.
He rather liked that old platitude. Jecaina snorted at the comparison to the two nations and their leaders, whom Fetohep held in pretty much that level of esteem.
Your Majesty Khelt, even my River Wardens and advisors suggested that. It didnt work. Im afraid neither side is that stupid.
They played with how they addressed each other. Fetohep checkmated his opponent.
Queen Leysars. Stupidity may be encouraged. If a tactic does not work, I suggest employing methods to make it succeed before abandoning the idea outright. A fool uses a spear to simply jab; every tool can be utilized in many ways.
How so?
Jecaina fumbled for a piece of paper as Fetohep smiled. Well, he was always smilingbut this time he meant it.
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The Glorious Army of Medain roused themselves to take another piece of land the next day. They had been bored; marching in, seizing cities, demanding their surrenderbut the Queen of Jecrass, who was rumored to lack any of her fathers spine, had wisely not provoked Medain as of yet.
Aside from skirmishes, perhaps ordered by the damned River Wardens and the sand-[Archers], no large-scale conflict had taken place.
Of course, the [General] knew it was going to happen at some point. Jecrass, or Reim. Jecrass was weak so it wouldnt be more than 1-3 battles. But Reim? He was sweating fighting the half-Giants, [Mages], and the Steward, but High King Perric had engaged Reim on Belchans front so if it came to that, Medain would bring the hammer down.
The next city they came to would fall like the first. A [Messenger] was sent bearing the flag.
Surrender to the Kingdom of Medain or face the consequences! High King Perric seizes this city!
The man roared up at the walls. The defenderswhat few of them remained, Jecrass having apparently abandoned the place and run with their tails between their legs againshouted back. The [General], having a drink in the summers heat, heard them shout back.
But weve already surrendered!
What?
The [Messenger] stared up at the walls. The [General]s head snapped around. Had another part of his armyhis cheeks bulged and he spat out his wine.
Reims flags were on the walls. The people within shouted that Reim had already taken this city.
Do we take it, sir? It doesnt look garrisonedthey might have known we were coming.
Holdwe have orders not to battle Reim until we take the capital or his Majesty orders. Move
The [General] was cursing. He decided to take another stronghold and sent [Riders] ahead to force the surrender.
That city was already Reims. And the nextMedains army came to a standstill as the [General] realized that Reim had swept in and taken every border settlement. Medains army was effectively surrounded by land now held by Reim, not Jecrass.
How did it come to this?
He sent urgent word to the capital as he sent more [Scouts] ahead. What he found made a pit open in his stomach.
Jecrass forces were in full retreat across the border to the capital. Reim was advancing non-stop and apparently, Queen Jecaina was considering surrender. To Reim!
They must have lost a huge battle. If they took Jecrass
The capital had the same thought as the [General]. They had to take Jecrass first! Medains army changed directions.
They ploughed straight into Reims battle lines to slow Zameas advance while more armies were mustered and sent to end the war.
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The first clash between Medain and Reim in Jecrass probably surprised the hell out of Shepherd Zamea, leading the forces there. But she must have concluded Medain was ready to fight at last.
Jecaina was mostly surprised the ruse worked. What if Medain called the bluff? What if they realized those were stolen flags, or just decided to take the cities?
A man or woman roused to haste makes mistakes never borne in slow certainty.
Fetohep explained it to her in another of his platitudes. The fact that Jecrass would pretend to be defeatedthe audacity had sold the lie as much as anything. Moreover, it was here that Lyfelts posturing as Jecaina had actually paid off.
Ironically, he hated the idea. Because, the [Prime Minister] pointed out, this meant war. Medain would now be going for Jecrass capital to end the two-pronged conflict.
Sure enough, more armies began coming down the pass and Jecaina amended her policy to fight both Medain and Reim. At least Reim and Medain were now battling it out. But was she in a better place?
Perhaps. Because the King of Destruction used his [Army of the King] and sent the southern battle lines into an uproar. He crushed Medains army on the Belchan front with his [Steward].
And a month later, Jecaina was still [Queen]. When even Fetohep had predicted Jecrass would be destroyed.
But they were still giving groundfightingpeople dying. Jecaina felt thirty years older, not thirty days.
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The [Queen] of thirty days was also looking forwards to Level 30. She understood her class was temporaryso too might be her Skills.
If she became a [Princess], she might change her Skills and certainly her class. If she became[Queen]she would keep it.
Level 30 might give her a Skill worthy of fighting back Reim and Medain. It might.
But in truth, she knew her father had hit Level 30had changed to a new class and still he had failed to stop Reim alone.
The war continued, and she held on. She did better than anyone could have dreamed, but not because she was that brilliant.
Rather, Jecaina had learned a truth known to only a few people. Trey Atwood being one of them. And it was this: Fetohep of Khelt had excellent advice.
Not just good advice. He wasnt just smart, but a six hundred year old ruler. When he gave you a battle tactic, or idea, he had seen it work or fail. He had the best advice she could hope for, and his little flourishes had turned ideas her advisors had into workable plans. No single grain of wisdom was an enchanted arrowbut they added up.
He was so helpful. And she had begun to respect the King of Khelt, who was clearly bored as could be. She had, in fact, talked with him more than even Trey Atwood at this point.
That was why Jecaina knew Jecrass was still going to lose. Advice was helpful. But it still didnt stop Zamea from swinging her axe. The Kings Steward was still leading his forces and he was using his Skills.
A strange calm had descended over the palace. One of the bastions along the River Celed had fallen and River Warden Mulre was defending his lands.
Another defeat in a litany of defeats. But then, why was the [Queen] smiling?
It was not a happy smile. But the [Servants], racing about to placate the angry or distraught, stopped. The River Wardens halted in their urgent war council.
You are dismissed for the day. I know what must be done.
They opened their mouths to argueand looked at their [Queen]. Lyfelt was the only one who voiced a protest. Perhaps because familiarity had blinded him.
Queen Jecaina sat on her throne. The speaking stone next to her. A voice began speaking the moment she turned it on.
Ah, Jecaina. Good. I was reviewing the last battle. General Lael did her best, but it seemed to me on the eighth replay of the battle that a few elements could stand to be improved. Are you familiar with the Cavel Charge formation? That, and if you changed the placement of your fortifications
Fetohep. Thank you, but it wont be necessary.
In his throne room, the King of Khelt was offended.
Do you intend to cede more ground, Jecaina? Or is my advice no longer necessary?
