Adjusting

Saphoa sat in her bath, staring up at the ceiling as she soaked in the hot water. While it didn't compare to the sea, it was at least nice to get her body wet every once in a while. She also much enjoyed the scented soaps her soon-to-be sisters had given her. She lifted her arm, watching the soapy water slide off of it.

Of course, there had been more adjustments than just limited in-water time. She had been given many dresses to wear. Since she was very muscular, she had at first resisted the idea, but seeing Mac already had a muscular fiance who would (occasionally) wear them (the soon-to-be dwarf Queen Daisy), she had changed her mind and began wearing some, too.

She looked over at the one she had chosen for tonight. It was the same green as her hair, picked out and sewn by another soon-to-be sister, Felicia. She blushed a bit thinking of wearing it in front of Mac.

In Arkanta, it was traditional to have a courtship period before the engagement. You would generally meet up many times for a period, and even go on some long swims together, before deciding if they wanted to move forward. While she and Mac were already technically engaged, she had hoped to have the same experience, if in name only.

Surprisingly (or maybe not, now that she knew Mac a bit better), Mac was very amiable of the idea, agreeing to go along with the plan. He wasn't sure how they'd do a long swim, instead suggesting long carriage trips together, which she had agreed too.

Thinking it was probably about time, she got out and dried herself off. Sea serpent-human skin didn't stay that wet, but she liked the feeling of the soft towels against her skin. After making sure she was thoroughly dried, she put on her undergarments (another landfolk tradition she was getting use too) and then the dress.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she barely had time to blush, before a knock came at the door.

“Come in, Mac,” she said with a smile.

Mac came in, smile on his face as well. “Saphoa.”

Saphoa walked over, giving him a hug, before they sat down together at her tea table. Despite the colder temperatures (it was now the change of autumn into winter in Ositania) Saphoa seemed unbothered, leaving her veranda door open so they could sit outside).

Mac, wearing a nice casual shirt and pants, sat across from her. “I know I ask this every time, but are you doing okay?”

Saphoa giggled, “It is fine, I will not be upset that you are concerned about me.”

Mac scratched his cheek, “You look nice in that dress. Is that another one Felicia made?”

Saphoa nodded, “Yes, I don't know how I will ever repay her.”

Mac shrugged, “Felicia would probably just be happy if you keep her company and talk with her. And help look after her siblings a bit.”

Saphoa laughed, “Haha, I think I will do that then.”

Mac smiled, then took a sip from his tea. Thinking for a moment, he asked, “Really though, you're fine? Not having second thoughts?”

Saphoa shook her head. “I knew I would need to marry for the sake of Arkanta eventually, so having such a caring husband-to-be is reassuring.”

Mac smiled but blushed a bit. “Oh, that reminds me, are you wanting to come to Daisy's wedding? I was gonna talk about it more at dinner tomorrow, but it seems like most everyone else has already decided what they're doing.”

Saphoa seemed a bit confused. “What do you mean? Should I not go?”

Mac shook his hand, “Of course you can, it's up to you. I'd be glad, and I'm sure Daisy would be too, if you did.”

Saphoa still seemed confused, “Should we all not go?”

Mac shook his head. “No, Mel, Elly, and Fe are due in a month or so, give or take, so they aren't going. And Kay is far enough along she doesn't want to risk it, although I think she's still going to try to make Kelly's wedding, since it's a shorter trip. Fawna wants to stay since Marie is giving her etiquette lessons, and of course that keeps Marie here. And Emma is still busy sorting out her new estate, so she's staying.”

“So only Charlotte is going with you and Daisy?”

Mac nodded, “And hopefully you. If you want to go, of course.”

Saphoa smiled and nodded, “I would love to attend! It is in a dwarf city, right? I may be the first Arkantan to ever set foot there.”

Mac smiled back. They continued drinking their tea in silence for a while.

After some quiet moments, Saphoa asked, “Do you think our babies will be blue?”

Mac choked on his tea a bit, going red and pounding his chest. “Wh-why are you asking?”

Saphoa shook her head, “I am just curious.”

Mac nodded, “Well, normally when different species of humans have children, the children will be of the race of the mother. I don't know why sea serpent-humans would be any different, so more than likely they will be.”

Saphoa nodded, but seemed to be thinking. “Will they be okay, being raised so far from water? How will they even learn to swim?”

