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Prologue: As You Desire
The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room. Delire stiffened up, gazing at her brother, her king, Furchwille. His toned arm, already back at his side, so quickly as if nothing had happened. Rakel was silent, despite the slap. The dark purple from which she had received a week before was near gone on her fair skin, but noticeable, nonetheless; now t’was to be replaced by a purple more gruesome than before.
“You’re a fool. You know what happens if defy me and spout the nonsense you do.” Rakel said nothing, but, as Delire had learned within the past two years of knowing the brunette is that she was always thinking, she always had plan. Perchance, this is why Furchwille loathed her so.
“Your Majesty,” Rakel now spoke, her voice calm and unaffected from what had just happened, but her silver eyes said otherwise, “I only suggest that you repel the tax upon the common folk, many of which are completely loyal to yours truly. The DraKaui and the Aura Readers can be taxed; you, after all, have ever so generously provided sanctuary in Pahadon.”
“The common folk are what make up most of Pahadon’s population. We need the money, and I’ll be if we don’t receive it.”
“Your Majesty,” Delire interrupted the two, yet remained ever so fearful of the Regalia that laid in her brother’s king’s hands, “mayhap Rakel may have another means of bringing in frond.”
“Then let’s hear it. Rakel, if you may…” He smirked at her, eye to eye with her, so that she knew that he had every ounce of control over her. One mistake, and it would mean the end for her dear Edaine. And know she did.
“I propose a mercenary group, Your Highness, sponsored in the name of Pahadon. A fourth of the frond would-”
“Half Rakel. If I sponsor you, I need the money to do so-”
“A third then. The mercenaries would want the money to continue their work.”
Furchwille sighed, admitting defeat to the girl he had lost to so many, many times before. But his grip on the Regalia tightened. “A third it is. But I want results. If you do not meet the designated amount of frond within a moons time, not only will you have to repay me personally, and you know what will happen to precious Edaine.”
Rakel nodded to “her king”. She had survived Himaha for 13 years, and came with Edaine to Pahadon seeking sanctuary, personally to Delire. She came from the blazes back into the blazes and ended under the employ of a tyrant. “I understand Your Highness. Thank you for the op-”
“You are dismissed. Get out.” Furchwille pointed at the silver door. Rakel, without saying a word, bowed and left, her ponytailed hair bouncing with each silent step she took. “Now, Delire.” A hand went up to her chin, turning her head rapidly as she stared into her brother’s crimson eyes, a hue identical to her own. “I give you the task of supervising this project. I expect honest reports or... do you so desire to end up like Father?”
“Yes, Your Highness.” She quickly shifted away from her brother, yet faced him all the same. Her eyes did not meet his, for one glance and he would know that she had lied, and, undoubtedly, he would execute her. The rage for the involvement in the murder of their her father still burned within her for the past 21 years.
“It’s a shame Delire.” He paused and grinned madly to himself, “the Aura Reader has a lot of promise. If only she was... MORE OF A LAMB.” He swung forth his axe and drove it into the wooden table, causing it and all the tomes on it, to collapse. “I’ll prove her wrong. She doesn’t know anything, ANYTHING, about money. She doesn’t, she doesn’t…”
“THAT’S YOUR HIGHNESS TO YOU.” He barked into her face, although her reaction didn’t change.
“Your Highness. Dare you to think that, mayhap, there is a reason to the lack of frond in the castle?” Silence, a good sign, so Delire continued, “When Father was murdered, so his colleagues and their house fell into ruin. House Ridessia, House Colik, House Novin and so many others. They would still support you if-”
“You really give a care about that? I needed to teach them a lesson...and a lesson they were taught. They were weak old men anyways. Just like Father. They would have ruined my country, sister. I saved Pahadon. Me, and me alone. I saved this country and the Regalia is in hands to someone who truly deserves to wield it.” Naturally, Delire’s crimson eyes went up to the axe within her brother’s hand, Kulana. Although she was young, she remembered the color of the trim of Kulana when her father held the Regalia with pride, t’was golden, just like his heart. Now, the trim was crimson, but not like her hair or eyes, no, a crimson akin to the color of blood.
When her brother had finally dismissed her, Delire went after the brunette Aura Reader, and found her almost immediately. To be fair, it was never a daunting task, for she wore mage robes of silver and jade and was unusually tall for the age of fifteen (the added height of her mage hat that she never took off only contributed to this). Rakel sat within the library, with tomes stacked into messy piles beside her, as she stroked the feather of her crow, Wasin. Gnawing at her boots was Silver, nearly 2 months, a wyvern which Delire had gifted the brunette herself.
Before Delire could speak, Rakel did it for her. “Finally dismissed, eh? It’s about time.” Delire approached her, “Well you know him. Went on a full tangent about how he “saved” this country. Everytime, I ask myself, what would Pahana think about this?”
“Pahana doesn’t care. She’s too busy up in the Sacred Realm with all of the other of her kind to care about us. After all, they were banished by us.”
“But what if she does care? They can still look down on us from far above in the Realm.”
“Like she does.” Then there was silence. Rakel was right. Despite bearing Pahana’s brand on her hip, she knew Pahana didn’t care. Why should she after all?
“Say, Delire.” Rakel stopped petting her crow, which earned a screech from such, and picked up Silver (who was rightly named). For a second, Delire swore she saw the birthmark that surrounded Rakel’s left eye glow a purple before returning to its original peach color. “Why don’t we kill the king?”
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