He huffed. Jecaina smiled. And it was in her voice.
It is not necessary, Fetohep. Because it is over. Your advice has prolonged this war. But I am only fighting Zamea. More of Medains forces arrive day by day. You helped me fight Reim and Medain. But I will never win.
If you reach Level 30
I will be twenty levels behind the Kings Steward. And still behind Perric. This war was lost, even had you personally commanded my armies and I followed your every word from day one.
He was silent. This time, the young woman told him the truth. At last, he sat back and thought about the thirty days that had passed.
It is a strange thing. But we began talking and I suppose I began offering comments, from monarch to monarch.
Yes. FetohepJecrass is dying.
He knew that too. But why did it pain him, all of a sudden? Nations rose and fell. Jecaina spoke, abruptly.
Fetohep of Khelt. I speak to you not as Jecaina. But as Queen Leysars of Jecrass.
He did not sit up; his posture was perfect. But Fetohep focused on her voice.
Then we greet you as Fetohep of Khelt.
She nodded. As he had taught her, she spoke smoothly. Ruler to ruler. A month ago, she had been a [Princess]. Raelts child.
In the name of the Realm of Jecrass, I thank you for your support. I will not forget what you have done for Jecrass. And yet, my kingdom is ending. And I am not my father. Fetohep of Khelt, I see few routes into the future that do not end in the deaths of countless people, fighting to the last. Tell me. What would it cost for Jecrass to summon Khelt to war?
He froze on his throne. In distant Khelt, Fetoheps golden eyes burned. He turned his headand for a second, the warriors living in death stirred at their posts.
For a moment. Then, Fetohep sat back. And his answer was the same.
I regret, Queen of Jecrass, that Khelt does notthat is to saywe do not go to war for foreign interests. Only for Khelts safety. Thus it has been and ever is.
I see.
Jecaina nodded. It was not the first time she had asked. It was an obvious thought.
But it was the last time she would ask. She had hopedbut she knew Fetohep by now. She smiled.
Then, Fetohep, I fear I must make my decision.
Reconsider, Queen Jecaina. Whatever you plan, always think in calmness.
He urged her. Fetohep drummed his fingers on the armrest of his throne. Such a strange, living gesture.
If Jecrass should fallit is not the end. A captive people can still rally. Vassalization is likewise not the end. If the war drags on, your advisor may be right that Medain will sign a peace treaty for the gains it already has. And ultimatelyshould the throne fallI offer you sanctuary in Khelt.
It was Jecainas turn for her eyes to open wide.
You mean it, Fetohep?
He had not conceived it a moment ago, but in the second he spoke, Fetohep was sure.
Yes. Does Jecrass fall, I offer you the safety of Khelt no matter who might follow. Merely cross my borders and you will be safe as long as Khelt endures. That is the promise of Khelts ruler.
She exhaled. He meant it. If the King of Destruction brought an army and demanded her
But only Khelt. So she smiled and thanked him.
You are kind, Fetohep. It seems at this point the wisest thing to do iskneel. To Medain, Reim, Nerrhavia, even.
Sometimes one must. Khelt has knelt.
Yes. So why can I not?
The [Queen] stood up. She carried her speaking stone through her palace, talking lightly, walking, nodding at [Servants] who bowed, and watched her. She came to a hallway where the sun was visible, where a [King] used to toss oranges on peoples heads. She lingered there, a moment.
I know what is practical, necessary. ButI think I took the King of Destructions words too much to heart, Fetohep. I cannot bow. My father, my family, guarded and tended Jecrass. I love this place. Its silly to feel like its minebut I cant bear to throw it away. Not me. I would rather die. But I know what you would do. Because you love your people.
He was silent, listening. Jecaina gulped and went on.
Better to be a vassal. Yes. I am not an idiot. I will not let stubborn pride kill my people, because it would be my fault. But Fetohepthank you for your offer. But I could never be your subject.
He stirred.
I would not expect you to be.
She nodded. Jecaina saw Jecrass glimmering in front of her. She gulped.
I still hopeFetohep? I hope though, even if I am never your citizen? I could count you as a friend?
Of course. I already do so.
Thank you.
Fetohep listened, as the young woman made mortal sounds. Gulping. Breathing heavily. They were not so foreign. Not so unpleasant as they had been in his long death.
Fetohep. You have helped me more than I realized. Because now, today, at lastI know what I am. I know my value. I know the weight of my words, the breadth of my knowledge. And because I know myselfI know that I am not enough to win this war. I am not wise enough. I am not smart enough. I am not strong enough. Butit might be vanity. Yet I feel that if I had enough timeI might have done a better job. If I had a year, half a decadebut I dont. I do not deserve my kingdom. I wish I did.
Tears ran down her cheeks. Jecaina spoke.
Thank you for helping me, Fetohep.
Jecaina, I
She turned off the speaking stone. Placed it on the balcony, and stepped away. With heavy steps, she did what must be done. Fetohep didnt know what it was.
Half-risen from his throne. He stood there. Then, the King of Khelt seized the speaking artifact. He hurled it across the throne room, seized a weapon from one of the undead guards
His servants cowered. Fetohep split the floor of his throne room.
His fury was over in a moment. But it was a rage of despair, more than true anger. He stood there, not breathing hard, but eyes flaring bright in their sockets.
If only.
That was all he said. Measured words even as he calculated the cost of repairs, the necessitybut inside a voice was screaming.
If only! If only Jecaina Leysars had the time not afforded to her! If only she hadfor she might be a great [Queen]. Her words had echoed what the best of them had said.
He stood there, head bowed, for a long time.
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Jecaina Leysars, who would be the last [Queen] of Jecrass, had no more Fetohep. She had relied on himbut a [Queen] leveled by herself. That was why she had not hit Level 30, even though she had begun to act as one.
She knew herself. And that knowledge was power. She knew her ignorance, and the limitations of her advisors. And that was a strength.
She knew a great man, a ruler, who sat dead on his throne was wiser than she. She knew her enemies might be granderand it was not a poor thing to admit this.
If there was any wisdom Jecaina had, she would put it to use today. An end to it.
It was harder than she thought. Oh, some of it was not. Jecaina went to her study and wrote down a few words. She checked themreread them, made them better.
Lyfelt had taught her that. Write down speeches; some people were good at impromptu lines, but you made mistakes. She thought about that as she prepared [Messages].