Mac thought for a bit, then smiled, “It won't be exactly the same, but I have a solution for that.”

More Pregnancies

“I'm pregnant.”

La Hire's eyes went wide. He had just been walking down the hall towards the barracks, when his wife had come up to inform him of this.

“Nyahaha, I'm also pregnant.”

La Hire's eyes went even wider, looking at his fiance, who had also come up to him. “Wha-what!?”

“Nyahaha, why are you surprised, we're doing it so much it was bound to happen.”

“We rabbit-humans get pregnant easy, so it's not surprising.”

La Hire looked down. Oh spirits, two children already! We don't even have the house yet, but-... He moved his head up to look at Fiona and Kelly, who were looking at him expectantly.

Breaking out into an uncharacteristic grin, La Hire wrapped an arm around each of them. “I'm so happy!”

Fiona and Kelly teared up a bit, hugging La Hire back.

“Nyahaha, good thing our wedding is next week, we need that money from Father.”

His and Kelly's wedding was scheduled to be right after King Mac's wedding with Daisy. The plan was actually to head straight from Stromvurk to the Gascon estate for the ceremony.

“Are you both feeling okay?” La Hire asked.

They both nodded. “I was feeling a bit lethargic, so I talked with sister, who had me go to Tillie. She confirmed it,” Fiona explained.

Kelly blushed a bit, “I've actually been going to Tillie every week since we started, to be safe.”

La Hire hugged them again, and gave each of them a kiss. “I won't be able to focus on work the rest of the day.”

They both smiled at him, before looking at each other. “Nyahaha, I think you have someone else to talk to, though.”

La Hire raised an eyebrow. “You mean... King Mac?”

Fiona shook her head. “I'm sure sister has already told him. Turn around.”

La Hire turned around, and saw a blushing Kylie there, holding a letter.

“Father replied,” she said, holding out the still-sealed letter.

La Hire turned his head, and Fiona and Kelly were motioning for him to open it. Turning back, he unsealed the letter and opened it.

My Son,

I was glad to receive your letter about your interest in Kylie. I also received a letter from her, expressing her desire to be with you.

Speaking plainly, and privately, I do not normally marry off more than one child to the same person, as the political advantages of doing so are negligible.

As a father, however, I would like to see my Kylie happy with someone.

As a man, I was also touched by your love of cat-human woman. It is rare to find such a catgirl aficionado as myself! Their soft ears. Their beautiful tails. And the way they laugh, simply exquisite!

As such, you and Kylie have my full blessing on marriage. My only terms are that no additional dowry above what I have promised for Kelly will be provided, and that it is conducted at a small ceremony at the Gascon estate. Oh, and you must provide me with cute little grandchildren, of course!

Yours,

Father

He looked up to see Kylie, nervously squirming about. “Is...is it good news?”

La Hire turned around, but Fiona and Kelly were gone. Sensing their intentions, La Hire turned around. He slowly grabbed Kylie's chin, lifting her up and giving her a kiss.

Kylie seemed to melt away, La Hire having to catch her before she fell. She grabbed her cheeks, which were glowing red, “I'll take that as a yes.”

- Meanwhile in another part of the palace -

“I'm pregnant!”

Mac smiled, jumping out of his chair and grabbing Emma, who had just run into his office.

“That's so amazing!” he replied, spinning her around and giving her a kiss.

Emma was red in the face, presumably from having run straight from Tillie's office. “I felt a bit sick this morning, and when I went to Tillie, she had a big smile on her face. I'm also already a month along!”

Mac chuckled, “It took that long? I guess it's different for everyone.”

Emma shivered a bit in delight. “I'm so excited! I thought maybe something was wrong...”

Mac grabbed her shoulders, “You know I would love you even if you couldn't, right?”

Emma blushed and nodded, “I know, but I knew we could do it if we tried hard enough!”

Mac chuckled again, “Well, we definitely tried hard...”

“Oh, I need to tell Mother and Father....” Emma said, starting to run out.

Mac grabbed her arm, turning her around. “I love you, Emma.”

Emma blushed, and got a huge smile, “I love you too, dummy!” and kissed him quickly, before running out.

- Yet another part of the palace -

'Are you pregnant yet?'

