I give the credit to a man who possesses feats such as gaiety and bravery. However, it contradicts my two namesake sentiments - under the circumstances of being overly too brash, I despise them. In my eyes, he is the embodiment of 'too verbose yet little to offer'. As a man and fellow consort of the Queen Kehina, I sympathize with his contempt.

I am no different from him but we have dissimilarities. He is of a peasant born. He had his family, a good upbringing, and an illiterate. I was nothing, was living under the opaque of umbra, and was expatriated. I didn't grow up with a mother, my father was a tenant - a lord of his own expanse. I may inherit his claim when the time comes but the storm has struck on our way. The clout to the heart that dealt him in the process of ousting him and losing my birthright.

Lord, I cried above the heavens. I sought, never found. I realized there's one left of me. Clandestine still is my friend. It taught me how to survive against the throes of adversaries.

"Incompetent fools!" as I confront one of my men, killing him afterwards.

They are cowering as they overlooked the opportunity I assigned to them.

"God dammit! Intercept the incoming network is all you have to do." I stress it out.

"Lord Sire,... uhmmm… we-" I murder yet another one of my inconsistent men before breathing the word he was about to utter.

"How audacious of you to retort against me?" adding, as I mock the severed head away of his body by kicking and stomping on it.

"Accede to state the report, sire?" in a rather well-composed and courteous way.

"Speak!" I bellow, as the sigh of exasperation comes out from my mouth.

I was bereft of my dominion. Now, I am working as an agent to keep the Inglovian affair at bay. I subsisted the order in this domain and for a hundred and a fifty years, Kehina left unscathed - twenty years that I've contributed to the time spent. Until then; due to that subtle blunder, the course of peace and serenity plummeted into a rattle, the gods know what ventures may bear. I was honed to several conflicts, nuanced to the public but… Damn, the stress dealt me to the core. At this hour, I was just basking in the leisure of the orient.

"The shadows that you had employed were hampered by the sanctioned embargo from 'Inglovia' to Kehina, my lord." he shivers, as I can detect his fear is exacerbating.

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"And?" I feel irritated.

"That is all I can say, my lord." one of my men stammers, as he shows his anxiety in a palpable manner.

"Elaborate the current status." pleading, whereupon the message is rather convoluted, I ask.

I dislike his personality. He is optimistic, for sure, I hate that. He is presumptuous but not arrogant. He has a big heart, well, a trait I did possess back then. But one thing that bothers me is disrupting a special occasion. I do care not at all about him since he just swoops in and directly vies for his place in the harem. What I can stand not is Lady Anda is hurting.

All stressed out pertaining to the safety of her border, Kehina. Now that not I sincerely can look her in the eyes or worse, even confront her straight at her face. The guilt is overwhelming, that was my responsibility.

"Uhmm,... my lord, I have stated the situation. Livestock, goods, and sentiments were banned exporting to Kehina. We just hope-..."

"Hope for what?" I interrupt him while he is still speaking.

He is in total shambles and can not reply a single word. As I contemplated, who in the world recruited these goons? Such a waste of resources. I; for one, and yes, realized that what I have done was a little bit of arbitrary. But I am paying them lavishly, therefore, I admit it ensued on an impulse but they harness what they seed. I feel compelled all in all, it is justified. Incompetence is always the same as demise.

"Who employed you?" I inquire, howbeit, he refuses to talk.

All in all, I feel lenient today as it is because I may be squandering much of the coffer trove commissioned by the Kingdom herself and by small minor enterprises outside Kehina. So I leave the lad alive and tread towards the chamber of the majesty in lieu. Muscles are hard to come by sometimes. Loan and wealth will be taken once more. Nurturing amateurs takes time, I understand, but I need outcomes.

As I reach at the doorsteps of the room. I find four of the men; who are part of the harem, and that includes me, are standing against the wall adjacent to the pathway. No salutations so I did give them one not at all. They are just staring at me and as for my retort - I just roll my eyes over them. Get lost, I have ventures to attend to. Knock. Knock. Knock.

"State your business." as I recognize the tonality of the voice, the majesty it is, in a rather inaudible tune but I can barely hear it.

I take a deep respire - inhale in, exhale out. With all of the courage that I have mustered, I ingress the regal room and I say: "It is I, my lady." I am halfway through entering within the chamber as I stop while I am holding onto the knob.

"I assume there is a discussion to be argued about, my lady." adding, as I shut the door entirely, I enter the royal room in a discreet way.

She may have not summoned me. I know for a certainty that we are required to hold a business. A voyage through the scums of 'truce breaking', warmongering, fabricating, and despicable deviants of Inglovia.

The literal god damn nominal head as of now is the one of the worst amongst who has ever administered Inglovia. And hell, I can even describe him and his portrayal from A to Z on how unmanly he is and his doings are.

My deed is of significance. My associates have failed, I will slither yet not again.