Aca. Tell the [Court Mage] these are to be sent with highest urgency to the following. Have the [Court Mage] report to me instantly when he is done; I will have him accompany me so I can respond. Andthis to the Mages Guild, I suppose.
She handed missives out. Aca hurried them along. Jecaina sat back.
The Mages Guild was fastest as the [Court Mage] got to work. Theygave her their regrets. Wistram decided.
Send a [Message] to Wistram, then.
Jecaina heard back from them almost instantly. She read the reply and grimaced.
Wistram Academy is not able to afford scrying [Mages] to all parties at this time
A stock response. Well, it was a slight delay. Jecaina sat there. She waited, tapping a finger on the chair. She did not have to wait long.
Queen Yisame was first. Then anotheranotherhalf replied in the hour. Yisame had questions; they all did.
Fetohep had taught her how to talk to rulers. Direct, diplomaticunyielding despite being a broken kingdom in war.
A speaking stone was arranged. A male voice, surrounded by the chatter of an entire court.
Does this one speak to her Majesty, Queen Jecaina of Jecrass? I am Minister
Jecaina instantly handed the stone off to the [Court Mage]. She refused to speak to the man. After some negotiation, she heard a female voice, bemused.
I am Queen Yisame of Nerrhavias Fallen. Do I speak to Queen Jecaina of Jecrass?
Yes, your Majesty Yisame. Thank you for speaking with me. May we converse of matters of state?
The woman audibly hesitated. Unnerved by Jecainas poise, perhaps expecting a different person from what she understood.
It is permissible, yes. Your [Message] intrigues us. We agree with reservation. How shall it be done?
The [Queen] smiled again. She adjusted her crown and spoke. That was unimportant, really.
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Wistram Academy was used to fielding requests for airtime by now. They didnt even keep track of who asked unless you were royalty or important.
And even thenQueen Jecaina, labeled as Princess Jecaina was shuffled to the bottom of a list a bored [Mage] was keeping.
There were more important things to do! A schedule to keep! No one had time for your little parade or
Excuse me, High Maguswe just received word that Queen Yisame is requesting a scrying mage? From Nerrhavia? She can supply the image herself, actually.
The High Mage sat up.
Nerrhavias Fallen? You verified, of course?
Um
Now this was what his job was for. He sent a quick [Message] to the team working Pallass News Network that they might need to adjust their broadcast. Of course, even Yisame had to wait, but Wistram treated with her carefully
High Magus! The King of Destruction is demanding a scrying mage!
The High Mage promptly forgot about Yisame. He spun.
Is there a war? A battle? Is he just bored again?
He says its a matter of state! He wants the one with him to begin broadcasting on the hour!
Queen Yisame
Tell her to wait. Erthat we cannot accommodate her now.
The [High Mage] was sweating. He hurried over to the [Mage] taking the [Messages]. But the first one called out.
No, High Magus. The King of Destruction is saying that Queen Yisame and he both want another [Mage] inJecrass.
Now the High Magus slowed. He turned and pointed a wand at his head.
[Amplify Hearing]. What did you say?
The [Mage] held out the [Messages] helplessly.
Queen Yisame of Nerrhavias Fallen in conjunction with the King of Destruction demand that scrying mages be sent to the following kingdoms and rulers
A prickling feeling ran down the [High Mage]s back. He stared as a third [Message] came in. This one fromhe turned.
Get me the Pallass News Network team.
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Jecrass had been unable to secure a single Wistram [Mage] even asking in advance. It turned out that other rulers could get whatever they wanted from Wistram just by speaking, not even bothering to shout.
And the King of Destruction did shout. And Wistram, despite being officially at odds with him, moved. They did not know why they were moving, first. Nor did Pallass News Network.
High King Perric was waiting to see his armys glorious push into Jecrass; he had informed them of the timing. What he got was a yawning Drassi, sitting up and dully reporting the advance. Perric scowled. He hated her.
The feeling was mutual. The Drakes eyes opened as someone began to whisper off-screen, though. She sat up, excitedly.
Hold on, people. We might not be watching Medain right now. Im getting word of a live event taking place. Chandrarstay tuned. Wait. WaitJecrass? Slow downwere coveringno? The King of Destruction?
Parts of Perric puckered up at the name. That man! That man had better not
The image of Medains army marching and singing praises of their High King vanished. Perric rose from his seat with an oath.
Get me the Wistram Mage! Now and
His words were choked off as Flos Reimarchs face popped into view. He was staring at High King Perric. The man nearly climbed out of his throne until he realized
This was the broadcast. Drassi herself recoiled in the foreground.
Aha. So its working, is it? Am I first? Good.
Flos Reimarch boomed. Someone spoke.
Your Majesty, youre too close. Pleaseallow us to
They backed up. The King of Destruction appeared in view. He was standing, in a war tent, location unknown. Perrics hands clenched into fists at the sight of him.
That damned man! He had humiliated Medain and beaten himnow he was upstaging Medains hour of triumph again? Were there no limits to how far he would sink?
Perric was about to castigate the Wistram [Mage] and demand to know what was going on when someone else appeared. And the screensplit.
Queen Yisame of Nerrhavias Fallen appeared on the left side of the screen. Flos on the right. he was staring at something and blinked.
Ah. I see her! And myself! Queen Yisame.
Flos Reimarch.
The [Queen] blinked a few times, and then sat back. She was on her throne. It was perhaps the first time the two rulers had met face-to-face in an age. Perric stared.
Fascinating. I am here. So are youare we waiting on the rest?
It appears so. King of Destruction, it pleases me you acceded to this moment despite the war between our kingdoms.
Ah, well, it is gracious of you to do so. Besides whichwould you mind ceasing your invasion? It is getting rather tiring, swatting down your chariots as they buzz about like flies.
She smiled thinly.
Nerrhavia will see Reim fall within the month, King of Destruction. But perhaps this is not the time to debate your kingdom?
He gave her a wolf of a grin.
What in the name of Selphids foul tits is going on here?
Perric roared. The High King saw another face appear. And this time it was
Femithain?
Yes! Magus-Crafter Femithain of Illivere sat back at his desk, adjusting his spectacles.
Ah, I see I amconnected. Thank you, Magus.
He nodded to someone off-screen. The rulers seemed to be using stationary artifacts rather than the shakier live [Mages] who could broadcast events.
Yisame blinked at Femithain. She tried to speak, but was drowned out by Flos as he crowded closer to the camera again.