Charlotte grabbed her forehead, putting down a letter. Really mother?... She sighed. I guess, technically, I could be...

She and Mac had finally started to have sex a month ago, on their trip to Arkanta. However, they had only done it a handful of times, and since elves had lower fertility rates than most species, it wouldn't be surprising if it took a year, maybe years, until she eventually got pregnant.

She blushed a bit, thinking of the times she and Mac had done it. It's not for lack of want or trying. Mac seemed to desire her so much, she felt a warmth in her heart every time she thought about it.

Of course, that wasn't all their relationship was. Mac was very supportive of her work on inventions, and seemed as glad as she was when something started working. The look in his eyes when he recognized something from his previous world filled her with an immense sense of happiness.

Charlotte decided she may as well at least tell her mother she and Mac were actually trying for one now. Normally in noble society you weren't supposed to do these things before marriage, or if you did to at least keep it silent, but in cases where a child was needed or wanted, it was often brushed aside.

Hopefully she doesn't embarrass me at Stromvurk...

Revitalization of Toulouse

Melissandra unconsciously rubbed her belly as she set her instructions down. The 'Revitalization of Toulouse' program, as they were calling it (at Mac's suggestion) was currently a large stack of papers on her desk, that she was slowly writing up.

Mac had helped her initially, but some of it was decisions she needed to make if she was going to be in charge of it, and Mac had a million other directions he was being pulled in.

Melissandra shook her head, I can do this. Mac gave me the idea, and I can run with it. She looked down at her belly, well, I can run once you're out, Millia.

She was only writing now, as nothing was being started until Millia, their daughter and the first new heir, was born safely. Of course, Felicia will be able to wet-nurse, so I can focus on this once I've recovered...although I still want to spend time with Millia...

She smiled at the thought of her and Mac's baby. She knew how important this was for Ositania, but really she just wanted the image of her and Mac holding the baby to become a reality. Then I'll have enough motivation to work the rest of my life! Or, at least, until I'm pregnant again...

She hadn't spoken with Mac yet, but she was planning on waiting a while before trying for another baby after the first one. At least until Toulouse was up and running. Of course, that didn't mean they wouldn't have sex, just that she would take contraceptive medicine for a while.

Melissandra blushed at the thought of sex. She and Mac had had to stop a couple months ago, as she had gotten big enough that it hurt too much. Of course, Mac still spent nights with her, giving her kisses and gentle caresses (and massages, which he seemed to be quickly becoming a master at).

Shaking her head once more, she went back to writing. She was laying out the proposed building plan of Toulouse. The town had been burned to the ground in the last war, and what was left had fallen into disrepair in the six (now almost seven) years since, so it was going to be rebuilt from scratch. While the rest of the plan wouldn't start until Millia was finally out, this was being sent to the builders as soon as she finished, so they could start preparing things in the winter and start building in the spring.

She stopped, thinking about Toulouse. As a young girl, she had walked the streets, playing with the kids, much to his parent's light chagrin, although they never stopped her from going back out. Maybe I should go see the ruins, but...I'm almost glad I haven't been back, I can keep the good memories alive.

It wouldn't be a one-to-one recreation, but she was going to try and incorporate a lot of the town from her memories into the new one.

A knock came at the door.

“Come in.”

The door opened, and Mac came in, walking over and grabbing her shoulders, rubbing them gently and kissing her cheek. “That's looking good.”

Melissandra put a hand on Mac's, “Thanks. I'm trying my best from memory.”

Mac hugged her gently. “Are you okay doing this?”

Melissandra nodded, “It's not that I'm not sad, but I've grieved and lived. And now I can move on by creating a new town for memories to be made.”

Mac wiped the tear from her cheek she didn't realize was there. Kissing her wet cheek, he kneeled down, “I do have one condition though.”

Melissandra turned her head, “Really? What's that?”

Mac pointed to an area on the outskirts of the town. “Leave a space open for a station, and an empty road next to it.”

Melissandra nodded, “Is this for your 'train' thing?”

Mac nodded, “Yes, I want the first one to go there.”

Melissandra raised an eyebrow. “But wouldn't making it to a central location like Loren make more sense? Or a place we could do more trade with, like Stromvurk?”

Mac gently poked her cheeks, “My lovely wife might try and spend too much time in Toulouse, and I need to be able to visit her quickly.”

