Book 8: Chapter 24

Book 8: Chapter 24

If you had never heard of her before, well, that was hardly surprising. She was famous, but so were all her siblings by virtue of being born. She was importantbut hardly the first son or daughter in her line.

In a world where the King of Destruction existed, her fame was very small by comparison. Her importance next to nothing as she did not rule her nation. She was not the most beloved [Princess] of Calanfer; nor, in this moment, even the most important.

The 6th and second-youngest [Princess] was needed in the dark hours of the war with Ailendamus. Unmarried, and whilst not said overtly, the only virginal, eligible [Princess] for marriage that Calanfer had to offer.

That mattered in Terandria. Calanfers [Princesses] were a type of wealth the Eternal Throne of Calanfer used. Marriages could give classes; at the very least they conferred status and connections with Calanfer. The appeal was more than just immediate as well. If a [Baron] or a [Lord] married a [Princess], their children became royalty, and had the potential, however faint, to succeed the throne.

Thus, Lyonette du Marquin was one of the last bargaining chips, as the 7th Princess was far too young, being only thirteen, for anything but an arranged marriageand if Ailendamus were to triumph in the interim, all arranged events would be off.

Thus, Calanfer needed to marry a [Princess] off for immediate military gains if such a thing could be arranged. Hence, their unmarried [Princesses] were important.

Lyonette, that was. Not her.

Many had never heard of her outside of Terandria, or the closest kingdoms in the south. Yet, of all the [Princesses], even the eldest, 1st Princess, Shardele du Marquin, who was married to one of the highest-ranking [Dukes] of Calanfer, or the 3rd Princess Aielef, who had married into Kalivs own extended royal family to affirm ties between the Dawn Concordata practice they had honored for countless generationsarguably the most famous of all was the 4th Princess of Calanfer.

Not because she was the highest-leveled, the closest to the throne, most radiant, or most beloved. It was a reputation besides all that.

They called her Seraphel the Cursed behind her back. Seraphel du Marquin, the 4th [Princess] of Calanfer.

Seraphel the Widow. So named because she had been married three times. Each timethe marriage had ended in death.

Not, actually, in the case of the second marriage. The first had been to an old man in his seventies who had died in bed. The second to a boy, who broke the engagement; it was just his fiance who died in the attempted elopement afterwards. But you know how people talked.

The third husband of Seraphel du Marquin thoughhad died rather quickly after marriage. The mere fact that Seraphel had not stayed in any one relationship for more than four years at most, and the deaths of two out of three had given her the name.

Seraphel the Cursed. Not exactly a name that was helpful for future engagements. Norbluntly speakingwas her value as high as before. She was oldwhich was to say, she was nearly thirty years old instead of being younger. Of course, that was only in terms of marriageability. Of coursethat was what a [Princess] was generally good for.

So, then. If you had heard of her, Seraphel would be that princess, the one from Calanfer who killed her husbands by ill fortune. Unmarried once more after the Noelictus incident; perhaps theyd find a husband willing to take the risk abroad, poor girl. Still a [Princess], though. Shed have a fine, pampered life if it werent for the war.

That was what they would say, and assume, because they had heard of her nickname and the barest, dubiously-confirmed facts, that they knew her.

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So, when the 1st, 3rd, and 4th [Princesses] of Calanfer attended the ball, Seraphel attracted the most looks of all. There were the usual titters of interest, the looks towards her as people recognized her name.

Not that it was necessarily easy to tell the [Princesses] apart if you had never seen them. Each one had red hair. The fiery red to deep crimson, marks of royal blood in Terandrian royalty.

Announcing Princess Shardele, Princess Aielef, and Princess Seraphel du Marquin of Calanfer!

The eldest was Shardele, and only in her mid-thirties at that. Each [Princess] had been born roughly two to four years apart, and Shardele, the named successor over her younger brother, the 1st Prince, had been set up to inherit the throne. She had married one of Calanfers most powerful [Dukes], and her image as the reliable, intelligent daughter of his Majesty Reclis du Marquin, was firmly in the mind of Calanfers people. If any had been at this gathering of the nobility and foreign royalty, they certainly would have flocked to her.

Of course, that was due to the fine work of the [Bards], Thronebearers, and other elements of Calanfers propaganda arm who sung her praises. Shardele wasfine. She knew the games and the steps, but in all likelihood, if Reclis keeled over tomorrow, it was her Majesty who would take over. Calanfers [Queen] was as sharp as her husband, and Shardele might get to either rulers deftness or their actual levelsin twenty years.

Dont worry about the whispers, Seraphel. They do talk so.

The 1st Princess turned to the 4th, with a beatific smile on her face, as if she was addressing one of her enamored subjects. Since it was her sister, it just reminded Seraphel there were whisperers.

Of course, Shardele had meant to say it for anyone listening in. She was aware of her reputation and she was a dutiful daughter in that she rigorously maintained it. Naturally, being an avid consumer of Dreamleaf had to help in that regard. She was most certainly blissfully in the clouds even now for this wonderfully tedious gathering.

Yes, quite. The things they say when we are at war. Half the nations represented here are holding back when they know we are fighting a common enemy. Lets remind them of that.

Aielefs voice was more snappish and awake. Obviously, because Kaliv was being slowly overtaken by Ailendamus and she was in the most danger. She spoke well, and youd never know to look at her fiery orange hair that it was, in fact, dyed.

Aielef was blonde and unfortunately, a bit purple. Quite attractive in its own way, but it would never do for a [Princess] of Calanfer not to be red-haired. She dyed it.

She also spoke of the need for other kingdoms to take up arms with the Dawn Concordat, quite happily omitting the fact that her husband was fightingand her two children were both in Kaliv. Then again, this was a diplomatic tour Aielef was on, and they occupied one of Kalivs strongholds.

The somewhat uncharitable facts about the two [Princesses] were probably not being thought by anyone else in the room. Shardele and Aielef were more like exotic birds, and their peers among royalty and other nobility were keen on meeting the [Princesses], entertaining their pleas for support for the Dawn Concordat, and perhaps Seraphel for a marriage to a cousin as a favor.

They didnt know the older two like Seraphel did, but the 4th Princess of Calanfer had grown up with her siblings for a while before theyd begun to be married off, and they did like to visit home, the capital and Eternal Throne of Calanfer.

Siblings knew all of their familys faults. Shardele sighed and Seraphel nudged her slightly as they glided across the floor, each one the image of grace and decorum and Calanfers famed etiquette.

Breath tonic, Shardele. You smell like dreamleaf. Were you smoking it by the bushel?

The 1st Princess didnt even glance at Seraphel as her younger sister whispered it. She took a small vial and sipped before tucking it away; it could have been any number of things, or, as some would rightly assume for the wrong reasons, a breath freshener.

I resent that, Seraphel. We havent seen each other in nearly a year and a half, and we are at war. I try to be kind, and this is my thanks?

The 4th [Princess] rolled her eyes, but subtly. And Shardele wondered why her children, Calanfers heirs, slept so much and had such vivid dreams all their lives. Well, it beat the times shed experimented with stronger substances.

Aielef met the host of the ball with all smiles.

Your Highness. You do us a great honor in welcoming us at this hour. Calanfer thanks you, and his Majesty sends regrets that he could not attend himself. Alas, the duties of war are most pressing.

She bowed slightly, and the oldest [Prince] of Nadel bowed back, smiling.

Nadel, the small nation known for the Lord of the Dance more than its [King]. PrinceSeraphels brows crossed and a Skill plucked the name from memoryRuis was fifty years old. One son; third in line to the throne and unlikely to inherit. Considered highly loyal; he had no apparent ambitions. Often he helped with royal affairs by orchestrating and overseeing these kinds of events as the royal diplomat of the family.

Facts dredged from their encyclopedic knowledge, each [Princess] smiled. They could have recited the names of every member of Nadels royal family up to the third generation removed in a heartbeat. When they bowed, it was in the unisex gesture of Nadel, with the slight flourish of the body that the Lord of the Dance had stylistically added by virtue of everyone copying him.

Princess Aielef, Princesses Shardele and Seraphel, you are welcome in Nadel. Of course, we understand his Majestys pressing concerns and we hope that your visit will prove fruitful for the Dawn Concordat, our old friends. Please, enjoy yourselves and I hope to speak later, if we may?

All three [Princesses] nodded. The polite speech that Prince Ruis delivered at reasonable volume was meant to be heard by many. It might have seemed like sweet nothings and it wasa bit.

However, if you could translate it, you could pick up on some clues.

Our old friends. The Dawn Concordat had been enemies to Nadel as well as friend. Fair-weather friends was a better word for it, but it meant Nadel wasnt blind to Ailendamus threat. However, Ruis didnt even suggest an alliance, merely expressed hopes of a fruitful visit. In other words, Nadel was willing to helpnot overtly.

Seraphel could have told anyone that before hearing the speech, but she breathed politics so the mental decryption was second-nature to her.

This was the 4th gathering shed attended, in and out of the Dawn Concordats borders. What she and the other [Princesses] were doingall six of the ones in Terandria, even her teenage sister, the 7th Princess, Elletwas fundraising. Seeking support.

Calanfer was good at diplomacy. So these three [Princesses] had gone from place to place, speaking of Ailendamus unconscionable aggression, assuring people the war was not lostbut if they saw fit to contribute money or arms? Reminding them that they might be next.

They got little in the way of outright support. Even here, people were afraid to openly shout their loathing of Ailendamus and the Dawn Concordat wasnt beloved universally. Nevertheless, with a bit of charm Skills, actual charm, and the exigency of the war, this gathering might net

Three [Princesses], and Nadels not poor with trade, but no noble here is worth that much and they might be reluctant to open their coffers. If the crown chips in nothing, we might come away withtwo thousand gold coins? Eight thousand would be the most we could expect.

Seraphel did some mental calculations. That seemed reasonable. How many [Mercenaries] did that buy? How many artifacts? How long could that feed an army? Well, that implied buying foodif a siege occurred, no amount of gold would help.

She would know. She let Shardele step forwards and smile sweetly at Ruis. All three knew what to do.

I would be delighted if you would introduce me, your Highness?

He was already nodding, having expected that. Shardele would meet with the most powerful first, as the face of Calanfer. Aielef looked around, already seeking a [General] or militant [Lord] or [Lady] that would care to talk with someone from Kaliv.

Which left Seraphel to take the busybodies and people interested in gossiping. The 4th Princess kept a smile on her face. That was easy.

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In truth, it was about as bad as Lyonette du Marquin expected. Family never changed. Or did they?

She had, but to look at it, not one of her elder sisters had. The [Princess] sat, glumly resting her chin in her hands.

It seems the [Princesses] of Calanfer have elected not to follow one another, but have come in at once. Quite a humble gestureno doubt a personable one, given Nadels proximity to the Dawn Concordat.

The speaker in the background was half-whispering, offering a kind of hushed commentary meant to be solemn as the view of the ball slowly rotated about. There was also an element of impreciseness to the commentary, and the scene faded for a bit.

Lyonette frowned and shook the scrying orb a bit. Mivifa had told her it worked, and somehow, the magical connection cleared. Lyonette wasnt sure why slapping an enchanted glass orb helped, but Saliss had fixed it twice by doing just that.

The commentator was visible in the bottom left of the screen; not a Drake for once, but a very formally-dressed woman. Human. After all, this wasnt on Wistram News Networkor even Wistrams other offshoot channels.

It was called Terandrian Graces, one of the channels devoted to 24/7 coverage of all things political. The reason the connection was so spotty was that it had just been established and since Wistram wasnt hosting it, reception was weak even in a major city. Alsoit might not be the most-viewed channel.