Is that Magus-Crafter Femithain? Finally, a ruler who hasnt declared war as of yet!
Yisame frowned in the background. Femithain blinked. He inclined his head.
Your Radiant Majesty, Queen Yisame, King of Destruction. Greetings. I assume I am not late?
Not at a
Not at all. Incidentally, Magus-Crafter, I hear your Golems are quite extraordinary! Would you care to sell some to me? Illivere hasnt responded to my requests. How is Nsiia? I trust she is being treated well?
Flos was louder than Yisame, to her clear annoyance. Femithain hesitated and was spared having to answer as someone else appeared.
The screen split further. Drassi actually disappeared as more faces popped into view. Perric stared. He realized each one was a ruler of their land.
Next, was the leader of the Claiven Earth, their Treespeaker or whatever his name was. He appeared and Flos jabbed at the half-Elf, who ignored him completely to greet the other two leaders.
Thenand thensix rulers appeared.
Flos Reimarch, King of Destruction.
Queen Yisame of Nerrhavias Fallen.
Femithain, Magus-Crafter of Illivere.
The Treespeaker of the Claiven Earth.
Orjin of Pomle, the Strongest balancing on a pile of rocks.
And Fetohep of Khelt.
Perric recoiled at the sight of the last ruler. Even Femithain blinked; Yisame was not so subtle, nor the Treespeaker.
Orjin didnt appear to care, but Flos frowned.
Youre attending this too, Fetohep? I didnt know you were invited.
I have acceded to this meeting of thrones, King of Destruction. Not for your benefit. Far stranger that you are present when the Quarass of Germina is not. Perhaps she is busy.
Six rulers. Perric knew the Strongest of Pomle, even if he didnt know Orjin. Why was the man balancing on rocks? Yisame kept staring as wellnot to mention at the fact that Orjin was relatively bare-skinned.
Is this appropriate for the meeting, Strongest of Pomle?
The Treespeaker of the Claiven Earth looked similarly uncomfortable. Orjin opened his eyes.
I am not sure what this meeting is about. My [Secretary] informed me I should take part. So here I am.
A Drake hurried to whisper to him. He leaned over, still balancing on one leg.
Six rulers. And High King Perric realized they were not including him in this, but it was a number of powerful rulers in his region. And secondthey were waiting for someone.
Are those Wistram [Mages] not in position yet? Theyre covering the war! Whom do I have to shout at?
The King of Destruction is, for once, correct. Nerrhavia does not wait on technical issues. Where is her Majesty? We have all agreed to come here at her request; does Wistram seek to offend all our thrones?
Yisame snapped at an unseen speaker. Perric frowned. Her Majesty? Orjin frowned.
What are we doing? Explain it slower, Salii.
Strongest of Pomle, this meeting was agreed to by all the rulersand one [Secretary], it seemsto decide
Femithain was addressing Orjin as Flos shouted something in the background. The Speaker of Trees was frowning around, trying to get a word in edgeways as the first mass-call devolved into chaos. Fetohep was engaging in a lengthy greeting to Yisame, who was trying to listen while addressing someone off-screen
Then she appeared. PrincessnoQueen Jecaina Leysars of Jecrass sat on her throne. Perric stared.
The rulers looked up.
Ah. There you are.
Flos grinned. Fetoheps golden gaze locked on her. Jecaina stared at somethinga glowing scrying orb, and then looked up.
The camera and her personal viewing lens were not in the same place. And she was sitting on her thronea bit away from the camera.
High King Perric stared. What was going on?
Rulers of Chandrar, your Majesties, Magus-Crafter, Speaker of Trees, and Strongest of Pomle. Thank you for agreeing to this meeting.
Queen Jecaina spoke. She inclined her head and all the rulers did likewise, even Flos. They knew what was going on.
Perric did not. But he didnt like it. Andseeing Jecaina now, instead of the fawning letters begging for this or thatshe did not seem like a helpless young woman overwrought by her crown.
Another copper penny dropped. The High King realized a lot of things in that moment. He might have acted on the rampant fury rushing through him, but everything became clear to the audienceand himselfthe next moment.
Queen Jecaina looked at the scrying orb. She was smilingbut it wasnt a real smile. It was unhappy, and she looked young and old. The crown sat on her head, as if she had forgotten it was there, so much it had been a part of her.
Hello. I am Queen Jecaina Leysars of Jecrass. To those watchingI have called upon six great rulers of Chandrar, wise and knowledgeable leaders of their nations all. Each one I trust for different reasons, even if we are at odds
She nodded at Flos and he inclined his head with a smile.
to weigh in on a decision that has haunted me since I was crowned. I am young to the throne of Jecrass, and have not reached a verdict in an issue ofmorality. Judgment. ThusI asked for the aid of a council of my peers.
High King Perric felt something was wrong here. Where was he, Perric? Medain? Hello? He called for the Wistram [Mage].
But no one was answering his [Message] spells. Jecaina went on.
The issue is the heart of the war between Reim and Jecrass. A tragicno, horrific incident for which my father was forced to go to war over. An event we all witnessed. Pleasebring him in.
She turned her head. And Perric, the watching world, saw a man slowly led forwards by a pair of [Soldiers].
Lyfelt of Belchan. The man was terrified. Alsogagged. He stood there, staring at Jecaina. Perric sat back.
Dead gods, shes going to execute him in front of everyone.
He was of course, wrong. He did not know Jecaina.
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Fetohep of Khelt had not been told what was happening. He had agreed, instantly, but the King of Khelt, to some, their first time realizing that an undead held the throne, sat there, eyes flashing golden as he and the others listened. Jecaina did not need to speak overly long.
All know Lyfelt of Belchan. That my father defended himor the slaughter of Belchans rulership and their families
I reneged on the families.
Flos interrupted. Jecaina looked at him and he sat back. He was quivering with fury. Jecaina spoke on.
my father, King Raelt of Jecrass, did not decide Lyfelts fate. The King of Destruction would have his deathand all of his officialsto end this war. I refused, just as my father did. Jecrass should not give up a mans life even when threatened. Yet. The issue weighed on me, because injustice was done. A tribe of Gnolls, slaughtered nearly to the last. More victims. How am I to judge a man who was my fathers friend? Who raised me? Whomight not have known?
Her head bowed for a second. Then it rose.