Melissandra blushed, “I...I love you Mac.” She stood up and kissed him. “You know me too well.”

Mac chuckled, “That I do.” He leaned over and gave her a kiss. “And I love you too.”

Magic Thesis

The next day, Marie slapped down a stack of papers on Mac's desk, a smug smile on her face.

“Is this what you were talking about? With magic and the Drain Stone?” Mac asked, picking up the papers.

Marie nodded. “Yes. And make sure none of this leaves the room. I'd...prefer if you didn't talk about it with the others too much, either. Not that I don't trust them, and some already know, but I don't want this leaking out accidentally...”

Mac nodded. This is amazing, but...

Mac started thumbing through the pages. Normally stacks of paper like this were plans or programs he needed to approved, but instead this was more a...scientific paper. Except the subject was magic.

Marie had discovered that magic may be way more common than currently thought. Generally, magic was limited to nobles, with a few exceptions where it occasionally popped up in commoners. Usually these commoners were scooped up by noble households for their magic bloodlines (since it was common, though not certain, that magic could be passed down to children).

However, Marie had used the Drain Stone to test all his commoner fiances, and Bella, a random commoner they were friends with, and every single one had magic. While a small sample size, the chances of randomly hitting positives on them was still insanely low. More than likely, magic was a lot more common than was thought.

“I'll read through all of this, but is there anything we should do right now?” Mac asked.

Marie shook her head. “I think this needs to be...very gradual...”

Mac nodded. “You're worried about the implications for noble houses?”

Marie nodded. “Yes, but I think they will survive. Nobles can be nobles without a monopoly on magic. The first issue is...regulation.”

“Regulation?” Mac repeated, raising an eyebrow.

Marie nodded. “Say, for instance, someone in the palace was found murdered, burned to a crisp. Who is your suspect?”

Mac chuckled, “Not hard to figure out.”

Marie nodded again. “Exactly, it would be hard-pressed to blame anyone but me, with my fire magic. Now, think of a different scenario. Everyone knows magic. We find a person murdered in the same way in streets of Loren. Now how do we find out?”

“It could be any magic user that has some ability related to fire...” Mac responded, understanding where she was going.

“Exactly. It needs to be regulated, especially abilities that are lethal. We can't just allow anyone with magic to run around using it without us knowing. We need to keep a log of everyone and their abilities.”

Mac slowly nodded. I feel like that's intrusive, but it's probably better than the alternative...right?

“Since we control the Drain Stone, we can make sure we catalogue each ability as it's discovered.”

“What about people who don't use the Drain Stone to discover their magic?”

Marie raised an eyebrow. “It's technically possible, as some commoners already do, but...you'd have to try guessing really hard, or get really lucky, to not just guess your actual magic, but then use it properly.”

“That's true. And actually a bit relieving.”

Marie smiled. “Thanks for reading that over. Once you're done I'll make a second draft, and then we can figure out when a good time to publish it is. If we can get some of the Houses buy-in beforehand, it will be an easier sell.”

Marie went to leave, but Mac grabbed her hand. Marie blushed a bit, “What's wrong?”

Mac shook his head, “I'm not letting you get away that easy.”

He gave her a kiss. Marie grabbed his head, pulling it back in for a longer, deeper kiss, before finally letting go.

Mac smiled, “I love you.”

Marie blushed, “I love you too,” and poked him in the chest, before turning around to leave.

Carriage Business

“Mac, what is this?” Eleanor said, holding up a paper.

Mac was currently massaging her shoulders as they sat on her bed. Eleanor's stomach was so big, she was having trouble moving, so she often worked from her bed. Mac did his best to help, and Eleanor seemed to be thankful for the attention.

Which is why Mac was a bit surprised at her seeming upset. “What's wrong?” he replied, grabbing the paper. “Oh...”

“We can't hire other dwarves to work on the engines! Those are valuable Otherworlder technology!” she said, looking at him.

Mac held up his hands. “I know, I know, just hold on...Daisy can't make them quickly by herself, and she has other things to work on too. But, if we have a bunch of dwarves working on them, then we can produce them more quickly.”

Eleanor raised an eyebrow, “How many do we need? I know you wanted one for a new royal carriage, and you have these 'trains' you keep eluding too that seem so far in the future...”