Certainly not compared to the sports-channel. Wistram Sports was showing a game between Pallass and Invrisil, and Lyonette might have been watching thatbut Wistram was struggling to keep up with the demand from Izril, who were tuning in to watch the first species vs species game.

This was more interesting to Lyonette, anyways. This was home. When shed seen that they were going to broadcast a bit of Nadels ball, and that three [Princesses] of Calanfer were attending, shed begged to have the scrying orb.

Saliss had let her have itonly because he and Xif were gathering with some Pallassians to watch their city win. Well, much luck to them. Lyonette happened to know Joseph had been teaching the Invrisil team longer than Pallass, so the Drakes might be in trouble.

Anyway, she was watching the ball and calling it for the disaster it wasalthough only a [Princess] would be able to tell, or a Calanfer [Socialite]. She would have happily told anyone listeningbut not even Wilovan or Ratici could sit in the room and listen without starting to nod off.

The two Gentlemen Callers were here, though. Casually standing watch, or amusing themselves while keeping an eye out.

She wasnt going anywhere without them anymore, and the two had agreed to escort her from now on after hearing about the stabbing attempt. Lyonette felt at her stomach.

Idiot. Looking at the images from home reminded her of how risky it had been. Trueit was a ball and shed thought shed be safe in Oteslia! Hah!

No proper [Princess] of Calanfer went about without at least four [Knights] at all times. She could see some of the Thronebearers, fulfilling their duties in both bodyguard and diplomat roles. That was what they were good at.

Not so much fighting. And I wonder if they can deal with poison if Mrsha managed to poison four of them. Dead gods, what are they doing in Liscor?

Lyonette was stressed out. It was not an unusual occurrence, but there was a lot to stress about recently. This? This wasnt helping.

Disastrous. They didnt come out all three at once because it was a humble gesture. They did it because Shardele cant be bothered to do introductions properly if shes Palt-ed up on Dreamleaf. She certainly is.

You could tell by the way Shardele smiled. If you didnt know her, youd think she was simply extremely genial; she was in imagination-land and only halfway there was the actual reason.

As for Aielef, well. She was striding about, so clearly anxious that even the commentator was picking up on it. She should have greeted the [Prince] far longer and more effusively, but she hadnt rehearsed a proper speech.

Normally, their mother, the [Queen], would have taken both to task if shed caught a whiff of this, much less seen Calanfers royalty being anything less than stellar on a scrying orb. However, she had to be busy with actual war, so the [Princesses] were acting subparin the one time when impressing someone would actually matter!

As for SeraphelLyonette shook her head. Her older sister might be the biggest disaster yet. Shed conducted herself with grace, certainly, and hadnt made a big mistake yetbut it was Seraphel.

Seraphel the Cursed was what other people called her. Lyonette and her family knew Seraphel by a different nickname. Seraphel the Sharptongued. If you annoyed her, she stabbed youwith words.

She looked well, at least. Lyonette had heard Seraphel had been in Noelictus when shed run away, and it had ended badly. Another husband dead? She didnt know the details, but everything was the same as it always was.

Her sisters were not perfect. They could pretend to be, butthe 6th Princess of Calanfer sighed as she thought of home, and saw all the little, familiar flaws.

Then the circling coverage zoomed in and she listened to the politics of home. Her sisters, with all their faults and petty tricks, like swapping makeup with itching powder over someone stealing dress designs. Fighting for attention or favor

Shardele gazed up at the decorated ceiling of Nadels ballroom as Prince Ruis introduced her. Her smile took one of the dignitaries from the cold north off-guard.

What beautiful sights.

Indeed, your Highness?

The man gave the ceiling a supercilious lookthen realized she was referring to the stained glass ceiling. A glass dome allowed the light to filter in a wonderful set of colors.

The clouds had parted, and Shardele clasped her hands together. Almost like a certain Worker, praying. Her gaze was even like his. A kind ofgenuine awe. Both childlike in innocence and older; the knowledge of how expensive each huge pane of tinted glass was to produce, the effort of creating the effect.

Then she directed her attention at the man wearing light clothing; even here he clearly found it hot, being used to the frozen landscape of his home.

I do apologize, Diplomat Marseth. I was simply taken for a moment by the beauty of such colors. Chartreuse; such a wonderful display. It reminds me of the Eternal Throne. Have you ever had a chance to gaze upon it?

The [Diplomat] sketched a bow, unsure if Shardele was making some kind of complex political reference.

I have not had the honor, Princess Shardele. Perhaps, circumstances allowing, after the war, I should be so honored. It is one of Terandrias wonders.

The 1st Princess nodded dreamily.

It is. I have visited many kingdoms, and still, I could gaze upon the Eternal Throne for hours. Prince Ruis, your [Architect] captures the light with great skill.

He nodded, taken somewhat aback by the compliment.

You humble her, Shardele. This is a new installation, as you have so keenly noticedI take it as a great compliment, to compare it to the Eternal Throne.

Then, the throne itself shines? I have heard it said that Calanfers capital is one of the most beautiful, from the very streets to the throne room itself.

The [Diplomat] commented neutrally, and a slight note of disbelief was in his voice. Yet Shardele just nodded. She closed her eyes.

Every citizen of Calanfer tries to visit at least once, Diplomat Marseth, your Highness. I cannot describe it, but it is all the stories say it is. To gaze up at it is to see wondrous colors, the like of which can only be found in dreams. Ahbut perhaps I could show you.

With that, the [Princess] opened her clasped hands. Prince Ruis and the [Diplomat] blinked. For, in Shardeles hands was

Light. A wondrous, magical glow. For a second, all those around her saw a vision. An image of a throne, in a room so vast the ceiling could have been a second starry night sky.

Lyonettes heart jumped. She saw the throne room for a moment. The light that shone from Shardeles hands eclipsed Nadels stained glass windows entirely for a moment.

Colors you only saw while dreaming. The guests murmured in wonder. Shardele smiled, and they recalled the name the Thronebearers and Calanfers people knew her as. Unlike Seraphelthey called her Shardele the Radiant.

What they didnt know was that this Skill was not the power of a [Princess]; the conjuration of memory and dream and the might of Calanfer, but the Skill of a [Dreamer].

[Vision of a Dream].

The effect was still enough to make Shardele shine. Her smile, her fascination with color and beautyall spoke to a [Princess] who had grown up among wonders, and many saw the vision and longed to see Calanfers Eternal Throne. They didnt realize the Dreamleaf factor.

Only a few people had ever seen through Shardele in moments without having heard of her habitamong them the Bedtime Queen of Desonis, who could recognize a peer in the field, albeit one who had to use crutches to sleep properly.

Not bad, in short. Shardele had failed to make a proper entrance, but she was still using her Skills to impress. Every [Princess] of Calanfer knew the importance of attracting attention, albeit without needing to. Lyonette had shown it off in Oteslias ball.

At the same time as Shardele was performing her opening trick, Aielef had stepped back to talk to her escort. A few [Ladies] whod drifted over towards her recoiled with gasps of excitement or fearthen tentatively moved forwards.

Is that apet, your Highness?

One of Nadels [Ladies] ventured. Aielef smiled graciously as a feralcat? No, a beaked animal with wings and fura Griffin twined around her arms, making a strange purring-grumbling sound.

Do excuse me, ladies. I am rearing an infant Griffin; one must do their part. My adopted kingdom of Kaliv does raise them, and I have learned to do so as well. It is newly-born, you see. Please, be wary of its beak; but this child will enjoy some petting. Carefully.

The baby Griffin blinked sleepily at the fascinated nobility, many of whom came over to admire one of Kalivs famous creatures.

It wasnt a subtle gesture; showing off a baby Griffin was in keeping with Aielefs style, though. Charm them with a pet. Lyonette wondered if she actually raised the Griffin or just kept one around for moments like this.

Well, if it wasnt biting her, she had to have at least some ability to charm it. Aielef broke the ice that way, drawing the nobility into the idea of owning such a lovely creature, and thus Kalivs war.

That was Aielef the Fierce. Again, her image as the [Princess] who had gone to Kaliv was not realityexcept in how she was spoken of. Lyonette watched more critically than any of the guests.

Both did well. They were mothers and experienced diplomats themselves, even if they were clearly only going through the motions. They could have done betterbut their reputations and value were established.

More so than Seraphel the Dutiful, which was all the [Troubadours] could come up with after the second marriage. Lyonette saw her sister greeting a smaller group with less flair; she had no pet animals nor an odd class to lean on. The 6th Princess felt sympathy for Seraphel.

If she was thereLyonette had never been called on as much for these sorts of duties, being too young at the time. Now, though? The [Worldly Princess] thought she could do quite well. Better than Seraphelperhaps better than the older [Princesses] too.

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It was just as well Lyonette wasnt here. Of all the [Princesses], Shardele and Aielef werent Seraphels first two choices to impress foreign nobility and wring money from their pockets.

Shed takeEllet for her cuteness and honest effort that made people fawn over her, and maybe Vernoue, the 5th Princess, since she was the only one whod ever taken her magical training further. Seraphel for dignity, Vernoue to chat up the [Mages], and Ellet to be attractive.

Lowest on the list would be the 3rd Prince, her bratty, youngest brother who fancied himself a [Warrior], although that was just a boys arrogance. Straight below him, dead last, was Lyonette du Marquin. Shed strut in here, refuse to acknowledge Prince Ruis seniority and call someone a peon before the first hour was up.

Well, she learned it from Aielef. However, the 3rd Princess was smart enough to not say peon in public. Time would improve Lyonette, as would the war, maybe.

If Dalimont can even find her. If shes not dead, having annoyed the first[Bar Drunk] she met.

Seraphel could well imagine Lyonette doing just that. [Princesses] did not interact with the common folk unguarded often, and Lyonette? Seraphel pictured the 6th Princess of Calanfer lying dead in a bar-stabbing somewhere.

She missed what someone else was saying. Seraphel blinked and smiled.

I must apologize, Lord Pulcre. My mind was elsewhere. You were saying?

The [Lord] smiled, a tad unconvincingly. He was one of the first people to drift over, to meet the semi-famous cursed [Princess]. Seraphel was expecting polite condolences, or questions on how she thought the war was going.

Seraphel hated that question. How do you think the war is going? Were losing. Were slowing Ailendamus from rolling on over us, not winning. I can put it as politely as you want, but you and I both know it.

However, she was a [Princess] so she didnt put it like that. Seraphel didnt get that question, however.

I understand you have seen Ailendamus aggression before, Princess Seraphel. Someunpleasantness over the border in Noelictus?

Seraphels brows rose. Well now. Lord Pulcre wasnt as unpleasant as his name indicated. And hed done his research. Some of the other nobility looked interested.

I did indeed witness battle with Ailendamusamong other events, Lord Pulcre. A terrible affair at Ovela. The death of my husbandI should not like to go into details, you understand.

He nodded sympathetically, and Seraphel saw a susurration as the star of the hour, the reason this ball had so many people, the Lord of the Dance swept in. He had just returned from a visit abroadto Desonis?but he always drew a crowd of admirers and people wanting to see him.

Oddly, he looked less willing to be the life of the ballroom this time and glanced around, spotting the [Prince]. Seraphel smiled at Pulcre, noting all this out of the corner of her eye.

I would not like to press you at all, your Highness, and I regret bringing up such a recent loss. I only wondered if you had an impression of Ailendamus strength from the clash?

A nuanced question, and the shorter [Lord] had sharp eyes as he glanced at Seraphel. He could have asked AielefSeraphel blinked at him. Unguarded, she remembered.