I understand that I do not have the scope to pass judgmentor the impartiality. Thus, I requested six of the most trusted rulers available. You sit now, rulers of Chandrar, in judgment. Seven thrones shall decide Lyfelt of Belchans fate. Whether he is guilty or not. I shall abstain, unless a deciding vote is needed.
This was television! Drassi was dancing in her studio since she wasnt on air. And she wanted to be part of this one.
But this was a time only for the rulers. They were live. Their peopleother rulers, viewers watched this. A mans fate. Lesser [Kings] were not invited.
And Jecrass people watched Jecaina. So did Lyfelt. He looked accusing. Betrayed. PleadingJecaina met his gaze.
So. Then. Let there be justice for all to see, from minds wiser than mine.
She met Fetoheps gaze. And he bowed slightly to her.
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The trial of Lyfelt of Belchan was simple. Chaotic, yes, confused, yet.
Half wanted to speak first. Some spoke over each other, in outburstsat one point, the Speaker of Trees son came in to ask if he wanted to pickhe was hurried out of sight.
Orjin of Pomle began practicing punches until he was asked to stop. Nsiia poked her head in to stare at Flos.
Wistrams viewer-count was skyrocketing. They were breaking all records. War? Forget war. The life of a single man was at stake here.
Gnolls were watching. And Jecaina presided.
She hadnt thought she would, but when Fetohep kept calling Flos boy, or child-king, someone had to stop Flos from retorting. Someone had toso she ended up asking people to wait, or be silent.
They all spoke. Flos first. He did not need to speak overly long.
I will have Lyfelts head. And no force will compel me otherwise. I will have his headthe head of his officialsyou saw the slaughter. Need I describe it? Need I ask the boy who watched his tribe die? If I must, to convince you that he is dead, I will. Even if every nation tries to oppose me, I will lead my kingdom to Rhirs hell to see him dead.
It was not a classic trial as Earthers knew it. Because the defense was Lyfelt himself. And he spoke.
I did not know, your Majesties. I did not. Believe me! I may have beenflippantbut how was I to know what one village would do?
Cross-examination was every ruler. Some spoke more than others.
Some were more at home than others. The Speaker of Trees was actually far more comfortable than Femithain. Both decided matters like this, but Femithain didnt like being on air all the time.
Orjin likewise. Yisame seemed equally unsure, but she actually played to the audience, reacting to the other rulers.
Fetohep was most at ease. As if he was born to be seen by countless people; then again, he had no mortal tics. He vied for the most speaking time.
You could spin out the trial into a story of its own. A long debate. Arguments. Pettiness. But the end was all that mattered.
Lyfelt begged. He pleaded. He insulted the King of Destruction, trying to play to his audience, use Skillsbut his judges were rulers far removed. He stood firm, shrank back on his convictions.
Jecaina saw him clearly. He was not a bad man.
Nothat wasnt right. He might be, but he had not set out to be one. He had compromised morals she would not. He was greedy, careless
Did that mean he should suffer for ignorance? In the end, six rulers spoke.
I will have him dead. Nothing said sways me.
The King of Destruction was predictable. Femithain, the Magus-Crafter, somewhat likewise. He stared at Lyfelt, and there was dislike even behind his eyes after all was said and done. Lyfelts hair was messy, he was sweating and pale.
I say that as a ruler, laws passed, crimes committed under your governance reflect on those at the top. This tragedy was eminently preventable. I do not vote in favor of death, and I do not hold all of Belchans leadership to blame, as I have reiterated. But I do find Lyfelt guilty of the crimes laid at his feet.
It seemed split then, and then the Speaker of Trees stood. Lyfelt turned to him and Flos frowned deeply, because the half-Elf had seemed as peaceable as Femithain.
And Jecaina had sworn to break the tie, or uphold a majority. The half-Elf looked into the camera, and spoke.
As one of two non-Humans present
He nodded to Yisame. The Stitch Woman inclined her head.
I can only present my understanding of Belchan. I speak for the Claiven Earth in this matter, because I must, because I was asked. Because my insight may supersede others. With this in mind, I find Belchans attitude towards non-Humans telling. Gnolls were slaughtered, while Humans made their way to Reim with far less aggression. Lyfelt of Belchan knew of this. Children have died. EnoughI am a father. I say enough. The Claiven Earth do not suffer him to live.
The former [Prime Minister] turned white. He looked at the Treespeaker. The half-Elf stared at him, then his viewpoint turned dark. He did not even stay to watch.
Orjin of Pomle was next. He stood there, clearly unhappy with his decision. The big man spoke, at last, as [Martial Artists] stood, watching, behind him.
I am a [Martial Artist]. Strongest of Pomle. I rule on matters like this. When murder occursI rule on intent. Always, there is an option to let those accused seek death in a way they find honorable. But Pomle does not kill unless necessary. I cannot weigh this mans crimes.
He looked at Lyfelt. The man choked.
Strongest
Orjin ignored him. Jecaina slashed a hand and Lyfelt was gagged. Orjin went on.
Ignorance. Law. These sound like excuses. I do not believe Lyfelt is innocent. Nor will I see him dead. However he is punishedlet it be so. Give him to the families of the Gnolls, and that will be his death. Give him to the King of Destruction, and let that be his death. Or give him a chance for his own end. But he is guilty. That I cannot see the weight of it does not mean it is not there.
Hopeif there had been any for Lyfeltdwindled.
Queen Yisame and Fetohep were left. The [Queen] looked as though she had been planning to give a speech, but the eloquence of the others had made her reconsider. She looked into the camera and slowly extended a hand.
A single thumb, pointing down. She delicately withdrew it and sat back.
A gladiatorial gesture. Death.
The last was Fetohep. Some people turned away rather than stare at the revenant [King]. But he sat there, among the peers of Chandrar, a valuable voice. Jecaina smiled, but not really, at him.
And what will you, Fetohep of Khelt?
He waited a second, before replying.
Wisdom from my peers. It has been long since such a gathering of Chandrars rulers was called. And it was to rule on the fate of a throne then. Queen Jecaina of Jecrass.
He nodded at her. Yisame, Flos, Femithainall of them blinked at the gesture. Fetohep went on.
You invoke Khelts ruler. I rule as if it were one of my subjects, who art beloved, who committed such a crime. For a deed such as this?
His eyes flashed golden.
I would not even take their bones in service to Khelt, but bury them outside my realm in a place forgotten to time. Those who rule are responsible for the lives of all who pass in their domains. If they grant safety, their word is their bond. Lyfelt of Belchan dies.
