The wait for desolation she declared be ended, as the sibling hatred inside the chambers of the Queen unfolded like two scorpions in a bottle. The sun dials beyond the grand windows and the sisters' quarrelling shadows be casted in the heated floor. The entirety, through the corners and edges of the dragons chamber echoed the roar of her older sister.
Queen Dester: ON HOW IN THE HELL CAN WE FIGURE OUT THE BATTLES TO TAKE SANDRA!? Where as now I unleashed the whip to you! The Gods be damned by your decisions!
Her tears dripping slow in the time she use her sympathy to the lost souls of her city. The queen's hands flew, like a whip of her brown dress, it plunged through the right cheeks of Sandra while she is laying in the ground, weak and helpless. Her younger sister of blood tries to fight back and slipping her head side to side to dodge her fists. The Princess halting her hands in mind thinking that her legs are deemed to be reputedly useless, but in her matter of locking was wrong. The Queen gutted Princess Sandra with the knee of no concussion, twice, thrice, and another until she was satisfied by the wail of the princess, rendering the song of agony from her mouth.
Queen Dester: I trusted you and our brother to take care of the City as I bid. Both of you have seen me rule this kingdom for years beside me, and yet did not know how to act to be one!
The Princess slowly shutters her eyelids as the blows threw her long enough to breathe. Dester saw her sister keeps tapping on the bruises behind the sleeping garment of white, massaging her waist with her shaking hands. No words were coming but a shrinking sound of a sobbing woman rethinking her choices to be in the hands of good and evil.
Princess Sandra: I only wish...to...keep in track...of the realm.
Queen Dester: Keep in fucking track? A single dragon ignited the city, many have perished and turned their worldly goods and lives into ashes.
In between her words were deep and heavy breathing, struggling to catch the essence of hope within the room filled with heated rhythm.
Princess Sandra: I have no wish for that to happen and either the death of our people.
She expected it, anticipated the moments of her anger after landing the left swing of her palms then letting her elbows do the strangling, and pressing her body downward to cause more.
Queen Dester: You also have no wish to inform me! The chambers are open for Artifar and you Sandra, I am free to take any assurance for you actions. In your will, you are sending how many? Ten or not, eight dragons to patrol the shores of the Archipelago!?
Princess Sandra: It is better! What if we do not know by now that the lions are now taking up their territory to our Islands~
At the midst of her terrible shout, Dester grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it backwards to meet her hidden eyes and forced her to open it. The princess began lifting off herself from the warm ground, then there she sat with two knees together and two hands on the floor. Her eyes still dropping to check on her body and then darting back up to see the Queen. Dester keeping the measures of her fury and terror, taking another step to crowd and tower her, waiting for the princess' words.
She took a deep breath, stomach tighten and the princess threw up on the floor, which is already in pain but it growled for some more. She crawled over, got hold of the queen's royal bed and slowly got herself upright despite of her trembling, blood stained knees.
Queen Dester: State your act of treason Sandra, and let that be a judge for your fate.
Sandra cries while blowing her nose in every breath she takes.
Princess Sandra: Ten of them, the small ones...to the scattered parts of the East...contiguous to the Islands of Azuros...and Emera and any other parts that belongs to our Country...I let them do their duty as I bid.
Queen Dester: Let them? Yes, I can definitely tell that you let them be without any planning of the route? Brainless.
Quicker than a sing, the Princess told, pointed out with courage the proximate target of the patrol during the day of their provisional stead to the throne. The Queen then mirrored her action, grabbing her staff and trying to stand upright from her damaged and resting knees. She saw her little sister clutching her throat while crying, her face she saw turned from pale to blush, coughing.
On her unoccupied hands, she pointed at the grand glass of the window which shows the city's charred scar, and at the distant east is the massive spherical shelter of the realm's half savior. She looked, and at glance is the monstrous cave built by the men of the longest reigned Queen in history for twenty years, with the use of wood ash, sand, and molten metals for it to be colored, a secret fulfilled for rivals to fear.
Queen Dester: The dome is now handled by Artifar, and do not wait me to order him to unchain the beast underneath that sheet of glass. Ordering ten riders to see the island is unnecessary, one is enough, that many is your fantasies.
The finger of pointing now turned to her, and she began to stroll slow forward.
Queen Dester: And now I see...that you are not deserving of all lands and titles, especially my crown for you are the heir while I have no child to success with, but then I figured out that I need one to inherit so that it will never happen.