Mac nodded, “Yeah the trains might be a bit aways. But think about this – just like with the zipper dresses, what are the other nobles going to think when they see us rolling in with an engine-powered carriage?”

Eleanor's face lit up. “We could charge a fortune! But...what if they steal the engine technology?”

Mac shrugged, “From what I understand, only Daisy and Charlotte could make one right now. And if we have the dwarves sign contracts to not release it...well, it's not foolproof, but just like with the zippers, if we get enough of a head start it won't matter.”

Eleanor nodded, looking at the proposal and going deep in thought.

After a minute, she turned to Mac, “Dear, can I ask you something?”

Mac was a bit surprised at the change of tone, but nodded. “Of course.”

Eleanor pulled down her dress (a loose maternity one) and exposed her chest.

Mac blushed a bit, “Elly, you know-”

Eleanor shook her head, “No, I'm not trying to tempt you or anything. I just want to know, do you think they look bigger?”

Mac blinked a couple times, then looked.

Eleanor continued, “Tillie said they sometimes get bigger, but the others said they're probably the same. I'm worried they might just be being nice though, and they're actually getting larger.”

Mac held back a sigh. Answering honestly, he said, “I think they might be a bit larger. I wouldn't be worried though, you're still beautiful.”

Eleanor giggled, pulling up her dress. “If I was any larger I wouldn't be able to move.”

Mac shook his head, sitting next to her and wrapping an arm around her. “What's more beautiful than a wife and their soon-to-arrive daughter.”

Eleanor blushed, pulling Mac down onto the bed and making out with him. “I love you so much Mac.”

“I love you too Elly. No matter how you look.”

Eleanor kissed him again, then stopped.

“What's wrong?” Mac asked.

“I think once Elana is out, I'm going to go on contraceptive medicine.”

Mac nodded, “Do you not want more children?”

Eleanor shook her head, “No, I very much do, but...I want to be able to enjoy having sex with you for a while before I get pregnant again. Last time it was so fast...”

Mac blushed. “We still did it a bunch when you were pregnant, though!”

Eleanor blushed back, “Yes, but I felt bad making you do all the work most of the time. I want to please you, too.”

Mac blushed even harder. “You don't-...” he stopped himself, before smiling, “...we'll do it so much, you'll look like you did when we visited Sophia at the elven forest.”

Eleanor blushed even harder as well, before grabbing him for another kiss.

Finishing Cleaning

One afternoon a few days later, Mac wiped the sweat from his brow, grabbing his knees. The Magic Fatigue is really setting in. I can probably do one more though. He gave a thumbs up to the guards, who started hauling in the fishing net full of arms and armor. Emma had finished carving out what would eventually be (if Mac had his way) their swimming pool in the palace yard several weeks ago, but so far they were using it for a different purpose.

One of the guards dumped more baking powder in, while the others were dumping the now clean arms and armor into a wagon, before dumping more rusty ones into the fishing net, and tying it up.

“This is the last one, sire,” La Hire, who was overseeing the guards, said.

Mac did a double-take. “Really?”

La Hire nodded. “We've been doing it for several weeks now, so we cleared out the stock of rusty gear. We've been storing it in the armory, but do you plan on using it for anything? We have enough armor to equip an entire brigade, and weapons for more than two.”

Mac nodded, “Try to assemble full sets, if you can. Since we have more weapons than armor too, go through those and melt down any that aren't usable, and get everything else into good condition.” He paused, then decided to explain, “This isn't to leave the palace, but we are planning on resettling the border region with Provent soon, and we need to make sure we have a strong garrison there. Both to make the settlers feel safe, and deter Provent from getting any ideas.”

La Hire got a stern expression and nodded. “Of course, Sire. I'll make sure it gets done.”

Mac nodded back, then readied himself as they lowered the full fishing net into the water. I'm glad to be done with this...

An Expensive Gift

On the day they were leaving for Stromvurk, Mac stood outside in the palace yard, looking up at the sky. A soft snowfall was falling onto the yard as the royal carriage and their wagon train was prepared.

“Dummy, you're gonna get sick,” a voice came from behind him. He felt the soft ears of Felicia rubbing against him as she wrapped a hand-knitted scarf around his neck.

He pulled it up to tighten it a bit. “Thanks Fe.”

Felicia leaned up for a kiss, “Take care.”

Mac held her close as she tried to back away.