It was done. Not even 1-5. Only Femithain and Orjin had even spoken out against death. By any measure
Jecaina rose, slowly. She looked at Lyfelt. Let me speak, the mans eyes begged. Let me try one last time
Now, the audience waited. The [Queen] looked around.
The leaders of Chandrar have spoken. Nothing more need be said. Lyfelt
She stumbled over her words.
Dies.
The man collapsed. Flos Reimarch smiled.
Let it be an end to this war, Queen Jecaina. The fate of the others we may debate. I will even accept the ruling. But LyfeltI shall order my armies back. Give him to my Steward and
No.
The King of Destruction stopped. Jecaina turned to face him.
King of Destruction, I called this conclave of authority to weigh in on Lyfelts fate. It is not for you to execute him. That burdenthat responsibility is mine. My father fought a war in the name of his principles. I will not give Lyfelt to you.
But he will die.
Yes.
The King of Destruction folded his arms. After a long moment, he nodded.
Very well. My cause to war with Jecrass is then
The war?
She interrupted him. Jecaina stood there, looking at Flos. She half-laughed.
King Reimarch. This war has gone beyond one mans fate. Even the fate of Belchan! You have brought death and destruction to Jecrass! Now, the vultures and hounds circle! You may believe there is no more cause to war with Jecrass, but we have cause to war with you!
He stared at her. Queen Yisame bestirred herself from her throne. Jecaina went on.
If you had not made warif you had suggested thisif you had asked my father to ride with you, or simply asked to exist in peace, perhaps we would have been allies. But King of Destruction, look at what you have done. You know how many of Jecrass lie dead. I do not accept your call to end the war. And you will return Jecrass lands.
Flos Reimarch blinked at her. Yisame applauded quietly. Orjin, Femithain, Fetohep, waited. The King of Khelt was grinning.
And yet. The King of Destruction shook his head lightly.
I understand your rage, Jecaina of Jecrass. But one of those dogs is barking from the north. If you will not make peace, then I caution you. Takhatres has returned to me. My Steward advances. Do you wish to make war despite knowing that?
She just looked at him.
I will not let Reim rule Jecrass, King of Destruction.
His eyes flickered. What had been something like admiration turned to
So be it. It grieves mebut my Steward shall see you before I. Let us hope whatever you intend can stop him. Either wayI thank you, Queen of Jecrass. Let justice be done.
He turned. His viewpoint went blank. But no one had missed the look he gave towards Queen Yisame. She looked at Jecaina. Fetohep slowly watched as all the viewpoints in the conference call turned dark.
His was last of all. He stared at himself.
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Thirty three days after her ascent to her throne, Queen Jecaina had shown herself to be a [Queen]. At least, so they told her.
It was time. Medain was coming for her. High King Perric had realized she was no dancing puppet, no frail girl.
The [Steward] was coming too. Her River Wardens had been admiring and horrified.
Jecaina was neither. She was calm. She knew what had to be done.
Tell Queen Yisame
She didnt say it just yet. She just sat there. The best option, after all, was the most expedient. But how bitter.
She had felt like a [Queen] there, just for a moment. And then
Lyfelt was dead.
She had not televised that. She had not made a spectacle of it. She had asked him and he had taken poison. She had not watched, but been told when he passed.
And she had wept for him. She had wept for her memory of the man. That it had come to this.
But it had beenjustice. As just as she could give him.
Fetohep had called her, afterwardswell, all of the rulers did, except for Orjin. To congratulate, talkeven the King of Destruction had asked her to reconsider and join him.
Oh, fleeting glory. But Fetohep had made her feel proud.
Well done, Queen Leysars. I did not suggest such an event.
You inspired me, King Fetohep.
But you have remade history on your own. For thatI express my candid admiration. May you reign well.
And they both knew what was coming. Jecaina had fixed her hair. She doubted Yisame would
If only. She wanted to be [Queen]! That was why. Jecaina had felt the level up building in her very marrow. But she hadnt slept. Not with Lyfelt. Not with
It mattered not. Tomorrow, she would find out what she was. Today, she greeted the dawn. If only. She thought of the one king she would have everbut she meant what she said.
Not even Fetohep would rule her. Could not, if she was who she was. Could Jecaina be a [Princess] again?
What would her father do? She stood there a moment. Then, she had an idea. It came down to her as she beheld Jecrass, green lands, the rivers, and in the distance, the smoke of approaching war. As she thought of the Herdmistress, the lack of time
Her conversations, the other rulers. The [Queen] of thirty days turned as Aca approached, pale.
Your Majesty? Yisame is waiting.
Tell her to wait a moment longer. I have one last
Queen Jecaina spoke one last time. Then she spoke to Queen Yisame. And delivered the bad news.
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Chandrar was still buzzing from the notable meeting of leaders. The Deliberation of Belchan was the working title that Pallass News Network was going with.
So there were eyes in place to see. The first word of it was the weather, fittingly enough.
A sandstorm blew over the land. So vast that it kept everyone indoors. Even Flos Reimarch, King of Destruction, wouldnt fight in that kind of weather.
He was supping with Teres for lunch, waiting on word from Orthenoneven he would probably halt to take Jecrass capital. Flos Reimarch was moody; he had ordered the [Steward] not to kill the Queen of Jecrass, but her words had bothered him.
Your Majesty!
Mars herself tore open the tent flaps. Flos looked up and was on his feet with sword in hand in a moment.
A sandstorm attack?
They were clashing with Nerrhavias Fallen. Teres had her sword out nearly as quick. Mars strode over to him.
No. Worse. Flos
She spoke. Teres heard a ringing in her ears. That couldnt be true. It just
The King of Destruction stood there, eyes wide. He looked at Mars. And then he exclaimed.
Of all the ways and things I imaginedis this the end of my kingdom?
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The first sighting of them was the border of the Shield Kingdom of Germina. [Scouts], the few of them on this border, more watching the Great Desert, were hunkering from the storm, but watchful for tricks.
They did not have to be keen-eyed. The whipping storm of sand, the most intense herebegan to reveal shapes. They stared as figures emerged from an angle they would have never dreamed of. They raised the alarm. But ReimGerminano one knew what had caused it.
But the first giant made of bones, coated in gleaming armor, walked over Khelts borders. And then another. And behind it came the legions of Khelt. Warriors without end.
Not the scrap warriors. Not the broken warriors that would drown enemies in numbers.