They are now close enough to lose one's thought and hold one's breath. In the darkest corner where the oak wood of desk be placed and a hollow shelf behind it. Fifty books piled by histories and lore, myths and legends, creatures of the unknowing lands appear through the structured words of wisest masters she lay her back. She feared her presence until she wept again, and felt like she is spiraling in to the dark of the inescapable withdrawal of her title, falling in the blackened fissure of the world.
Sandra: Please...being a princess is enough to thank the privilege of yours my good sister...do not take me away from my dream. The death of many is not my desire...I could've save them from it but I can't!
Queen Dester: The dream of yours is done as I said it. I swam my way into the crown, and I did everything to take you into the dreams you ever wanted since we were a child, but then you betrayed me, you betrayed my Kingdom. Now enough of that none sense tears Sandra, I want you to choose or else I will never speak to you again.
The eyes were cold as ice and pale, the heart of her face melted and what remains was the emotionless Queen. Dester looking at her sister through the eyes, neck elevated as the younger breed was taller than her. The fate was spread out like a deck of three cards, a princess for days...and nothing the morrow, she whispered a thought and smirked as if a feud never happened between them.
Sandra: Choose? What of it...your grace?
Her eyes brighten while it still tainted with dry tears, she wiped it out to present one's pretentious delight as far as she can see, but none of the beauty she show was to answer what is written in her cards.
Queen Dester: A high regard that I can offer you is to be a smith by the Colossal Dome, that way you'll learn how to help for the kingdom with our dear Brother. Secondly, Rialy Leyrogel's position of the flying spears, you can replace the commander and continue her legacy while the Gods above gave her rest.
Sandra then put her hands in front of her heart that seemed to be aching, she lacks the ability to comprehend what is thrown to her name. The vows of true love and faith requires a devoted toughness, but her pureness of youth is still strong. The Queen respected her if she chooses what she got to offer, the Death of many pays for life, but she disregarded it from the eyes of her high-born ancestors that believes it, a sort of a rebellious act against justice for the risk of no bloodshed. Dester waits for her reply, while her eyes follow her sister strolling through the room, grasping the collar of her dress, shaking her head and staring at the void above the chamber.
Sandra: What would you do if I refuse any of your offer? I've swear to you, to serve you...sister. Please forgive me, I will do whatever you demanded.
Noticed a sniveling fear from her voice, facing her standing lair but not making an eye contact but to the floor. Sandra's arms, head, were down and motionless, her grubby hair that is used to be a silken weave were down like veins of a tree.
Queen Dester: Choose one and I will let you free, but if you choose none, I will~
The mass of the dungeon door suddenly opened, the sound of the deep carves of gold rang throughout the hall that it interrupted the Queen.
Rio Hallery: A visitor my Queen! I present to you his majesty, King Raven of the Venalia Household, Lord of Kingdom Reviathan and the South port.
One of the Lady Commanders of Egareth addressed the King beyond the East. In all black and a cape of a dark raven's sigil, he walked passed by the arch of dragon and wend his way towards the golden room without any hesitation. On either side was two Ladies of the court, an old one and a young be clothed in a wet brown gown above the feet, glittered with a red fox behind a purple horizon, and remains behind were the marching five Royal Guards clutching in the sheath a cruel silver-colored swords.
A reasoning of the Kingly respect was the Queen's consideration for the commandant, for not knocking on the chamber door. Dester faced them with a pride of a Dragon, standing tall like the soaring beast on her banners. They all bent the knee in line of the sun which is casting a glare of its golden rays, catching their shadows and consuming the sisters hatred out the chamber.
Queen Dester: All of you, rise.
And there she noticed the floor where they knelt was drizzled with drops of storm, and then she asked Rio in a retorted calm way of the dampened reasoning.
Queen Dester: Why would you let them and the grace ride the dragon on a storm?
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King Raven: Don't you worry my Queen, this is a way to make ours time more productive. It is a pleasure to be here your Highness.
The King looked behind with his whole body facing them, and nods to his five personal guards to look out behind the chamber door. They immediately left the chamber with water still dripping from their shining dark armors. King Raven Venalia proceed to acknowledge being in the castle of the Dragons despite the black immense destruction of the city, seemingly of a coal can be seen in the window of dawn.
Queen Dester: Yes, to you as well King Raven.
King Raven: I brought two of my great members of the grand council your grace. Lady Marely Feriel and her niece, my royal succor, Lady Vhanessa Feriel.
Like embers of hearth, the emotions earlier still burns as the light shakes of her voice still looms her throat. The composure must be proper, she thought. The young fox she saw, surprisingly, sitting in front of the oak wood table, admiring the golden top like she was wiping it with a cloth and her eyes gazing at the books on her black shelf. She smiled and sighed, and so she saw her aunt do the same. The Queen brought back her eyes to the royals, and smiled.
