"I don't remember evoking your presence, Prince Ryker." Lady Anda replies, in an annoyed expression.

"With all due respect, Queen of Kehina, utter not that name once again. It is all but a moniker. I am called 'Ameniah'. Well, enough of the digressions, my lady-..." I instigate thereafter that I got disrupted.

"Pertaining about what?" she states in a stern manner, as I find out she did read what I am about to speak.

Dalliance no more as I cut to the chase, I imply: "Under your volition, your majesty. I am planning to hold an excursion to Inglovia." She is holding her laughter as I can say for certain.

"Are you out of your mind, my little former prince? Expending your own life? The seven levels above know what peril may come setting afoot in that wretched shores." she laughs in a forceful manner while mocking my bold agenda.

"I let it trickle through my hands. Thus, I need to rectify the mistakes that occurred. As it is for my redemption." I insist.

"How in the heavens can you traverse through the seas when all but we, as the people of Kehina, had been interdicted?" the queen counters, as she is seeking to sound my claim, asking how to sneak in inside the walls of waters of Inglovia.

"Naivety, it is, my lady. We have better ways to offset the embargo." I taunt her back in subtle clout.

"I assumed that you have already come up with a plan. Please enlighten me so shall I indulge with the decision..." she pauses.

"As I would go to the flow. How?" continuing, as she persists to know the answer to the plan.

"Who are the ravages of the lands whether on Kehina or beyond?" trifling, as I inquire Lady Anda.

"Then, that would be the bandits, am I correct?" she answers but deriving on the furrow of her face, she only gets the verdict at whim.

"Indeed, my lady!" I expatiate in an exhorted way which she shows her face in a delighted mood.

"Then, who are the bandits of the seas?" I say, following it up with another trivial question.

"The pirates! I'm sure those are the pirates!" she exclaims, as the mood of her voice seems to be tangible and confident.

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Fearing for my life, I was forced to abandon the name 'Ryker'. It beckoned me a great suffering, a tribulation that I wished would never transpire in my life. A tribulation I avoided yet still daunts me to this day. A surrogate father who came into my life. He was a farmer in broad daylight and from evening to daybreak, he was a conspirator.

"Excelent, your majesty! I know you would know the answer!" I applaud her by granting her a praise, which she really seems pleased.

"So? What is your point insinuating to it?" then the joyous atmosphere flips into a serioud moment in a instant, as Lady Anda reacts.

He had his own family and I was just a segue. He valued me as his own. Staple of the cornerstone of his blood, I learned. He kept my identity and changed me as the consensus of our meeting. He knew my persona - the genesis of my setting. I got cold feet when he called my name with formalities, ('Prince Ryker'; the former Catalyst, and latter the Exile, of the Ramilin Dynasty, the only child of Baron Husa the Frugal, and the co-lord of the previous baronies of Løg, Rhyde, and Fält.)

"Your highness, I require you to accede to my venture." I beseech, as I perform a genuflection as well to strengthen my sincerity of my purpose.

She stands up out of her stool as not with uttering words but she returns back the gestures. She, herself, also delivers hers by performing a curtsy.

"How can I aid your agenda?" she says, following, as for the fact I am too abashed to accept her offer.

I was taken aback. I almost pissed out of my armor skirt and linen cloth underneath. In an alley beside an ale house, He approached me after stating were once my family, my titles, my ownerships, and my relation to the deceased individual. I was either glad or in bliss, well, both of them are synonymous.

I laugh in a gentle fashion and outrightly: "Apologies, my lady. I need to do this on my own. And alone is I am only to be redeemed." refuse her assistance.

"Fret not, Ameniah. It is for the success of the operation. Perhaps, any support I could give might go into fruition to your effort." as she persists on sending her help.

"At least, I could help. I can't lose you, Ameniah." adding to her testament, where she begs solely to keep my safety for the journey.

I did resist not as I did approve of my fate that - viola, it is over then? In a baffling scenario; he poured a water over my head, he comforted me, he hugged me. Myself, back then, thought that I had been saved so it was alright to bawl.

He made me his ward. Under his tutelage, 'darkness is where one's can find the truth and light is what they can seek embellishments.' And 'Clandestine,' it is my friend. My foster father once told me: "We seek freedom. But that 'freedom' is festered with cliché. As it sometimes taints with hate."

During when I was being tutored by a different martial instructor referred by my father figure, I realized that 'Freedom' is not 'Hate'.

She is really a stubborn thereby I succumb to her request instead. All my debts to Lady Anda are all overdue. I promised myself then that I would never once again ask for her help - a lease, a levy, or anything kind of her help.

I clear my throat to reinduct myself: "The help is appreciated, my lady. I will make this operation to be as fruitful what you have present your tribute." then following it with a corresponding kiss to your cheek.

She bids a farewell unto me and she asks for the gods to protect me and my journey from dangers and flagrant intents.

Goodbye, Lady Anda.