Khelts army. Clad in shining armor. Warriors in life and death.
First ten thousand. Then a hundred thousand. Then
A shape pierced the sandstorm as Wistrams news network arrived on the scene. [Mages] recoiled. Drassi screamed.
What is that thing?
It looked like no creature she had ever seen. Talltaller even than the giant skeletons! A moving fortress of dead, chitinous armor. Bone and chitin, moving, gigantic legs, tearing through the dust
Thatmight be one of the Jaws of Zeikhal. The greatest predators of Chandrar.
Sir Relz adjusted his monocle. The vast war monster crawled forwards. A creature mortal armies would tremble to behold. Andit had been altered.
A kind ofsaddleno, throne, was installed on its head. And guess who sat there?
Fetohep of Khelt. He carried an enchanted halberd and wore the armor of kings. Behind him marched legion. He saw the few forces at the border of Germina cower at the sight of him.
I am Fetohep of Khelt! Who will stand to bar my way?
His voice split the air. The watchers from Wistram, the forces of Reim, Germinafell back another mile. Fetohep saw the great beast he rode cover hundreds of feet with a single motion.
His armies marched. And standing with him were six figures. An archer, a warrior-mage, a
They were dead. Their skulls showing, fragments of skin clinging to their bodies. They were not as mighty as some of the greatest of Khelts protectors. But they stood with the king on his throne.
They were his comrades. Fetoheps mortal friends. Bodies still bearing their death-wounds.
We ride again.
He told them. They didnt move. They stood there, awaiting his orders. They were not Revenants. They had died before they could be made into ones with him.
His Queen had apologized for that. Weeping, if she could but still shed tears. Fetohep reached out to one of his friends and tried to recall
If only you were more than bone and decayed flesh. If only you had joined me in my long service, my boon friends, my companions unto death. What might I have been then?
He mourned them, even as they went to campaign once more. Fetohep halted and the countless undead, seemingly limitless in number, halted. They had crossed over Germinas border. Nowthe King of Khelt looked down at the few mortal figures among the legions. Commanders of Khelt all. They looked up at him.
Warriors of Khelt. We ride in Khelts name. Quicken your pace.
Below him, the first ranks of undead warriorsskeleton warriors, perhaps even at the level of Ghoulsmoved forwards. They began to walk. Then advanced to a trot.
Then they ran. They sprinted across the ground. The second rank followed. They sped upand never slowed down.
Khelts army began to advance at a fast pace. As fast as a skeletal body could sprint. Slower than a horse. But they did not slow the first hour, or the next.
While he rode, the King of Khelt received a speaking stone call. Hed brought it along, on the assumption it was needed.
Fetohep of Khelt. I cannot speak long. Butwhat are you doing?
The Quarass voice was breathy. She had to have noticed thearmysprinting across her lands.
I am engaged in the business of Khelt, Quarass. I would have asked permission to cross your lands, but this involves the safety of Khelt. I swear by my people no harm shall come to Germina save that it is offered. Will you allow me passage?
The business ofyes. But how is this Khelts security?
You will see.
Fetohep rather enjoyed hanging up on her. He continued his advance.
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No idea what has set Khelt off, is there, Noass?
None, Sir Relz. And thisI didnt know an army of undead could run like that. How is it possible?
The King of Khelt was why. Normally, Khelts strength lay only in its borders. But Fetohep had taken to the front in the first time incenturies.
And every nation in this region of Chandrar had stopped fighting. Nerrhavia, Medain, the Claiven Earthall were watching to see what was happening.
Reims armies were pivoting, trying to regroup. Butthe [Army of the King] had been used.
If ever there was a time to strike, it was now.
For two days his army marched. Only the living suffered. Yet they moved with fervor, after their king. He spoke to them, to the skies. To his long-dead companions.
They make much of Nerrhavias hordes! Mine are without limit! Medain is said to have all the treasures of a lifetime. Khelts vaults stretch beyond imagination. Reims forces once took all of Chandrar and the world by storm, but Khelts soldiers have gone further than the King of Destruction ever dared dream.
They had forgotten that fact. Fetoheps head turned. He spoke.
The world shall remember Khelt anew. And to my subjects who idle from passion to passionthey shall never want. Never yearn for needs. But let them dream. Let a passion be born into their hearts. Let the topic of every hour be war, and their dreams of glory. And let those who will it take up arms.
He was enacting decrees as he rode. For the first time, Khelt was calling its citizens who so desired to lead, to fightif they wished it.
Some would die. But for any who enlisted and fought for a years time, the right to bear children would be given.
After two days, the army of Reim met Fetoheps at the border of Hellios and Belchan. Fetohep had ignored former Queen Calliope asking his intentions, refused all hails for two days.
Now, he came to a stop. And he saw the Nomads of the Sky. The Steward of the King of Destruction
Not the King himself. But he was ready to ride on Fetoheps flank. The Steward, Zamea, Parasol Strollthey were all there. An army brought low only once in recent memory. Half-Giants, the legacy of old
The army of Khelt advanced and Reim shuddered for the first time in memory. For look upand remember.
My kin? My foremothers and forefathers?
Zamea whispered. She staredupat a giant of bone. Fetohep heard her voice from afar. He would have laughed.
All species had come to Khelt, large and small. They had been welcomed, the tallest of the world. And the rulers had only asked for their service in death.
Fetohep of Khelt! What are your intentions?
The [Ruinbringer Steward], Orthenon, bellowed. Fetohep did not reply. Orthenon turned.
Go.
A single rider shot across the ground, bearing a white flag. Fetohep watched the person advance.
Bone giants, bearing enchanted javelins, aimed, trackingbut he overruled the authority of the living.
Let her come. Halt the army.
He dismounted from the great war monster and claimed an undead horse instead. He rode through the silent ranks as the young woman bearing the white flag, Teresa Atwood, approached.
Flos had sent her north, believing only one person could speak to Fetohep ifshe was panting, winded from near non-stop travel.
Fetohep. Whatwhat are you doing?
The King of Khelts eyes were shining brighter than she had ever seen him. He wasimposing. He stared down at her, garbed in armor, holding the halberd.
He had been a great warrior in life. Teresa stared at his army and quailed.
My business is that of Khelts. Tell your Steward and your ruler, Teresa Atwood, that if they stand against me, I shall destroy them.
She flinched. Fetohep did not lie.
Is itwar?