She remembered a young woman, singing in a banquet hall. The Kingdom of Shade, Noelictus, where the sunlight never properly shone down.

A gloomy land. However, one with beauty and a strength of character in its people. Seraphel had been there when the most astonishing events occurred. It had begun with an attackbut looking back, it had truly begun to become strange when she had met the strange young woman.

The young woman who sang strange songs. Who would later become known as the Singer of Terandria.

Cara.

Without thinking, Seraphel hesitated. Her throat moved, but it was suddenly dry. She coughed into one hand.

Excuse me.

She looked around and someone was offering her a glass of refined, purified water. Seraphel sipped gratefully. The Thronebearer had anticipated the need and been carrying snacks and food at the ready.

Dame Neranthei, my protector.

She gestured to the female Lightholder, a member of the Thronebearers, albeit in a more specialized role than her previous primary bodyguard, Ser Dalimont.

He had been there too. The nobles looked at the [Knight]. A [Lady] peered through her spectacles.

Are you the [Knight] in the Singers music video?

I am, Lords and Ladies.

Neranthei blushed a bit, but bowed, much to the delight of the others. They wanted to ask her questions, but recalled Seraphel was there. Now impatient, they waited for her reply so they could meet the real star of the ball, which was Neranthei.

What did she say? Seraphel met Lord Pulcres eyes again and hesitated. He was a short man, with a goatee. Nothing too odd about him; Seraphel would have taken him for a minor coastal lord judging by the faint weathering of skin and the fact that he didnt appear on her list of important names.

She added him now. Becausehe knew what he was asking. Or if not, he had good intuition. A hundred polite non-answers rose to Seraphels mind. A [Princess] obfuscation tactics.

Butoh, Eternal steps. She couldnt help it. Seraphel sighed, took an un-princess-like gulp of the water and spoke.

I was at Noelictus. At Ovela, where Ailendamus made an incursion into Noelictus lands. I should not like to speak too long about that timeit is near to my heart and painful to recollect. But yes, Lord Pulcre. I was there.

Lord Belchaus Meron was walking towards their group, Prince Ruis by his side. The Lord of the Dance was politely fending off people; he was on a mission. The [Prince] needed to meet his guests from another world, but not here, obviously.

He was looking at Lord Pulcre, trying to figure out how long it would take to wrest him away; a frightfully long time. Maybe even forty minutes; hed have to introduce himself to Princess Seraphel, and if she or one of the other two asked for a dance or

I was at Ovela.

Princess Seraphel saw the Lord of the Dance approaching and wondered why. So too did the scrying mirror, recording the minor event no one really cared about except Terandrian politicians. She didnt see that, or she might have minded her tongue.

They thought they knew Seraphel the Cursed. Two husbands dead; a poor, if not terribly unique tale. There was a lot of story that wasnt covered in that, though.

The 4th Princess of Calanfer raised her head. She regarded the empty glass and glanced up. Her shoulders rose slightly. The almost-perfectly concealed look of tedium in her eyes vanished. Such that you realized she had been hiding it a moment ago. She nodded to herself, eyes flickering backwards in time.

To say it simply, Lord PulcreI saw many astonishing things during my time in Noelictus. I suffered heartbreak, yes. However, I was privileged to have met my friend, SCara. You may know her as the Singer of Terandria. I survived an army of the undead raised by a rogue [Necromancer]. And I saw an army of the dead rise to battle Ailendamus.

The listeners looked around. They blinked at Seraphel. An army of?

The 4th Princess didnt realize how interesting she was becoming. She met Pulcres eyes. As Lord Bel stopped, interested.

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Lyonette blinked. Seraphel had met the Singer of Terandria? But Ryoka and Erin had both said that she was an Earthershe leaned forwards, frowning.

Seraphel looked different. Not as angry as Lyonette remembered her. And she had beenhard to be around for a long time. Indifferent or snappish. But thenshe had been married at Lyonettes age to her first husband, and Lyonette had only really remembered her like that.

Tired.

The 4th Princess did not seem so, here. She shook her head.

Ailendamus has encroached on other kingdoms lands before. I am sure you and I could name a dozen times before today, before Noelictus, Lord Pulcre. Their aggression is a fact. What is not a fact is that the glorious empire of Ailendamus always wins. I saw one of their great [Barons] break at Ovela. At cost! However, I saw one of Ailendamus grand armies smashed to pieces and flee screaming back across the border. I should imagine that if the war with the Dawn Concordat drags on, I will see that scene repeated a few more times.

Lyonettes jaw dropped. That was not a politic response! Serapheloh no, she was riled up again.

Shardele and Aielef both snapped around, having heard or sensed Seraphels unguarded comments. Both began to drift over, even Shardele realizing this could bea problem.

Depending on what was said. However, the nobility of Nadel and other foreign visitors liked Seraphels comments. This Lord Pulcre smiled faintly.

You do not mince words, your Highness.

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Seraphel shrugged slightly, embarrassed. She saw Aielef glowering at her and approaching as fast as was seemly. For all her criticism of her sisters, look at her now.

However, it was too late to play innocent. Especially becauseSeraphel turned.

Lord Belchaus Meron.

Your Highness.

He bowed gracefully, with that delightful twist of grace and showmanship. The Lord of the Dance put a smile on Seraphels lips that was entirely genuine; who couldnt love the famous Lord of the Dance?

Are you here to discuss the war, my lord?

The Lord of the Dance hesitated. He had Prince Ruis with him, and he glanced over Seraphels shoulder before replying.

In fact, Princess Seraphel, I had hoped to borrow Pulcrebut I find your topic fascinating. I had heard about the Ovela-incident. That you were there, I didnt know. I suppose Pulcre might, though.

He half-smiled at the man. Seraphel turned around and blinked at Lord Pulcre. He gave her a rueful look and she put it together.

Ah. [Spymaster].

No wonder she didnt know his name before then. He was probably newly-titled. Seraphel realized she was now at the center of attention.

Did I hear you say that you know the Singer of Terandria, personally, your Highness? Have you attended one of her concerts? My daughter has been begging for me to send her across the continent to see just one!

A [Lady] remarked. Seraphel raised her brows.

I never attended a concert. I knew Cara before she rose to such fame. Yes, she was at the Ovela incident at the same time I was.

She had just as few reasons to love Ailendamusbut Seraphel didnt say that out loud. Cara was not a [Princess] in a kingdom with all their power behind her. Althoughshe might be safer than Seraphel at the moment.

So what would you say of Ailendamus, then, Princess Seraphel? Its war capabilities compared to the Dawn Concordat, then?

Pulcre glanced at Seraphel. Prince Ruis forced a laugh, perhaps realizing this was being broadcast and it might reflect poorly on Nadelbut it was too late.

Come now, Pulcre. Princess Seraphel isnt a [Strategist] or [General].

Nor a [War Princess]. Im afraid I cant speak on military levels or formations, Lord Pulcre.

Impressions, then.

He pressed her, ignoring the [Prince]. Lord Bel was glancing between the two. He focused on Seraphel. The 4th Princess saw Shardele approaching. She waveredbut as Lyonette had observed, the words were begging to be said.

There were things Ailendamus had done that Seraphel could not prove. Terrible deeds she suspected them of. Blind accusations would only hurt Calanfer, though. So she did not speak of Afiele, though she had been there, too. Seraphels eyes flickered, but it only took her a moment to reply.

Ailendamus has quite a lot of land for an empire. Vast armies. Its leaders seem competent, and they have magic, fine steel, and a certain resolve in their [Soldiers]. I have seen better.

Her audience waited. The [Princess] accepted a second glass of honey-flavored water. She sipped at it, and they realized she had made her statement.

Someone laughed before catching themselves. Lord Belchaus hid a smile. Prince Ruis had already hid his behind a cough. Pulcre didnt bother.

Then, your appraisal of the war?

We can only support our brave [Soldiers] and [Knights] as best we can. Seraphel, you certainly are making a stir! But perhaps we should allow the Lord of the Dance his due attention?

Shardele swept in, interrupting Seraphel. The 4th Princess saw eyes swing back to the Lord of the Dance. For a second, theyd forgotten he was there.

Lord Bel looked at Seraphel, disappointment flickering in his gaze. He was too canny to let it show and bowed to Shardele at once.

Of course, your Highness. Talk of war becomes tiresome, although I find Princess Seraphels account fascinating. Many [Historians] and [Strategists] make much of Ailendamus invincibility in war.

War is not a single battle.

Pulcre observed softly. Seraphels smile was like cut glass.

Indeed not, Lord Pulcre. After all, it occurs to me that someone else has witnessed an army of Ailendamus routing quite recently. Lord Belchaus, didnt you take an [Admiral] and an entire fleet hostage?

A ripple of amusement ran through the listeners. Lord Bel saw Prince Ruis wince, but he gave Seraphel an embarrassed bow.

Merely a skirmish, Princess Seraphel.

The 4th Princess brows rose.

If an entire fleet was a skirmish, perhaps Nadel would care to make a battle of it and wipe out Ailendamus entire sea force in one go? I should wager on Nadel if the Lord of the Dance were on one side, even with all of Ailendamus fleets on the other.

Shardele looked around, but there was no way to stomp on her younger sisters foot without everyone noticing unless they were right next to each other and the dresses hid it. She was forced to stand and smile as Seraphel continued. Save for Prince Ruis and Shardele, no one else was inclined to stop her.

-

Lyonette was smiling. It was as improper as could be, of course. Their father and mother were probably having a fit.

And it was classic Seraphel. Classicbut with a twist. Normal Seraphel would insult you, but Seraphel of today? There was something else.

The 6th Princess realized what it was, when her older sister calmly ignored Shardeles hints. She approached the scrying mirror, and looked into it. Lyonette felt like Seraphel was looking at herfor a second. Then, the [Princess] seemed to be looking for something else.

Thistelevision was not present when Ovela was attacked. Or before thatif it had, catastrophe might have been averted. It is here, though. So, Iwould like to say that if you see this, people of Ovela. Friends of Afiele, Cara. Calanfer remembers our friends. To you, and to the Twins of Ovela. To the Kingdom of Shade. It was not long I stayed with you, but I remember it fondly, despite it all.

She lifted her glass slightly. Behind her, Lord Bel swept a glass from a serving tray. Pulcre, Prince Ruis, and the others, copied the gesture instinctively. They didnt know what they were toasting.

The [Princess] did. So did they. The Kingdom of Shades viewers began tuning into the broadcast. They had heard of her too.

Which meant that Lyonettes already spotty reception took that moment to turn off. She stared into the blank scrying orb.

Never more than before had she wanted to return home. She wanted to know what Seraphel had seen. She wanted to help.

Her home was in danger. She had not always loved it the same way she loved The Wandering Inn, but it was home.

They were still her family, for as much as she hated and loved them. Lyonette closed her eyes. There Seraphel was.

-

The 4th Princess touched her eyes for a second after turning away from the scrying mirror. They were actually misty.

Of course, Aielef thought she was just playing it up. She hissed at Seraphel as the three [Princesses] stepped back with their escort.

You had to make more work for us? There was no cause to start an incident! Mother will be furious!

I thought you wanted to remind them of the war?

Seraphel saw Aielef glowering, but both composed themselves, mindful of the distant watchers.

Lord Belchaus was glancing at Seraphel, having put off his concerns for a moment to linger in the ball. Perhaps that was worth all the backlash this would provokeit might be in her fathers eyes. The Lord of the Dance was a powerful ally on land or sea.