Felicia giggled, “Don't want to leave me?”

Mac shook his head, “Part of me doesn't...”

Felicia smiled, “Well, I'll love you anyway...” she said teasingly.

Mac hugged her tight, “I love you too.”

As the wagons were loaded, he received kisses from all his fiances and wives that weren't traveling, Melissandra especially. “Make sure you're back before Millia!” she said with a giggle.

Mac nodded and gave her another kiss. While the trip was going to take about ten days (four there, two in Stromvurk, then four back), she wasn't due for over a month still, so it shouldn't be an issue unless Millia decided to come early. He rubbed Melissandra's bump, “Stay in there 'til I'm back.”

Melissandra and the others all giggled, mobbing him again for a big hug.

While this was happening, Charlotte, Daisy and Saphoa were settling into the royal carriage. Saphoa was in her normal Arkantan outfit, but did have a a coat on in deference to the cold weather, although she left it open and unbuttoned. Daisy was wearing some casual loungewear (shorts and a loose shirt, that may have actually been one of Mac's shirts). Charlotte, however, was completely covered in clothing. She seemed to have multiple layers, including a very thick sweater, a scarf that covered half her face, and a woolly hat that covered most of the other half.

As Mac came in, he suppressed a laugh at Charlotte. “Char, are you okay?”

Charlotte blushed a bit, although it was hard to tell. “It's cold!”

“Hmmm...maybe we should install a heater on the carriage,” Mac said as he sat down on the bed.

Charlotte nodded as she clung to him to try and leech even more warmth. “I'll make sure it has one when it's built.”

Daisy laughed, “Haha, it's gonna be so big, may as well add one.”

Saphoa smiled and nodded.

Mac walked over and gave Saphoa a hug, which she happily reciprocated. Saphoa still seemed a bit nervous around the other woman, tending to not talk much, even though Mac knew from their dates and tea conversations that she could talk if initiated.

“Hey, what about me!?” Daisy said, although obviously joking.

Mac walked over and grabbed Daisy in a hug, lifting her slightly and giving her a big smooch.

Daisy blushed a bit, “There we go, now I'm ready for the trip!”

The carriage set off, having to go a bit slowly due to the snow starting to cover the road.

Charlotte was snug under the covers of the bed, reading one of Mac's books again.

Daisy was laying next to her, seemingly having fallen asleep already, despite the trip being only a few minutes in.

Saphoa was standing next to the window, watching the snow fall onto the forest.

“Do you get a lot of snow in Arkanta?” Mac asked, walking up behind her.

Saphoa smiled, “Sometimes, but it is different seeing it pile up like this, normally it just melts away into the water. This is much prettier.”

Mac nodded at her statement. “Does this count as one of our long trips?”

Saphoa giggled, “Haha, I think it will need too. Normally you aren't supposed to take it with other partners in tow, but I will need to make an exception,” she said, grabbing his hand.

The journey continued slowly, with the snowfall hindering their route through Pearie and on the road to Loren. Later in the day, the guards hung lanterns on the side of the carriage, as they had to continue traveling through the dark to get the inn on the road to Loren.

Mac remembered this inn fondly, as he had several memories here from his prior travels. It looks rather charming with the snow around it.

They parked in the yard in front of the inn. Mac helped Charlotte and Daisy down, while Saphoa made a path through the knee high snow for them to walk through, earning some looks from the guards.

Inside, the fireplace was roaring, and they went and stood by it to warm up (except Daisy, who went over to grab a drink from the bar). After they were sufficiently warmed, they sat down and were treated to some hot stew.

“This is so good...” Charlotte exclaimed.

Mac chuckled, “Haha, hot stew is always good on a cold day.”

Saphoa nodded, “This is sublime! I wish I could prepare meals like this in Arkanta.”

Charlotte looked up at her. “Can you not cook underwater?”

Saphoa shook her head, “Not with fire, at least, since there is nowhere for the smoke to go. We mostly eat what we can hunt and harvest underwater.”

Charlotte nodded, then looked at her stew, deep in thought.

She's probably thinking about how to solve that. I don't really know what the options could be, without having gas burners or electricity to heat metal.

They continued eating until they'd had their fill, and went to bed. Since of course Daisy would have Mac in Stromvurk, they decided she would have him the first night. Mac wasn't sure if Saphoa wanted to have him one of the nights, but decided to worry about that when it came about.