Lady Marely: I am sorry for your loss Queen Dester, we hoped to receive the news earlier upon the tragedy. With due respect your highness, may I know the reason of the dragon's...death?
The Queen of the Dragons turn her head, taking a quick glimpse on her right shoulder but she found no presence of her little sister anymore. Before she began to rue the day when the wings fell, the voluminous hall of the bronze Queen was emptied out. Then behind the horde of Western folk, lined at her stead, the doors were shut and thought the princess might abscond from the chambers. That little shit turned me away, she swore in her mind and sighed. The Queen drew no answer from the Grand Councilor of the Foxes, rubbing her own neck and not making an eye contact to Lady Marely.
Rio Hallery: I, one of the witness of the accident my Lady. I was one of the patrols riding the silver ghost of the sky.
With such confidence as a Lady Warrior of Egareth City, she prowled in advance of their line and mouthed her pride; her only dragon mount. Hands behind and walked no further pass the queen, and faced the King and his councils to fill the emptied curiosity. Queen Dester shook her head, caught in a loss for words as she heard that the Commander is present in the sentry duty.
Rio Hallery: It is odd that the Princess ordered ten to patrol such plenty Islands. We try to convince her that it wasn't necessary...but she refused, saying that it was better than one.
As the Queen heard the report of the witness, she angrily shook her head, resting her palm in front of her forehead in the disgraceful command of her sister. The other perceiver, the King and his councils are in complete shut. She noticed King Raven whispered something in the Grand Lady's ears, but then she chose not to question him from that regards. What an idiot, she whispered and lending her other hand, a gesture to continue what Lady Rio saw that day.
Rio Hallery: Then three Patrol Dragons were struck down by the Ballistae, they are exactly in front of me, right in my very eyes they descend while their dark blood pours like rain.
Queen Dester: Who are the ones that are brought down by the ballistae?
Rio Hallery: Marie Nakaela and her sister, as well as Mia Magyre plunged into the sea. They might be alive...we never know...or else they made themselves a feast for the fishes.
She suddenly wanted to weep without them seeing her face, but the tears would not fall. A shiver she felt despite the heat of the sun that she can never see, manages to surf through the glass, a tear or a sweat never breaks. The burnt woods and flesh be summoned in the chambers, bothering nobody but the queen only. Both hands in the rail of the grand window, head's down low as her mind cannot think about any ideas to bring the heart of her kingdom back to its lovely beating. There were four majestic creatures perished beyond her sight, and all the reasoning born from the power play of her young sister.
Queen Dester: Innocent lives of my kin and my dearest protectors, a debt shall be paid.
Rio Hallery: It shall not be, my queen. Without the order of the princess, we cannot gather such relevant intelligence within our island territories.
King Raven suddenly mouthed off while his black wings rested together, as calm as the known scavenger of the dark families of the west.
King Raven: But what about the dragons Lady Hallery? It was a part of Family Saneya's pride. It's a foundation of their power, for which power shall be kept living for their name to be feared.
Rio Hallery: My dear majesty was poetic, but worry less, for Egareth got a lot of spare. The many wellspring of defense perhaps, but we couldn't bring their hands on it for now.
The Queen quickly turned her weak body towards the female commander, whose towering herself, straight and unmoving, gazing cold upon her without leaving the trace of the queen's shivering stead. Lady Hallery's eyes rolled, towards the window, as clean and quick that so the other would not recognize what she mean, but only them can read the eyes of the soldiers of the dragons. As wide to make her feel the sense, the queen halted the commandant's offering of acknowledgement, then she smiled near to a giggle.
Queen Dester: King Raven, I command all of your men to go outside and guard the counseling until its ended...it'll be a pleasure.
He nodded low, and looked behind. You heard the Queen, knights; said him, and the armors of the raven immediately turned their sabatons around and left the chambers. It slammed, then they gathered themselves, following the queen towards the wooden oak table for which the map of Kingdom Sicaris were carved deep into it. The tiny carved polished wood attached within it, which classifies each as it represents a tower, a tree, a mountain, or a castle; standing on it like chess pieces. The meeting began between the black lone raven, the orange skulk of the alps, and the dragons atop of the prismatic globe; wend their way into the bronze chambers to press deal of saving the blackened city of Egareth.
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Queen Dester: I am glad you accepted the call...my siblings weren't doing much for the cause of my loving Kingdom.