Regardless, Seraphel still felt washed-up. If Cara was hereif she was in Ovela, it would be war. Here? She was just doing a [Princess] duties. In a sense, she had mattered more in Noelictus. Today, she had broken from protocol to hurl a javelin at Ailendamus.

A javelin made of words, for all that. As sharp as they could be, words could not turn back those armies. Words could persuade, open coffers, and perhaps they might earn money for Calanfer that was needed. In the end, thoughSeraphel felt helpless, and she had felt it before. She had not even crossed into Kaliv to see the fighting. Before, that would have struck her as right and proper.

Today, it felt cowardly. That was the 4th [Princess] of Calanfer, Seraphel du Marquin. She looked at Lord Bel and gently rubbed one side of her neck. With more enthusiasm than her sisters, she prepared herself to go back and actually plead for aid in this polite setting while the war dragged on.

Then the Order of Seasons arrived.

-

Lyonette slapped the scrying orb a fourth time and the image flickered back. But it wasnt Seraphel.

This is live coverage!

Drassi screamed at Lyonette. Lyonette nearly screamed back. Drassi slapped the desk with her claws.

Pay. Attention! This is an emergency broadcast from Wistram regarding Terandria! I dont care if youre not on Terandria or you dont caremy friend is down there, so listen up! The Order of Seasons of Pheislant is about to intercept an Ailendamus army!

Noass was nodding rapidly, holding up a map showing the army trying to flank Gaiil-Drome by way of Pheislant.

For now the coastal nation of Pheislant seemed unwilling to confront Ailendamus despite the trespasses, but it seems the Summers Champion of the Order of Seasons, one of the leaders of this [Knight]-order, has declared a crusade! Can they do that? Well, I suppose so, but the questions remains: is it war for Pheislant?

He looked quite pleased with himself for sneaking that reference in. Drassi ignored him.

We have a scrying spellyes, there it is! These are [Summer Knights] and a smaller infantry and mounted forcebut mainly [Knights]. Im told there are over a thousand [Knights] from the Order of Seasons. Six times that in Pheislants forces of non-[Knights]but theyre attacking an army of nearly thirty thousand!

Noass nodded.

A flanking force. Smaller than a conventional army, Drassi. They have a good complement of their Greatbows, capable of firing Ailendamus famed lance-arrows, though. As wella number of high-level [Mages]. Er, [Strategists] suggested they might be attempting to set fire to the forests; something Ailendamus has denied.

She shot him a glare.

Yes, I get that. Im no [Tactician] either so correct me if Im wrong Noass, but attacking a forcefive or six times your size sounds stupid.

Itcould be strategic? [Knights] arent a hugely Izrilian tradition, so were actually contacting a Terandrian [Strategist] to weigh in on the discussion. Hello? Can we connect to

Lyonette tuned Noass out. She stared down at the scrying orb and the central image. Her lips moved as she searched the riding column and found him at the front.

Rabbiteater?

-

Much to his bemusement, no, chagrin, Lord Pellmia Quellae woke up and realized he had gained the [Matchmaker] class.

He actually had to send a [Message] to his wife to ask if that was a real class, and got the much-amused response that yes it was, and what had he done?

Pellmia reflected that rather than doing anything, he had prevented the Wind Runners immediate flight from this continent. Perhaps that alone wasnt enough to earn an entire class, but then againit hadnt been a small feat.

Six times that night, Ryoka had tried to excuse herself in a permanent sort of way. Lord Tyrion had not helped, especially because hed kept trying to discuss courting her, in front of his sons and everyone else no less.

Then hed wanted to formally notify all of House Veltras as this was a matter of authority given Tyrions position as the family head

Nightmare after nightmare. Pellmia had literally told Ullim to drag his [Lord] off, and tasked Jericha with slowing down Ryoka Griffins understandable skittishness.

Honestly, it seemed to Lord Pellmia as he thought about his Level 3 [Matchmaker] class that the very fate of the world, the invisible order that bestowed classes, the Cycle of Growth as defined in the Book of Levels, was itself acknowledging the challenge that was Lord Tyrion and romance in the same room.

He didnt mind the class, or hed have refused it, obviously. It wasnt a particularly [Lord]-ly class, but Pellmia was in his advanced years and it tickled his fancy. The [Lord of Orchards] also thought he could add to his familys own notes on the class, having it himself. So he rationalized accepting the class and decided hed throw a small celebration if all went well on his return home.

However, he had cause to appreciate and use one of the Skills hed gained within fifteen minutes of waking up. Which was breakfast, and the most uncomfortable one Pellmia had shared in a long time.

There sat Ryoka Griffin, exactly opposite Tyrion, not meeting his gaze, fidgeting, as Sammial poked her in the side, much amused by all this, Hethon stared at Ryoka and his father, Jericha hovered, Ullim hurried around serving Pellmia and the others

And Lord Tyrion kept making it worse.

Good morning, Miss Griffin.

He greeted her cordially enough. Ryoka hesitated.

Good morning, Lord Veltras.

If there was an invisible perception of closenessnot a Skill that Pellmia had, just his intuitionit had widened overnight. Of course it had. Getting to one knee in front of an audience, in a setting that public with no lead up? In front of his sons? Pellmia had written a [Message] spell to his wife with that lastest development and she hadnt responded back yet, which was probably from sheer horror.

Had Tyrion done that with Salva? Dead gods. Then again, Salva had never been entirely conventional herself. A conventional woman would have run.

Ryoka smiled at Tyrion like a woman with the noose around her neck. He nodded to her, cool as one of the cucumbers being served onto his plate. Sammial promptly wanted to dump his onto Ryokas.

Sammial, eat your food.

I dont want t

Sammial caught his fathers eye and went silent. Pellmia watched as he slyly tried to drop one off the side of the table when Tyrion turned to accept a dish from Ullim. A gust of wind promptly flipped it right back onto his plate.

The young [Lord] stared up at Ryoka and she smiled for the first time that day. Pellmia laughed too and all was well. Right up until Tyrion looked at Ryoka.

Would you care to go for a ride after breakfast, Ryoka? There are a number of scenic routes, and I used to ride with Salv

Lord Pellmia choked on his mouthful of breakfast. Ryoka hadnt quite cottoned on, but the second Tyrion finished the sentence shed probably abandon breakfast, leap on her glider and fly into the sun or back where shed come from.

Tyrion never got to finish it because his mouth closed. Ryoka rubbed at her ear, genuinely mystified.

Ididnt quite catch that. A ride?

Pellmia saw Tyrion glance at him. The [Matchmaker] swallowed, then breathed, and thanked his new class.

[Avert Disaster (Verbal)]. It appeared Ryoka had missed the damning heart of Tyrions offer too, perhaps due to the Skill. Now, how could Pellmia?

Hed stayed up all damn night trying to figure out how to explain to Tyrionpolitelyhow wrong his approach was. Then hed tried to figure out how to hammer it into the mans head, politeness be damned. Pellmia went on instinct before Tyrion could try again. The [Lord] leaned over and murmured very quietly on the pretense of asking for the butter.

I fear youre too far in the lines, Lord Veltras. You cant press the attack with Level 11 [Squires] on pikes.

The [Lord] glanced at Pellmia. The Level 4 [Matchmaker]hed find out when he went to sleepglanced at him significantly. Tyrion absorbed this, and then something lit up in his eyes.

Ah. Not [Lancers]? Truly?

[Squires] with sticks versus enchanted Drake pikes. Infull plate armor. Oldbloods. Circle and be circumspect. Take my word for it.

Pellmia had no expectation of it actually working, but for some reason Tyrion actually nodded. Dead gods, the man was just all formations and tactics.

What if we all took a ride later this day?

He floated the idea and Ullim glanced at Pellmia, deeply surprised. Hethon and Sammial looked interested. Ryoka squirmed.

I uhI might have to pass. I need to go back to Liscor. Ive been putting it off, but

Damn. Focus on one too much and the other runs. Pellmia bit his lip. He murmured his only other Skill gained by his new class.

Push].

It didnt work. He felt no sense of it activating, nor did Ryoka stop trying to explain about a Mrsha to a bemused Tyrion.

We could arrange her to visit House Veltras. If you must go, you must go. However, if you would give me a day to

He clearly didnt actually know what he wanted Ryoka to do in a day, but he was working on it. Lord Pellmia sighed. Ryoka Griffin. He knew so little about her. Perhaps, though

Miss Griffin. Would you care to remain just a day longer? Just a dayso we might discuss ah, compensation to your guests? At the Summer Solstice?

Ryokas head snapped up.

What? Thethe guests? What about them?

Pellmia gave her a genial smile.

I did recall that you made a pact with them. Free alcohol and ah, corn? My orchards do include some vineyards. Would it be appropriate to leave out some wine?

Ithats not in the pact, but theythey might like that. I dont know that I have tocan they even get over here?

Very interesting. Pellmia watched Jericha write something down covertly. He had no idea what Ryoka meant, but he had thought often about those wondrous folk. He pleated his napkin thoughtfully.

Would it not be acceptable to try? As an experiment?

Try? And see if they come? I never thought of

Ryokas eyes grew round and Pellmia himself felt a stir at the idea. He snapped his fingers.

Goodwill is never a poor thing to obtain. I myself make gifts of fine vintages or juices to friends. Would they find a barrel of wineor apple juice acceptable? It is the time for fine applesassuming you could stay? I might invite all of House Veltras to my orchards, frankly. The boys could climb some trees, and its a splendid time for a day or two.

Hethon and Sammial looked up and Pellmia smiled at them. Tyrion raised his brows.

That would be quite pleasant.

Ier

Ryoka squirmed, but the thought of her fae friends convinced her. She looked at Pellmia, abashed.

I do owe them a huge debt. I wouldnt be bothering you, Lord Pellmia? I can pay of course and run a delivery

I consider it a gift between friends, Miss Griffin. Think nothing of it. In fact, why not bring back some fresh produce for your little Gnoll friend? You can grow some of the seeds anywhere in Izril.

She might really like that.

Ryoka murmured, envisioning adding some fine fruits to a certain Garden. Pellmia sat back, feeling as if hed scored a solid lance-hit. The Level 5 [Matchmaker] steepled his fingers. Now, to figure out a way to give Tyrion an anglewell, that was what his wife and daughters were for. If they didnt get the class

However, as providence would have it, that was when the Order of Seasons arrived. Ryoka Griffin turned in her seat as a [Soldier] of some kind entered the room.

Lord Veltras! Iforgive me, sire. I had no idea you were breakfasting.

The man was abashed. He looked like a [Captain] with more white than brown in his hairbut Pellmia identified him as one of the [Weapon Instructors] that Tyrion employed.

Not a regular [Soldier] or hed never dare to do this. Tyrion raised his brows, a bit annoyed, but the man had some leeway.

What is it? An emergency?

Notexactly. But you should see this, ladLord Veltras!

Ah, an old trainer. He was waving a little scrying orb around with the battle going on. Ryoka sat up as she heard Drassis commentary. But what got Lord Tyrion was the battle.

The Order of Seasons is sending their [Knights] against Ailendamus?

Exactly! Its the Season of Summer and theyre in lance-formation. Theyre going to try to break them down! Begging your pardon, Ullim, but I thought Lord Veltras would

Tyrion was half out of his chair. He looked as interested as he ever did, and Lord Pellmia recalled.

If there was an avid jousting fan in Izril, it was Tyrion. He liked tourneys and so on as much as Sammial liked watching the new football games. Ryoka was blinking at the unexpected interest.

Youdo you know about the Order of Seasons, Lord Tyrion?

