"At last, Lord Ameniah. We have come to our destination. After the excruciating journey and now, we have satisfied our deal." proclaims the First Mate and he is Conrad Maria of the House of La Fayette-St. Cruz.
A week is too abrupt. We have only reached here at this port a couple of days and a half. Port Alcanzatré, it is. A harbor. A major commercial trading in the north of Inglovia that pars with the 'West Burgraviate'. Well, for the namesake, it is located on the westcoast. 'West Burgraviate' is a hybrid between a republic and a march whose administration lies by two distinct entities. Which is governed by a diarchy of mayor and a major (pronounced as 'mayor' too). While Alcanzatré, on the other hand, is a triumvirate of governance. A viceregal, a mayor, and a magrave (same powers with the major). Alcanzatré is an autonomous state whose power is directly to the Grand Emperor himself, Llewellyn McDylan.
"Alcanzatré, it is!" as the voice projecting towards the seas echoes, I shout.
I make the First Mate laugh. His smile reaches to the fullest where each fringes align to both of his ears. He then replies: "Congratulations, milord. We have had our shortcomings but in the end, we reach our destination." still with a smile on his face instilled.
The Condemna docks to the other bay while our ship rhymes with our captain, Corder with Conrad. I know the security here in this harbor is tight but the men we hired are not that incompetent. They promised us they will do everything to fulfill the contract given. Moreover, they are going to smuggle the goods we possess, including us.
Meanwhile, when I am looking at the porthole of my chamber, a band of soldiers then comes to encroach one of our ships… the Condemna. To my shock, as I shiver, my reaction does not function so well. It is because I see from these windows that my crew is being arrested one-by-one. Zechary is being manhandled by two lads bigger than him.
"Stay still." a whisper passes by through my ears, as the ring of the sound deafens me.
"Why? Why do I have to do it?" asking, I wonder.
"Act as prostated. Hold your nape with both of your palms. Don't act suspicious." says from the behest, as I abide to do so.
I kneel down to the ground, putting all haphazard tools that includes paraphernalias and subtle dangerous weapons on the ground as well, where I undress all external outfits too, unlocking the door and leave the ingress half open, and as I place two of my hands on the back of my head. Meanwhile, in just a matter of minutes, they barge in without resistance to thwart them. Some get sundered for having to resist the inevitable and of course, most of us get hurt to the point that those injuries are measly in order to incapacitate the defiance. Few of those, that includes myself, just stay on the ground unarmed and concede peacefully. Which in the end, small harm has only put on me.
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"Lord Ameniah. How courageous of you to do such an act. This 'Lord Ameniah' version is too far, too surreal before our eyes to oversee. In my opinion, you have made the right choice." as the one of the constables calls, where one of them apprehends me by grabbing my wrist to be immobilized, he praises my action and concurrently ridiculing to it.
They respect my authority as one of the council members of the Queen Kehina by mitigating the injuries inflicted upon me. They know me well, deriving from my semblance. Well, to be honest, it was only measly and just from the scars on my wrist when they were trying to handcuff me. They displayed mercy on me because: firstly, all of my weapons were on the floor, next is, I flaunted a prostrating stance when they were about to catch me, last and foremost, I didn’t retaliate in the face of peril. I am sitting. Sitting in a scantily ventilated and light insufficient room. With a table in front of me. But I attain most of my leeway, especially, my freedom of movement.
Someone knocks on the door. Three quick and strong thuds echoes inside this cramped space. The motion of the door when opening is very gentle and too savvy. He introduces himself while he is approaching towards me. He claims to be the new supervisor and the freshly appointed vice-captain of both bureaus, 'Sea Reconnaissance Team' and 'Coast Guards', respectively. Oh, how cute of him prying his standings in the ranks.
"Good morning…" saying it in a standard low tone.
"My name is-..." continuing, as he intervenes where I am about to say my name.
"Hold on. Hold on. I know who you are, milord." he intercepts in second motion.
I keep my silence whereas I rest both of my elbows on the desk. I maintain the contact to him eye-to-eye. He speaks: "Lord Ameniah, who you are." with a daunting utterance. As it seems he already knew about my identity aside from the moniker, 'Ameniah'.
"So, what about the name that you are referring to? Yes, it is my name. Does it sound funny?" I tell him rather in a more convoluted way.
"Son of the late baron…" he insists.
"Is he really aware of my previous life?" I wonder, speaking through in my mind, as my mental welfare is beginning to wear out.
"Who is it again? Is he an earl or a baron? Earl Husa? I think the right term is 'Baron Husa' because baron is an old-schooled terminology while earl is a contemporary analogy." whereas he states with confidence.
"Oh my god! He is familiar with me!" I panic out of fear, whilst maintaining my composure without displaying any consequences of weakness.
"The former lord of Løg, Rhyde, and Fält. Also, you, milord. As was his co ruler." he keeps hitting on the right shots.
"Prince Ryker of the Ramilin Clan. The previous ruler of the baronies of Løg, Rhyde, and Fält." where I get tilt out of my chair, as he utters it loud and clear.
"Fret not, your excellency. I am on your side."