Her voice quavered in the air. Fetohep tilted his head.
That depends on what his Majesty Reimarch wills. If he is amenableI shall allow him to flee without bringing him to battle.
What does that mean?
He told her. Teresas jaw dropped. She looked over her shoulder.
You cant just
It is done. I will not tarry, Teresa Atwood. Will the [Steward] retreat?
HeI think he will.
He had to. Orthenon was staring up at the giant of Chandrar, and Reim had fought 6-to-1 odds. Buta hundred to one?
This isnt war with Reim.
Teresa had to clarify. She was already turning her horse, which was terrified of Fetoheps dead one.
Not necessarily. But tell me. If I did tell you I intended to take Reimarchs headwhat would that man have said?
Fetohep was curious only about that. Teresa hesitated.
If you were going to destroy Reimhe told me to tell you that, he did not think you were that petty a man. Then he would have asked you where you wanted to end things.
I see.
Khelts army began to march slowly behind Teresa as she rode like an arrow, giving her time to relay his words. Orthenon stared at Fetohep.
He cannot be serious.
Zamea rumbled.
Oh, but he is. Fall back.
The Steward cursed. Reims forces looked at him. He raised his spear.
Fall back!
It was not Reim that Khelt had come to destroy. Not necessarily. But as Fetoheps army crossed through Belchanit became obvious where he was going.
Jecrass.
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High King Perric of Medain had come personally with the bulk of his armies. He did not know why Khelt was marching. But he espied an opportunity.
After all, Medain had no quarrel with Khelt. And the undead were tamed, their teeth pulled so long as no one interfered withwith
He realized Fetohep was making for him. His armies formed up.
Queen Jecaina of Jecrass brought her smaller forces to the side. Medain did not attack, even though they were close.
Fetohep of Khelt advanced with an army so vast you could not see the end of them. It was then that High King Perric, his forces having taken all of Reims fortifications, poised to take Jecrass once and for all, sent a [Messenger].
King of Khelt! What are your intentions towards Medain?
The High King stood with his Golden Ranks, sweating. Was Fetohep trying to take Jecrass for himself? He received a replynot from the person on horseback, but from the King of Khelt himself.
Fetohep spoke, and his voice boomed across the ground and his army. Audible to all.
King Perric of Medain. Your armies stand upon my lands. Remove yourself before I turn Medain to ash and dust. You will release Raelt of Jecrass or I will cast your head into the sea.
Queen Jecaina had ridden all the way out here just to hear that. To see the distant King of Adventurers face and reaction.
All the golden pennies dropped. Perric looked at Jecaina, in the distance. At Fetohep, who had come here on the business of Khelt. Defending his
You whore! You sold yourself to that undead thing?
He howled at Jecaina, and he was lucky his voice was not audible to Fetohep. Perric, High King, raged.
And he was once again wrong. He was right in a small way. For a small man with no imagination.
For look
Here was the [Queen] of Jecrass. Jecaina rode at the head of her army as they looked at her. But she was
[Queen of Covenant]. And she was still a [Queen]. No longer temporary.
Perric did not understand. But Jecaina did. It was so simple. She stared across the new border between Jecrass and Khelt.
She had sworn not to kneel to anyone, even in vassalage. And she had found a way to refrain from doing just that.
The funny thing was that she didnt even need to marry Fetohep. As funny as that might have beenno. The King of Khelt was a practical undead.
You sold him Jecrass?
Warden Svinta looked like she wanted to faint as the heralds finally shouted the news for all to hear. Jecaina turned her head. Was that the People of Zair in the distance?
A fourth of it. Maybe a bit more.
To the undead?
To the only kingdom who would guarantee Jecrass autonomy, Svinta. And who could bring Medain to heel now.
The High King was bellowing insults at her. Right up until one of the bone giants hurled a javelin. It soared high, higheveryones heads turned up to watch.
It landed among Medains army and exploded. Jecaina blinked.
Advance. Let us see if Gold-rank means anything in this day.
Fetoheps legions began to charge. Medains combined armies waveredand began to retreat.
Jecaina was grinning madly as Medains forces raced for the pass, abandoningeverything. She would speak to Fetohep soon, but he had sworn to return her father to her.
Return her father, protect Jecrass from Reim and Medain. That was the cost of a fourth of Jecrass. And
You have sold our lands, the lands we were born on, Queen of Jecrass!
Herdmistress Geraeri realized it first. The People of Zair had wisely moved out of the way of Khelts armies, but they couldnt miss where Fetohep was claiming ground. Jecaina nodded at her.
Firstly, you are nomads, Herdmistress. Your people move from place to place. You told me that yourself.
We have lived there for decades!
And you may still. If Fetohep of Khelt allows you. I would not anger him, by the way. For all the People of Zairs might. And he might allow you to stay.
It was part of the proclamation being put out. The people of Jecrass who lived in the lands under Fetohep would be allowed to stay if they wished it. But they would be people of Khelt. Fetohep would rule themand he would rule this place. The rivers he now controlled meant Khelt would never go thirsty again. And if he established his undead dominionwho would take it from him?
On the day nearly forty days after taking her crown, the world was reminded of the nation of death, Khelt. They stared at the first expansion to the kingdom since most could remember.
Undead. On this day, Khelt declared war on Medain and began to invade, to rescue the King of Jecrass, while claimingno, fortifying the land they had been sold by Jecrass.
As for the [Queen]? She was [Queen of Covenant], Jecaina Leysars. Queen of Jecrass.
They had known her as Princess Jecaina, the [Duelist Princess].
They had called her the Daughter of Duels.
Now, they called her the Arbiter Queen of Jecrass.
Deaths Friend.
Authors Note: I am full dead. Normally Im half-dead after a chapterthis is full dead.
A few things. Normally, I dont talk about writing and more about whether Im hungry. But this is a case where you can see why I wrote the Revenant and the Naga. To set this up by talking about Fetohep
Also, I wavered on one thing. Which was the ending. I could have held it to a later chapter and done the meetingand I was already about 10,000 words past where I wanted to be.
But this is the volume of plot advancing as fast as undead armies! And thats pretty fast. They can outrun horses over time.
Anyways. Let me know what you thought. I threw a lot into this chapter. I keep aiming at the moon and the problem with that is that someones going to shoot back one of these days!
But I hope you liked it. Until next time! Short chapter! Short chapter! Shortwhy do I even try to lie to myself? Thanks for reading!
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