She was interested for some reason as well. Lord Pellmia had no idea about Rabbiteater, or that Ryoka recalled where the Goblin was supposed to be. Yet the coincidence was something.

Tyrion was nodding. He visibly hesitated, reminded of Ryoka and his sons, and glanced at the [Weapons Instructor].

We canof course continue breakfast, Miss Griffin. Of course. Forgive my rudeness. I have some passing acquaintance with the Order of Seasons. Master Verdeem, I will have to review it later. Please find a way to save a copy.

The man nodded, but Pellmia had never seen Tyrion so reluctant to sit down and eat. Stillwhat a sense of decorum. Ryoka hesitated too.

Pellmia saw the opening and took his chance. He raised his finger, invoked his Skill.

The words spilled out of his mouth on auto. Exactly what he would have said if he had time to compose it.

Tyrion, Miss Griffin, I say we should hardly wait on protocol here. We are familiar with each otherand I confess, Ive had more than one breakfast around a scrying orb. Why dont we watch this fascinating event? Tyrion, youre an expert on mounted combat. Miss Griffin, do you have friends in the Order of Seasons? Ailendamus?

Sort ofdid they say one thousand [Knights] versus thirty thousand [Soldiers]?

Indeed. Shall we watch?

Tyrion and Ryoka looked at each other. They waveredthen Lord Tyrion turned to Jericha.

A larger scrying orb. Call Master Verdeem back. We shall breakfast while watching. Its far from hopeless, Ryoka. If I understand that the Summers Champion is leading the chargeI might say the odds are reversed depending on what Ailendamus has brought. I need to see both forces first.

The [Lord] looked hesitant as a space was cleared on the dinner table, but his desire to watch the battle overwhelmed his sense of propriety. His sons looking delighted didnt hurt either, or Ryoka. Pellmia sighed as Ryoka glanced at Tyrion.

Treant apples, it worked! He saw the Skill activate. Perhaps Ullim helped, but somehow, suddenly, they were all sitting together as a scrying mirror was set up. Almost by coincidence, Ryoka sat on Tyrions left with Hethon and Sammial crowding her in, Pellmia on Tyrions right. She frozebut Tyrion was talking animatedly.

The Order of Seasons, you see, are aura-experts. A fine group of [Knights] proficient in a number of weapon styles, although they tend to favor the traditional lance as well as weapon-and-shield combinations. Standard, but highly effective. The Season of Summer is their most numerous and high-leveled martial season.

There are four seasons, right? Ioh no. Thats my friend.

Ryoka glanced at the [Knight] riding in front. Pellmia was half-distracted by Tyrion and half by Ryokas remarks. Tyrion leaned in, frowning.

Not a member of the Order of Seasons. He rides with the Summers Champion.

Isis that good? The odds are high

Tyrion raised his brows.

The Summers Champion is always Level 40 or higher. Rest assured, Miss Griffin, that the Order of Seasons grandmasters are not poor fighters. Your friend is safer in front with the Summers Champion than in the back of the vanguard. Hethon, Sammial, observe. You see the way theyre riding? Theyve formed a Trilance vanguard; theyre certainly planning on a lance-charge

It was so strange hearing Tyrion talk with such detail and passion about anything. But thenthis was his forte. Ryokas edginess around him noticeably turned to actual attention as she realized hed forgotten about courting her. He was pointing out the formation, the way the [Knights] were sitting, the backup lances in their bags of holding to his sons, who also seemed bemused and delighted by their suddenly-talkative father.

In the meantime, they were sitting together. Talking. Oho. Ohohohoho.

Lord Pellmia rubbed his hands together and reached for a cucumber slice. The Level 6 [Matchmaker] felt his Skill working. Just a bit! However, the sight of Ryoka leaning over and listening to Tyrion, asking questions as he pointed out details and explained the [Knight] Orderhow could you dream of that after last night?

I understand you may have reservations about a relationship, Ryoka. Please address me with any complaints about my character or actions and I will happily discuss them now. I would like to hear any salient points you have.

Pellmia shuddered. After lines like that had been etched into Ryokasnot to mention Pellmiasvery soul? This was a miracle.

No, this was a Skill. He hadnt been able to activate it randomly, but it seemed that if he had an opportunity

[Romantic Push]. The [Lord] sat back, smiling. Then his face fell.

Giant oranges, if Ryoka and Tyrion do come to my home, Ill have to do this all day. Can our hearts take it?

His wife and daughter might actually expire if Tyrion came out with another line as bad as the rest. However, Pellmia put that aside. For now, he just sat with Tyrion and Ryoka, occasionally interjecting, kicking Tyrion, smiling desperately.

Counter-leveling.

-

The Order of Seasons rode to war, and the Goblin rode with them. He had nothing better to do.

No, he truly had nothing better to do. What else was there to do in life, other than to follow friends to battle and watch their backs? Nothing.

The Season of Summer understood a Redfang Goblins mind. They were alike in many respects. That was how theyd come to this.

War. A crusade against Ailendamus! They trotted down one of Pheislants wide highways, towards the army that had dared to cross Pheislants borders and attack the Dawn Concordat from the side.

Ailendamus army was larger by far than the thousand some [Knights], mainly [Summer Knights], and the mixed group of Pheislants soldiers contributed by noble houses. The retinue and personal retainers of some of the Order of Seasons members, like House Kallinads [Soldiers] who had come because Talia was riding with them.

When they had heard the Order of Seasons and the Summers Champion were marching on them, Ailendamus army had halted and moved back. Choosing their battlefield.

Rabbiteater knew all this, being with Greysten, the Summers Champion most of the day. He heard the condemnation by Pheislants ruler, the outrage of Knight-Commander Calirn, Ailendamus threats of war with Pheislant which might very well come to pass if Greysten did not turn around right now

None of it mattered. The Summers Champion had made his choice. Like a Goblin, he would not gainsay his oath. There was only right and wrong, and so summer rode to war. That was very Goblin-like to Rabbiteater, but there were differences.

Such as this: they sang as they rode. The Summers Champion had received word that the army had formed up in the pass ahead. He had Spring Knights scouting them, but he made no speeches, even though Wistram wanted an interview. He just began hummingthen, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, he burst into song and the other [Summer Knights] picked it up.

I rode down summer highways,

Following the spring.

Autumn chased close after,

In dappled leaves falling

Telling me what the future brings.

Summer is fading, the fire leaves

The sky, but I? I rode after sunlight

Until winter passed me by.

Are those Dragon wings I hear beating

Or the drumming of my heart?

If winter comes around me,

Stinky Rags didnt even want to talk with Mrsha, though. She was just whispering with Ulvama and Calescent. The [Chef] slurped some of his spicy-noodle with egg that was so tasty.

Rabbiteater did good. Lots of [Knights]. Think he can get us armor?

Hm. Too far. Let him do what he wants. Im more worried about [Knights]. Looks like Thunderbows are too weak. I need to revisit the plan, then.

Ulvama just snorted.

Dont fight [Knights] on flat ground. Fight in tunnels and collapse roof on them.

Sometimes you have to fight them flat.

Rags sighed. She rubbed at her head, frowning as she considered the battle and how she would have done it. Those [Summer Knights] were too much like the Rose Knights for her liking. Althougha bit less high-quality gear if some had gone down to arrows and whatnot. Less defense, more dangerous aura-abilities. She hadnt thought to make Goblinhome flame-proof.

Chieftain Rags, I have fought Izril [Knights]. Even Terandrian [Knights]. More importantly, I, Ulvama, can help you remember when Chieftains fought [Knights]. If I am your [Shaman].

Ulvama smiled sweetly. Rags glanced at her. The [Shaman] was still trying to get a promise to come back with Rags. The Goblin Chieftain shrugged.

Taganchiel can do the same. I can do it by myself as well.

Ulvamas smile turned into a scowl instantly.

Taganchiel is chief shaman? That idiot?

Mhm. I will tell him you said hello.

Chieftain

Ulvama tried again, but she kept brushing away Mrsha. The little Gnoll saw the [Shaman] round on her.

What, what?

Mrsha held up a card. Ulvama stared at it.

Can you pwease enchant my fur with armor?

Mrsha had added a little heart at the end too. Ulvama stared at her.

You want armor-markings?

Mrsha the Knight nodded. With her [Fur of the Fortress] Skill, shed be the strongest kid on the playground! She was sure theyd all seen this and they were probably getting weapons for a proper skirmish. Ulvama checked the note. Mrsha gave the [Shaman] a winsome look.

No. Im busy.

Ulvama chopped Mrsha on the forehead. The Gnoll girl howled silently and kicked Ulvama in the shins. The Goblin promptly kicked back. Mrsha hopped on one leg and held her forehead, debated punching Ulvamaand remembered the Goblin didnt stop retaliating like other adults did. You hit her, she hit back.

Dispirited, Mrsha slunk away. Stinky Ulvama. She headed for the door instead. Two Brothers followed her, and Mrsha sauntered up to the door. Liska was on-duty.

Liscor, please and thank you!

Liska eyed the note. The Gnoll was chewing on something. She slowly, carefully, reached for another bit of some kind of gum-bark from Baleros that Palt had given her. Popped another square into her mouth.

Nope.

Mrshas face fell. Liska glanced at her.

Youre in trouble for poisoning people. Shoo. Ishkrll be mad if I let you out.

Mrsha raised her paws in outrage! She couldnt be grounded! She had enacted justice yesterday! Okay, Ekirra hadnt forgiven her and she was in trouble because hed cried, but he had been mean first! And the [Knights] had beenbeen

She was trying to write all this down on paper since Liska didnt know Mrsha-signs, but the Gnoll wouldnt even read it!

Im not letting you out. Go away.

Mrsha the Indignant raised a punching fist. Liska saw it. She raised a kicking foot.

Im not letting you hit me. Ill kick you. Go away.

The little Gnoll stared at Liska. She slunk away, but not before pointing two furry fingers at her eyes and then at Liska. A clear threat. The Gnoll saw Mrsha slink behind a door, stare balefully at her, then shut it hard.

What a little spoiled brat.

Liska muttered. Mrsha yanked the door open and made a rude gesture. Liska made one right back.

-

Mrsha the Vengeful would make Liska pay. She was already formulating a way to get more of Calescents spice. Spicy ice cream! Spicy gum! Wait, spicy gum sounded sort of nice.

No one could stop Mrsha! She wanted to prevail on her agent, Niers, but he was still observing Rags. Mrsha stomped about, angry, plotting vengeance. A little Gnoll girl without proper parents.

Wanderer had seen it all before. At least she didnt look underfed. However, she was certainly going wild. No parents. But thentheyd been killed, hadnt they?

The Gnoll thoughtfully slipped away. It was easier to stare through a window than anything. Although hard enough; the Goblins had good eyes, the Antinium on the roof had nearly spotted him three times, and he wasnt going to even risk going inside.

Not with those hatted Humans. Still, he wasnt Wanderer for nothing. He sighed as he returned to the city.

Gnoll child with white fur loses her tribe. Lost, with uncaring Gnolls orhostile ones. There was just one thing he couldnt figure out.

Excuse me. Its me again.

When he returned to the inn where he was staying, Wanderer approached the counter. The Gnoll [Innkeeper] gave him a friendly look. Pawful of Cotton wasnt a high-class inn. It was cheap though, and Gnoll-centric. It certainly wasnt The Wandering Inn.

Oh, hello. Etrh, right?

Wanderer smiled.

Thats me. I just had one more question about the innI tried to get in, but its closed.

The Wandering Inn? Terrible business.

The Gnolls face fell. Wanderer nodded.

About thedamned murderers. Hectval.