King Raven: Why would I not? A throne is being given to me, it will be a shame if I do not place the Kingdom of my allies in my heart, dear Queen.
Grasping on her chest, the burst of pain leashing her spirit in a whole, looking down into nothing as hope fades and burns into the pit of malice. She was out of words to express her gratitude, even the heat in Vhanessa's heart had ejected a few when she heard that his was not as black after all. The Queen noticed the King's eyes, it looms the colors of rainbow above the sky when the delight of his order collided with her terror, and the tears she been daring to drop, poured.
Queen Dester: The unchained Dragons of mine were a few, some still being hatched beside the black nest of the Dome.
King Raven: How many remains?
Queen Dester: Every single one that is never been deployed into battle, remained. The Nakaela Sisters rode two which was ridden by many warriors. A poison Amphiptere, colored green, and the other was in the same kind with blue, spelled with wind.
A figure which something approaches, the shadow of blank darkness in the hall that has gone silent and cold. The aunt mother of Vhanessa lay oneself forward, her wrinkled hands unsettled her the most, but it was smooth as a white silk when it rested. She was known to be the most petrifying woman in the world of diplomacy; moreover strong whilst bent as a mouth breathes fire that heat acts like a nightmare of fallacious kind, has the softest heart that she can ever have.
Lady Marely: Do not mourn child, we have come prepared with a discussion to send support of our fleet for any attacks beyond the shores.
King Raven: The Elkmaine and Murdermare, five each was enough. They have the ability to carry five deep assassins' for stealthy assault, if they are brave enough to match with our fleet.
The King of the West mentioned the battle ships of Shakars, the guild of sea assassins' of the north with valor of the blue serpent of the deep, without any hesitation from it. In absence of humming and hawing, he declared to deploy two strongest kinds of their forces to guard the shores of Kingdom Sicaris.
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The strong, appealing, and the only mysterious one was second to be called, the terrible medium-sized Murdermaire which structure similar to a burnt skeleton. There were only fifteen of those kind in the stronghold of Kelera, bounded with dark mages' spell that was enchanted and deemed to be unsinkable, fire breathing wild rats of the sea. The Warlocks and Fallen guardians that casts dark spells be continue the doings, until they were rumored to be resting behind the violet doors of Shattered helms. They were not easy to summon in the hands of Grand Morken, the mystery still prevail when people aboard the Murdermaire will not require rowing slaves for it to move, but the ship itself knows where its destiny resides.
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Queen Dester: Ten in sum, that is too many...how much can I pay for it?
King Raven: There is no need for any Nakilaes my Queen, those coins can be made from the smith, but perished lives cannot be renewed.
The King assured the Admirals of Castle Garrick; Lord Radir Makel and Lord Reyon Orison, will never hunger for any golds coming from the country of the Queen. With a smile, she see the King offered a hand. His great council members, agreed with a same curve from their mouth and a nod of their head. The queen was about to put down her thoughts but suddenly, a whisper of a dead soul perhaps the withered wind poked her shoulders, for her to look at the city of coals. Whilst a regret to never take an advantage, she was desperate to feel the help from the other side, despite the predecessor of the raven she remembered, hated her.
Queen Dester: When will they arrive?
King Raven: As soon as the messenger brings the note to my people, they will come in no time.
Queen Dester saw King Raven glances to the Lady commander of the bent and tangled swords, Rio Hallery in the corner of the hall and facing the sharp edge of the table, nodded with a smile. In the event of their course and at the void of their discussion, Raven reads her unknowing worry.
King Raven: I paid her a good amount, Rio was willing to take the notes from Sicaris to Reviathan. My men will stay here, she will do the rest of the job to carry our responses to my brother, Prince Agaal.
Vhanessa was stopped whilst she was driven with fascination, the wretch of color began to fade when her aunt walked slowly towards her. Then she ordered to get the quill and blood to write down what is needed to be exchanged together with Lady Hallery, funny enough to whistle to her, for which she was the one handling the message as pure as it is written. The horde of small dragons, their shadows fly by the illusion of the sun like an arrow ejected from its bow. The Dragon rises from the depth of misery when the Raven stood on its horn, she accepted the offer with a handshake but then she pulled him closer when no one was looking.
As close and as stealthy as she gets, the Queen never bothered when she observed his cudgeling about her intention.
King Raven: What are you doing?
He whispered. The pleasure be present, when the grief withered like a flower returning to the dirt, irrelevance procured within it.
Queen Dester: Let us wait for them to go along my Kingdom, as we have something important to discuss. It was best for us to stay, only the two of us can lead the kingdom, and only the two of us can play.