The [Innkeeper] pursed his lips to spit, eyed his clean counter, and thought better of it.

What about them? If youre asking about the murderers, theyre dead. Torn to pieces by the Goblin. Good; I just wish hed sliced them up before.

The other Gnoll nodded. His brown fur was as innocuous as could be. Dyed, of course, and then scented with the road and normal smells. He leaned on the counter, frowning.

Yes, yes. You said. Can you tell meare you sure it was Drakes who did it? There wasnt one Gnoll?

The [Innkeeper] gave Wanderer a blank look.

One of us? Why would there be? No, it was Drakes.

Hrr. Well, thank you.

Wanderer left it at that. He had no proof of course. But the pieces were there. A Gnoll child picked up by a kind Human [Innkeeper]. Thensome Tribe heard about it and took care of the cursed child. Only, they got the Human instead.

Theyd come back. Or if it really hadnt been more than a Drake citytheyd come. Wanderer shook his head. Even with all the guardians, that was no place for a child to grow up alone. Justhow did you get to her? He sighed.

Coinpurse was going to owe him big for making this much work for him.

-

Mrsha the Not-A-Spoiled-Brat stole Kevins laptop. The young man protested, yawning.

Hey. I need that. What do you mean, its your turn?

The little Gnoll held up a card. It was her turn! She got a turn, and Numbtongue did. Theyd worked it out back when Numbtongue and her had fought over it. Mrsha got a turn, Numbtongue got a turn, and everyone else got a turn.

Since Numbtongue was sad, Mrsha got to use it for two thirds of the time and Kevin, as a everyone else, could use it for one third of the time.

The [Mechanic]s lips moved as he tried to work out her impeccable logic. In the end, he shrugged.

Fine. But let me save my data first. You can use it, but dont delete anything, understand?

Mrsha nodded impatiently. Then she took the computer. She wanted to watch the crime movie again. For notes. Mrsha was going to rule this filthy city if she had to stand on the burned tongues of her enemies to do it!

She began watching a movie in the Garden of Sanctuary, but then realizedno one was here. The beavers were sleeping.

Mrsha the Crime Boss looked around. Itwasnt bad that this was the case, but suddenly she wanted to watch in the common room. She knew she was supposed to keep the laptop secret, but she wanted Ulvama to watch with her. Or Kevin. Or Niers. Or

Anyone.

Mrsha padded into the common room. She looked around, and then carried the laptop over to Ulvama. She tugged at the [Shaman]s arm.

What? Watch? No. Im busy.

Ulvama was in deep discussion with Rags and Calescent. Rags frowned at the strange object in Mrshas hand, but Ulvama didnt seem to care. Mrsha stomped her feet and punched Ulvamas legthen ran off to a far table to watch by herself.

Stupid Ulvama! Stupid, stinking Ulvama with her big butt and stupid face! Now she couldnt even watch the movie and have fun. Mrsha looked around the quiet inn. She missed Temile. She missed the [Actors] and Menolit and everyone. She

Sniffed.

She missed Lyonette. Shed promised to come back by now. Ryoka had promised. Everyone lied. Adults all lied and the world was sin and crime andthey all left.

The door opened and closed. Mrsha didnt look up; shed put her head on the table. She heard Liskas voice.

No killing Goblins. Okay, I said it. You kill Goblins, you die. You can look around for a while, but were not open.

Dead gods.

There were some hushed voices. The Goblins looked up. Mrsha raised her head, pulling down the laptops screen. She heard a flurry of voices.

leave it. Or do you want to cause an incident? Where? Ah.

She saw four people standing in the doorway, taking in the inn. Mrshas eyes went round. She saw four Humans. Humans wearing golden armor.

[Knights]. Ser Dalimont and the other three Thronebearers spotted Mrsha at the same time as she saw them.

There they were. Suddenly, here! Thanks to Liska! How had they found her?

There truly only is one white Gnoll child in the city. How strange. Well done, Ser Dalimont.

The lone female [Knight] nodded to him. Ser Dalimont sighed, rubbing at still slightly-puffy lips. Mrsha shrank in her seat.

Boring competence! Her mortal enemy! Mrshas pulse accelerated, like the [Rogue] whose misdeeds had finally caught up to her.

It might be a terrible reckoning. Ekirra had been mildly burned and hed still had a terrible day. The Thronebearers had been carried out on stretchers.

They were right here, too. Nowhere to hideMrshas eyes slunk sideways towards the nearest wall. Shed run for it! Numbtongue was asleep, but she could door-port into his room. All she had to do was

Excuse me, young Gnoll Miss! Yes, you! I should like to have a word with you.

One of the Thronebearers strode across the room. The Goblins turned back. Ulvama sharply. She saw one of the Sersnot Dalimontbearing down on Mrsha.

Liska had already gone back to the door, blissfully ignorant of what shed caused. However, the rest of the inns protectors were more aware of the danger of armored Humans asking about white Gnolls.

Rags was allergic to non-Goblins in armor to begin with. She reached for her bag of holding and the crossbow, eying the four [Knights]. Three Goblins versus four [Knights] wasnt a matchup she wanted to take after todays broadcast, butshe eyed the curiously cold patch on the beams.

Maybe she wouldnt have to.

-

Niers Astoragon realized hed been made at the same time as he yanked his shortsword out of cover. Damn! He was all for pranks, which was why hed helped Mrsha, but depending on how this went, he might have to get involved.

If only to stop four Thronebearers from getting murdered in this inn!

The danger this time was not things going south for Mrsha. Rather, to Niers, it was three skilled Hobs on one sideand four Brothers of Serendipitous Meetings leaning out of their hallway position. They looked grim and if one of those ponced [Knights] so much as raised a hand, theyd be kissing armor-piercing daggers through their backs. Assuming they survived that, there was a mentally unstable Goblin with a crystal sword, an Antinium [Hunter] on the roof, and angry Beavers.

Mrsha saw the angry [Knight] coming and bolted from her seat for the nearest wall. Mrsha the Evasive leapt from her chair

Not so fast! [A Necessary Discussion]!

And froze. The foreign Thronebearer had grabbed her! With a Skill shed never heard of! He halted as the other three [Knights] walked forwards. Only Ser Dalimont glanced around uneasily. The other two called out.

Dont be too extreme, Ser Lormel.

Extreme? I should like a word myself.

The female [Knight]s brows were thunderous. Mrsha quaked, unable to move. Help me, Ulvama! Help me, Crimshaw!

Help me, Erin?

Her panic-stricken look made the [Shaman] raise her staff. Her eyes and tattoos began to glow ominously. Ser Dalimont reached for the shield at his side.

Ser Lormel, perhaps you should halt one second

Too late. The Thronebearer loomed over Mrsha. His golden armor was resplendently luminous, polished and buffed. He looked like a shining figure out of storiesonly slightly marred by lips that looked like a ducks bill.

So, here is the perpetrator of yesterdays incident. A restaurants reputation in ruins! Four Thronebearers of Eternal Calanfer, poisoned! I have some words for you, young lady.

Ser Lormel leaned down. The Brothers tightened their grips on their crossbow triggers. Niers opened his mouth to shout a word and Ulvama swung her staff up. Mrsha closed her eyes, covering her head as Lormels hand flashed down.

So this is my fate. Ive washed my paws in blood, and its time to dance the hempen jig at last. Do I have any regrets? Only that I didnt get away with it.

Mrsha the [Gang Boss]

-

An armored finger poked Mrsha gently in the forehead.

Very bad girl. One does not pour spice into other peoples food. I should like to tell you, young lady, that we all had to visit the [Healer]s because of you. Most unpleasant. I would like a word with your parents, and I would like you to consider the consequences of your actions.

Ser Lormel waved a finger in front of Mrshas bewildered face, his expression stern and angry. Then he glanced at the other two Thronebearers.

I say, was that too harsh?

The female [Knight] frowned, still wrathful.

Stern words, Ser Lormel, but leave it to her parents to decide a proper punishment. So long as it is appropriately done. What is the saying? Spare the rod, spoil the child?

The other [Knight] turned to her.

I believe, Dame Ushar, that the phrase is if they dont spare the rod, break their fingers. Spoil the child. A rather crude proverb other [Knight] orders employ.

Quite so, Ser Sest. Thank you for reminding me. So then, I should like to have a word with this young ones guardians! Where is that Drake? I assume shes a [Caretaker] of some sort?

Dame Ushar folded her arms and looked around the inn imperiously. Ser Lormel frowned at Mrsha. He saw her wide eyes and terrified expression and immediately knelt.

I seem to have gone too far. Im not angry, child. Not more than needs be. However, that prank could have hurt someone of less robust nature than the Thronebearers of Calanfer! Which is what we are. Let us promise not to do so again and we shall say no more of it.

He smiled and held out his hand. Mrsha stared at it and the [Knight] trying to reassure her.

Behind them, the Goblins had gone still. Ulvama had choked on magical firein a literal senseand was now hiccupping it out bit by bit.

The Brothers were all staring at the unexpected turn of events. One of them still had a finger on the crossbows trigger. He accidentally squeezed too hardCrimshaws hand blurred and yanked the bolt out before the thunk became fatal.

The Thronebearers all looked up, and took in the room again. They eyed the Goblins warily and Dame Ushar stepped back.

Goblins and not a soul in sight. Fellow Thronebearers, do you suppose this child has been neglected? Ser Dalimont, what did you say you heard about this inn, again?

That the owner was dead. And that someone like our target was spotted here.

Ser Dalimont, the [Knight] of Princess Seraphel, turned and looked down at Mrsha. He regarded her as she peered up at him. Ser Lormel rose.

Perhaps we should do something about it.

Mrsha saw half the room glance up. Oblivious, Ser Lormel went on.

Inform the Watch Captain. That is the protocol, isnt it? No, a [Guardsman]Drakes do love their Watch. Not a [Knight] in all the south to beseech to make sure this little one has a guardian! I say, is the caretaker of this establishment here? An employee? Hello?

He called out, raising his voice. Mrsha stared up at him.

Inform the Watch Captain? Why, that was the most ridiculous, most normal thing to do shed ever heard of! Ser Sest bent down, anger forgotten. He spoke, his lips still clearly red and enflamed.

Young child. What is your name? I am Ser Sest of the Thronebearers of Calanfer. That is a Terandrian Kingdom. We are [Knights]. Are your parents not around? Are you in any danger?

He glanced significantly at the Goblins and lowered his voice to a whisper only between them.

Simply nod if you need help, and upon our honor, we shall ensure you are kept safe. We are [Knights]I do not know if you know of our class, but we would never abandon someone in need.

A child in need. Politick demands certain sacrifices, Ser Sest, especially from home.

Dame Ushar corrected him. The Thronebearers waited as Mrsha stared up at them, horrified. Ser Sest began to look bemused at a lack of any response.

Oh no. Oh no. Mrsha felt a terrible pain in her stomach. A falling sensation. A sickness. She looked up at the concerned Thronebearers, who she had spiced nearly to death, now peering at Ishkr as he hurried downstairs, a mop in one hand, concerned abouther?

Oh no. They were decent people.

Im so sorryer

Ishkr did a double-take as he saw the [Knights]. Ser Lormel strode over at once and performed an elegant bow.

Ser Lormel of the Thronebearers of Calanfer. Are you this young childs father, sir? We would like to have a few words, if we may.

Dont forget to ask about the whereabouts of our target.

Dame Ushar whispered. Ser Lormel nodded and Ishkr stared at him, then Mrsha, not sure where to start.

Me? Her father? Er, no, I

A loud sniff interrupted everyone. Ser Sest reached for his belt pouch hurriedly. Mrsha sniffed again, and began to cry.

There, there. We arent angry. Here, dry your tears. Ser Lormel, you were far too harsh on the girl.

Ser Sest offered her a scented handkerchief, which only made it worse. They didnt understand. They thought Mrsha was scaredor in danger! The Thronebearers protectively closed around her, eying Ishkr more balefully as the Gnoll tried to explain.

It occurs to me that Gnoll or not, she doesnt have any clothes, Ser Dalimont. We should at least ensure a Senior Guard is aware of this, shouldnt we?

Dame Ushar conferred with Dalimont. He held up a placating hand.

Gnoll children run around without for a while. Lets not jump to conclusions.

That, at least, was sensible. The other three Thronebearers werent evil stupidity incarnate. They were nicebut still sort of stupid. Mrsha couldnt stop crying. She felt bad. She had donea bad thing.

She didnt want to be mean anymore.

-

Ishkr finally got the [Knights] to calm down with an abbreviated version of the truth. They ended up sitting around the table, still concerned for Mrshas wellbeing.

A child should not be alone at any time, Mister Ishkr. It is not our place to lecture, but the Thronebearers of Calanfer are by way of being a [Knight]-Order that practices law, social graces, and non-martial skills as well as combat. A dedicated [Carer] would be required in Calanfer; it does not simply do to let one run around, even in the same establishment. Especially an inn. Who is the parent?

He remembered The Wandering Inn had lost its owner and continued in a whisper, although Mrsha heard everything.

If they are ah, deceased

No, no. Shes left me in charge. Itsmy fault. I should have kept a better eye on her.

Is there no [Carer] one can employ? If it is a matter of funding

The Thronebearers were consulting their funds. Mrsha was trying to shake her head as Ushar kept asking her questions.

So you are fed, cared for, and want for nothing? Are you sure, little Miss? We must leave on our pressing quest, and if you need but anything

They had been told Mrsha wasnt able to talk, so all three politely waited as she scribbled furiously on the table. Mrsha had almost forgotten why they were here, and she was trying to signal Ishkr not to talk about Lyonette! The Gnoll was so flustered though, he didnt see her. Mrsha hurriedly handed the notecard to Dame Ushar and the woman read.

To the Thronebearers of Calanfer:

I, Mrsha, would like to most sincerely apologize for my flagrant actions and immodest conduct. I prostrate myself before you for my untoward actions and can only, once again and repeatedly, ask for your forgiveness.

It is true that my state of affairs is not ideal, but it is far from degrading. I want for little, and but for my own careless actions, I am normally accompanied by sufficient guardianship, although my parent is not, at this moment, present. I apologize once again and would like to make amends by offering you a refreshment or cake product

It had taken her a while to write so much. Ser Dalimont had risen to speak to the Goblins, albeit at a wary remove, and Dame Ushar and Ser Sest were still stuck on maybe Mrsha is abandoned mentally. Even Ser Lormel seemed happy enough not to ask Lyonettes name, merely inquire about Mrshas health.

But Mrsha had made one huge mistake. They were Thronebearers, not the Order of Seasons. On the battlefield, you could hand the [Summer Knights] the victory every time. However, on the dance floor or when reciting law?

I say, what extraordinary penmanship! I havent seen such grace in half the [Scribes] of the Mages Guild we have passed by on this continent!

Ser Sest remarked. Dame Ushar blinked at the cursive writing, the laborious use of language. She eyed the neat spacing on the card, and style. Slowly, she turned in her seat.

Ser Dalimont?

The Thronebearer looked over his shoulder. Dame Ushar rose, and Mrsha looked up as the Thronebearers eyes lit up.

Lyonette has been here. This is letter-writing only someone from Calanfer would employ. Excuse me, Mister Ishkr. Do you know a red-haired young woman?

Carmine

Ser Sest nudged Ser Lormel. Dame Ushar ignored them and went on.

A red-haired young woman, who might go by the nameLyonette? Lyonette du Marquin?

Mrsha froze. Ishkr glanced at her, then the Thronebearers.

Lyonette? Yes, of course. Shes Mrshas motherthat is to say, shes raising Mrsha and running the inn. However, shes in Oteslia on businessMrsha!

The flying kick was too late. The Thronebearers turned into golden statues. They stared at Mrsha, at Ishkr. Ulvama sat back down and reached for some of the cold noodles in one of the bowls. She began to eat, frowning.

She had no idea what was going on.

-

There was some delight to be had in trivial misunderstandings. Little dramas were more satisfying than larger ones with actual strife.

Much fun could be had about rather a lot of nothing. And if you were bored, you had all the time in the world to devote tonothing. Or rather, fun plots and schemes.

Perhaps that was how, as Ryoka Griffin found herself riding north to visit Lord Pellmias estates, she found herself the target of countlessbusybodies.

Lady Buscrei had ridden day and night on the most urgent of business: securing gliders for her family. Lord Swey was slower, not having any movement Skills, but she was told he was enroute.

Keireen!

She greeted the [Lady] of House Quellae and the daughter, Betta Quellae, and was promptly ushered into the parlor. House Quellae was a rather pleasant place to visit, being home to one of the largest orchards in all of northern Izril.

Thus, local [Lords] and [Ladies] often came to pick the produce by handor at least, House Veltras scions enjoyed that. Keireen Quellae and her daughter were gracious hosts, and Lord Pellmia was no less skilled.

Of course, there was always one bad apple in a metaphor, and that would be his somewhat arrogant boy. He made an appearance, but didnt linger. Just as well Buscrei hadnt brought her sons, or it might be another not-so-casual duel in the sparring grounds.

Buscrei, you alarm me. Did you ride the entire way here pell-mell like that?

The [Hunting Lady] brushed off Keireens dismay at her somewhat disheveled state.

Bah. I got out of the swamps before I woke up. Otter-dog sled. Then I rode here as fast as could be. Be grateful I didnt take half the family, but I cant just drop in unannounced.

Any time! Pellmia loves guests. But I dont think youre here just for fruit? Youll take some back, of course.

Naturally. And I brought purified water for those picky damned trees of yours. Enough of that. What do you think about Tyrion and the Wind Runner?

Keireens eyes lit up. Betta, returning with snacks and tea, broke in.

Shes on her way here! Father managed to persuade her to come with Lord Tyrion and his sons! Hes become a [Matchmaker].

Of all things, at his age.

The [Lady] sighed, but her eyes were dancing. Buscrei grinned.

Hes got to have the right class to hunt quarry, and theres a Phoenix on the wing if I ever saw one. Im surprised she hasnt flown for the hills!

Especially after what Tyrion said. Did you hear how he asked to court her? Asked? He knelt down in front of everyone, [Soldiers], his sons, andI have Pellmias transcript, word-for-word. And some of the other things he said in public! Pellmia says its been burned into his soul.

Ill get it!

Betta hurried off and returned with the piece of parchment. She handed it to Buscrei and the [Hunting Lady] laughed so hard she nearly passed out.

Its not funny!

Betta protested while trying not to smile. She looked at her mother.

If any boy said that to meeven one I likedId hide in the pantry every time I saw them! Does Lord Tyrion have no tact at all?

She was dismayed, because shed met Tyrion and while he was stiff as an ironwood tree, shed rather been enamored by one of the famed heads of the Five Families. More than one young woman in the region liked him.

Hes always been like that. I think he took a bad hit to the head one time when he was young and it knocked everything but tilting and strategy out of his head. My, my. Can I get a copy of this? Everyone in the family needs to see this. Hah! Well frame it in our lodge.

Buscrei cackled, then turned serious. Keireen had gone off to fetch another guest who had arrived and had been resting from the sudden travel.

Just so Im certain, we are on the same side here? Ryoka and Tyrion sounds like an entertaining match. Oswens all for it. Especially if we get a Courier in the family. Thats good blood.

We are on the same side. We would rather like to see a union as wellif it can be arranged.

The second guest emerged. Lady Desinee El. Buscreis eyes shot into her hair and she rose to her feet.

How did the House of El get wind of this?

We are interested in the Wind Runner as well. If she stays in the northLady Buscrei Oswen. Do you have a plan?

Four [Ladies] conferred in the parlor, but that would soon be two [Lords] and four [Ladies] when Swey and another [Lord] arrived. Of course, that was the most passionate endorsers of this relationship.

Theres opposition, you know. I ran into old Lord Aghonst, who was practically frothing at the mouth to put a bee in Tyrions ear about marrying a commoner.

Damn. That dried up piece of leather? Is he on his way?

Might be. But hell be delayedI cut his horses loose in the stables and had two of my people run them off.

The [Lord] and [Climber] smiled smugly. The others in the now-crowded parlor nodded. Already, the lines were being drawn. An anti-relationship faction was no doubt gathering in their own way.

It would depend on who had the best organization, the best strategy. It was also hugely fun. Keireen clapped her hands, drawing everyones attention.

Miss Griffin and Lord Tyrion are ostensibly here to collect some of our finest fruits and tour the place. Something to do with a debt to friends? Were giving heror them, Pellmia was unclearsome wine. You all happen to be here for the harvest. My plan is, on first meeting, to organize a little fruit-gathering expedition. In pairs. A competition. Tyrion and Ryoka will be one pair, naturally, and I know Tyrion will compete.

So will this Wind Runner. According to my notes, shes competitive too. I do want to meet her in person.

Betta had somehow acquired a facts-sheet on the Courier, and was passing copies around. Lord Swey waved a half-eaten peach at the people here.

Thats fine for an opener, but what if she runs? She pulled a fast one and left my family when she visited.

She cant do that. Simplest solution? Get her to show the glider and someone crashes it. Ortermites. Is there a [Druid] around? We can do the same for the wind suit.

Ill spill something on her clothes and we can have them washed. Well need a rotation of places they visit of course; we cant stretch out one place more than a few days. And it gives us time to set up! The House of El will certainly contribute. Deilan himself would host you all, just to look at her Kaalblade!

Desinee clapped her hands together. Buscrei rubbed at her chin.

Speaking of which, isnt Ryoka taking sword-lessons from Tyrion? We can do something with that.

Is she?

Plotting intensified.

-

Ryoka Griffin felt distinctly unwell. The ride to Lord Pellmias lands was fasteverything was fast when you had Lord Tyrions Skills boosting your speed. Even with Sammial and Hethon riding more clumsily, and Ryoka was included in the untrained category, they could cover ground faster than most [Riders].

She felt eyes on her the entire way here, and stuck close to Hethon and Sammial. They, at least, were somewhat neutral parties.

It had begun. A terrible suspicion fell upon Ryoka. How else did you explain Ullim just happening to make sure Ryoka sat next to Tyrion at their lunch, or Pellmia engaging her and Tyrion in talk, such that Ryoka couldnt slip away to contemplate downing an invisibility potion and fleeing?

Lord Tyrions proposalto datestill burned in Ryokas head. She winced every time she remembered. Worse, she could already see its effects.

Was that Lord Aghonst I thought I saw coming up the road?

Tyrion turned his head, bemused. He was willing to slow the fast-moving group heading north, but Jericha shook her head.

Lord Aghonst seemed quitetired, Lord Veltras. I directed him to the keep to rest.

Where he would be expecting Tyrion, but hopefully be delayed long enough by Ullim to fail to catch up before they arrived. Jericha sighed, but she had cast her lot in with one side.

Were nearly at the outskirts of the orchards. I think it might be cherriesIm told theyre ready to drop! Hethon, Sammial, are you fond of that fruit?

Yes!

Both boys chorused happily, although Sammial was frowning. He was trying to copy the [Summer Knights] and set fire to a pinecone hed picked up. Ryoka didnt know which was more alarming. The idea of Sammial with a fire-auraor the fact that the air seemed a tad bit warmer around him.

It was probably her imagination. Ryoka felt hot and cold. Clammy. This? This was a nightmare.

In a nutshell, Lord Tyrion had asked to courtdate her. And he waswell, older. He had kids! He was Lord Tyrion of House Veltras, one of the most influential [Lords] in the world. And he had knelt down in front of everyone and

Thwack. Hethon jumped as Ryoka slapped her head to knock the memory out. No good. The problem was

How did she get out of this? Just run away? Pellmia had stopped her, and she owed Tyrion for the army, and the faebut this?

She tried to think of it objectively. In a vacuum, in a complete void where there were no outside factorsthe problem was, Tyrion would have had a chance. He was certainly attractive to her in a few ways.

However, he was a father. He had kids, and he was a [Lord] with all that entailed. Ryoka was also Ryoka and her ability to handle this was about on par with her ability to make friends or form meaningful relationships that didnt involve life-or-death scenarios now and then.

She knew his reputation. He had sieged Liscor! He was a father and shed already met Relc. She knew all of thisshe just wished she didnt actually like him. Despite everything, Ryoka didnt hate Tyrion, who rode about like the wind and carried debts and

Just not this.

Hethon glanced at Ryoka. She looked distinctly unwell. The Wind Runner was hiding behind him from Lord Pellmia, who kept trying to move her over to Tyrion.

Ah, theres my family. And look! We have guests! Theyve come out to meet us? What a surprise.

Lord Pellmia beamed and Ryoka Griffin looked up. She took one look at Lord Swey, Lady Buscrei, Lady Desinee, Pellmias wife and daughter and the baskets they carried for cherry-picking and turned white. She saw them smile at her and Tyrion.

Ryoka! We just met. What a coincidence that you should be here when we are. Tyrion, you rogue.

Buscrei grinned at Tyrion, who nodded to her stiffly, uncomprehendingly.

I didnt expect to see you here, Buscrei. I heard you were in Oswen when Miss Griffin last visiteddays ago.

He glanced at her. Ryoka bared her teeth at Buscrei. The [Hunting Lady] winked.

I just had to come up north for the produce and deliver some of the purified water. Ryoka, it is good to see you.

Miss Griffin. Were all out picking cherries and we just heard Tyrion and company would be coming by for a visit. Why dont you join us in harvesting, then we can all settle in. We could even make a game of it!

Swey beamed aroundDesinee nudged him. Introductions first! He was being too forwards. Ryoka Griffin looked around at the sly looks, the knowing glances andsnapped.

Hethon Veltras was impressed. He actually saw Ryoka snap, and understood why you used that expression. She twitched so hard her horse froze up, wondering if its rider had died.

Im Desinee, Lord Pellmia, I do hope Im not imposing? I just happened to be in the area and

Excuse me.

Ryokas strangled voice interrupted Lord Pellmia and Desinee El. She slid from her horse and looked around.

The first-wave of the relationship conspiracy glanced at Ryoka, worried. She had a sickly look on her face. Tyrion glanced at Ryoka.

You seem unwell. Are you motion-sick, Ryoka?

No. Thank you, Lord Tyrion. Im just

Ryoka looked around. Keireen smiled innocently at her. Buscrei, Sweythe Wind Runner inhaled. She was not an idiot.

Im sorry. I justI think I havent been direct enough.

Pellmias face fell. He tried to activate his [Avert Disaster] Skill, but it wouldnt work or it was on recharge! He signaled the others, but Ryoka was determined. She had to do it now!

Miss Ryoka, why dont you lie down and

Swey spoke hurriedly, but Ryoka spoke over him, looking at Tyrion.

I never responded to you, Lord Tyrion. And I see its caused misunderstandings. You asked to court me yesterday.

She wanted to explode. This? This was as bad as him kneeling in front of her while everyone watched. There were more people watching this time, actually. But while Ryoka Griffin walked in hellit had to be done.

Lord Tyrion faced her, nodding.

If you have an answer

I do.

Ryoka Griffin inhaled, managed not to puke, which was the last thing she needed, and spoke, fixing her gaze on him to avoid the looks from everyone else.

Lord Tyrion. I appreciate youroffer to court me. But I have to refuse.

Noo! No! We have to stop her! Theres a chance! You cant get the [Matchmaker] class if there wasnt anything there! Do something, father!

Betta shriek-whispered into Pellmias ear. The [Lord] was looking around. He made a hand-sign to Swey. Get a horse to kick you! That was a good distraction. Swey mouthed.

What? What are you pointing at the horse for?

Ryoka ignored the whispers. She went on, sweating as she stared at Tyrion. Blink, damn you! Do you know how hard it is to meet your gaze?

Icant accept your offer to court me for a number of reasons. Im flattered, butI dont want to marry anyone. Or date! Youre a [Lord], and Im a Courier. Andyeah.

She stopped. Everyone waited, but Ryoka was done. She stepped back.

Im really sorry, but my answer is no.

Pellmia exhaled like hed been stabbed. Buscrei groaned. Tyrion? He just nodded.

I see. Is there no way I can change your mind?

Its not that Im not flattered! I justcant.

Ryoka was backing up, and the wind was growing. Tyrion trotted forwards a bit.

I did not offer marriage, Miss Griffin. I simply would like to know if you are amenable

I have things to do, Im so sorry if Ive led anyone to a misunderstanding by being silent.

Ryoka saw Hethon and Sammial look askance. Lord Tyrion glanced at them.

Ryoka. Would you not stay? My feelings aside, my sons do seem to enjoy your company.

The Wind Runner hesitated. They gave her pleading nods. She bit her lip.

Its just

Miss Ryoka, you must stay. What about the gifts to your friends? Fruits as souvenirs for Liscor?

Pellmia broke in desperately. Tyrion looked at her.

Is there no chance?

Hell. Ryoka Griffin was shaking her head. She just opened her arms and the wind caught the windsuit.

Look, Im sorry, but this? This is insane. I have to go. Ill talk to you all later. A month later or something, okay? We can talk then. Just dontdont.

She looked at Desinee. The [Lady] was opening her mouth to say something. Ryoka had nothing. She just jumped.

Ryoka! Wait! Dont leave!

Sammial shouted, and his plea was the one thing that made the Wind Runner look down. Howevershe caught the air and was up in a second.

We pushed too hard!

Keireen cried out, dismayed. Foiled! Weeks, perhaps months of fun ruined! Lord Pellmia was shaking his head, sighing, as Betta remonstrated with him. They turned to Tyrion, wondering how hed take it

The [Lord] was gone. Everyone looked around and saw a shape, faster than an arrow, speeding after Ryoka. Lord Pellmias jaw dropped. Buscrei began to cackle with laughter.

I forgot! Hes as stubborn as stone too!

-

He was following her! Ryoka did a double-take as the wind screamed around her. She flew, away from Pellmias orchards and colorful trees, straight as the crow flies.

Nevertheless, the zig-zagging figure kept up. He called to her, and somehow she heard him over the roar of the wind.

Ryoka! Ryoka, halt, please!

Stop following me!

She flew higher, but Lord Tyrion followed her. He was too fast!

It was insane. Even in the air, Ryoka was going fast. On land? Only Magnolias carriage could have kept up with her, or maybe the Unmarked Coach. Or

Lord Tyrion Veltras. Like before, they skimmed across the landscape. He was pushing his horse, but he could speed up. Ryoka looked down.

The only people who could keep up with each other locked gazes. She had never been this fast. But him? When he galloped, he left everyone behind. What must it feel like to chase someone? To stare up and

She looked away. Began to fly higher. Tyrion called out to her.

Was there a chance?

If there wasnt, still dont go. Because you are needed. My sons smile around you.

Dont go.

There was no way she could have heard him, flying hundreds of feet higher. No waybut the wind blew his voice to her. Ryoka Griffin wavered.

What about Mrsha, though? What about Erin? She looked north, to the coast, still invisible from where she flew. Beyond it lay the place where fate had told her she could find a way to save Erin. She couldnt tarry here. No matter how much she saw in Hethon and Sammial. Why had the fae dropped her back where she started, rather than on Terandria?

Perhaps because they wanted her to meet Tyrion? A [Lord] with an army.

She looked down at him. She wanted to believe he was an honorable man. One who had done terrible things, but someone she could trust. More than Magnolia. She couldnt fly alone. Something was coming. Something was back.

Even so, this, of all things, Ryoka Griffin ran from. She would rather fight for her life than

The Wind Runner began to leave the [Lord] behind. Flying up. Away.

-

Below her, the busybodies were crying out. Shouting encouragement. Swey tore at his mustache.

No! Shes getting away! Do you think hell chase her until she lands?

Maybe he should!

Buscrei nodded at the idea, but Pellmia shook his head. He knew Tyrion. The man wouldnt press his suithe was stubborn, but not unchivalrous. He turned to his wife and daughter.

No, we went too far! Damn, damn and rot! Shell avoid the north like the plague itself for months! Shes leaving! We cant go all the way to Liscor! Even Tyrion would take days to get there.

Weeks regularly. Far too long.

An annoyed voice agreed. Betta shook her head.

There was a chance! Im sure of it! Id bet my class on it! Father, cant you use a Skill? Knock yourself out! Maybe youll get another Skill!

She raised the basket and her father shielded his head. They all looked up. Ryoka was just a speck in the sky, now. Desinee sighed, wistfully.

Thats it. Well never catch her. Not the Wind Runner.

Unacceptable. She cant just fly off. I dont have time for this.

Pellmias head turned.

Who is saying that? Its her decision after all

He trailed off. Hed thought it was one of the other [Lords]. One of the other people here. But the voice continued.

You wont escape me. Not you, [Thief]!

Everyone looked around. Sammial rubbed at his ears. He frowned. Thenstared up.

Whats that?

The gathered nobility looked up and cried out. High overhead, the sky opened. The Wind Runner, a speck in the air, twisted

A bolt of lightning cracked down, glowing red and hit her. Keireen screamed. Lord Pellmia shouted in horror.

-

not escape. You are hunted, [Thief]! I know your name

Ryoka Griffin felt one of her protective rings explode. She didnt hear the rest as the voice screamed at her. She was falling, falling through hot air as her shredded wingsuit shrieked with the wind trying to buoy her up. The impact had torn the clothshe was falling

Damned busybodies.

The Wind Runner saw the ground spiraling towards her as she activated a failsafe. The Scroll of Featherfalling glowedand she slowed, drifting towards the ground. She was dizzywounded. The red lightning had sapped something.

Was it fate? She felt the gap in the sky closing, swearing vengeance.

Yet, as Ryoka drifted to the ground, parts of her clothing on fire, half-fainting, she saw him. Speeding towards her, shield and lance raised, looking for the enemy.

Ryoka Griffin was laughing as Tyrion Veltras caught her. He looked down at her, serious. The Wind Runner stared up at him.

I might be in a bit of trouble.

Then she passed out.

Authors Note: Im back. The break always helps.

Unfortunately, though, this month is going to be the month of business. Not writingwell, also writing, but mostly other stuff. I might have to keep the chapters short-er, and my break timing is going to be oddbut well see what happens and Ill keep you updated.

Hope this was a fun first chapter back! Theyre always hard until I get into the groove of things, but it beats working with 0 breaks. I did that for like, 3 years with only a break every New Year? Madness.

Anyways, I am rest. Hope you enjoyed and see you next chapter! Watch out for lightning bolts from the sky. Thanks for reading!

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