When they went up to their room, Daisy seemed extra excited.

Mac smiled, “Were you wanting me that badly?” he teased.

Daisy was thrown off a bit, “Err, well I do, but that's not why I'm excited,” she said.

Mac raised an eyebrow, but continued following her up to their room.

Inside, Daisy quickly closed the door, and went over to her chest. “You ready?”

“Uh, I think so...”

Daisy spun around, and unfurled a chainmail shirt. He had seen these before, as some soldiers wore them over leather jerkins for extra protection, especially among soldiers that couldn't afford full mail sets. However, there was a difference between this one and the ones he'd seen previously.

This one was orange.

“Is...is that all made of orichalum?” Mac asked, incredulous.

Daisy nodded vigorously. “Yup! It took me months to work all the metal into the chain pieces and link them, but I finally got it done a few days before the trip.”

“But why...is this your 'return gift' for the dagger?”

Daisy nodded again, walking over and handing it to him.

Mac was speechless. “This is amazing! I know how hard orichalum is, and...actually, how much did this cost?”

Daisy blushed a bit, “I don't know. Elly and Marie paid for some of it, since I spent most of the wages I got paid on it.”

Mac held his forehead.

Daisy was concerned, “Do you not like it?”

“Of course I like it, but you didn't bankrupt the Kingdom, did you?”

Daisy laughed, “Haha, no, it wasn't that expensive. The others seemed happy about it, since they were worried about you getting stabbed again. 'Course, I had the idea before that happened, but it definitely reinforced the need for it.”

Mac nodded, holding up the chainmail shirt and looking at it. Yeah, I won't get stabbed in this. He had lucked out with the Prism Beast cape during Kay's wedding, but this would protect him (or at least his torso and waist) regardless.

Mac sat it down, and hugged Daisy so hard he picked her up. “It's amazing Daisy.”

Daisy teared up a bit. She took off her ceremonial dagger, setting it on top of the orichalum chainmail. “There, now we can officially get married.”

Mac chuckled a bit, “That's good, I was a little concerned we couldn't...”

You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.

Daisy laughed back and slapped his shoulder, “Haha, I know, but I'm glad you were fine with our dwarven traditions.”

Mac nodded, “Of course. A small price to pay for marrying the prettiest dwarf in the Kingdom.”

Daisy blushed at this, before grabbing his jacket and pulling him down for another kiss. “I'd ask you to try it on, but I think we should take off our clothes instead.”

Mac nodded, and they both quickly undressed. Mac sat down on the bed, and Daisy jumped up on top, rubbing his shaft until it was fully erect. Sliding down on top of it, she quickly thrusted against him, moaning each time she slapped against him, her deepest part hit by his member.

“Slow down Daisy,” Mac said, trying to kiss her.

Daisy blushed and nodded, slowing down a bit so they could make out. “I just love ya so much, I can't get enough of ya...”

Mac blushed back, “I love you too Daisy.”

They kept going for a few minutes, until Mac held her close, releasing inside her as they embraced.

Daisy pushed him (lightly) down onto the bed, lying on him as they both fought for breath. “That's a preview for after the ceremony.”

Mac chuckled, “What do you mean, we have sex all the time!”

Daisy blushed, “I know but...” she kissed him. She paused for a moment, “I really wanna make a baby!”

Mac smiled, “So you're ready for children?”

Daisy nodded, still red. “After seeing all the others pregnant, well...I want my own! As long as they're as cute as you.”

Mac poked her cheek, “I'm supposed to say that.”

“But I want it to be a boy and look like you!” Daisy said earnestly.

Mac was thoughtful. “Why a boy?”

“So I can teach him how to forge properly. With your looks and and my forge skills, he'll be a killer with the dwarf ladies.”

Mac chuckled, “Well I hope we have a girl that's as cute as you. And as strong.”

Daisy blushed, before hugging him tightly in an embrace.

In the morning, Mac tried on the orichalum chainmail, and it fit him snugly. “Uh, well I feel really safe, but...”

Daisy nodded as if he should continue.

“...it's really heavy.”

Daisy laughed. “Haha, it's not like you need to wear it all the time, just at the wedding. And whenever you think someone might try and stab ya.”

Mac shook his head, “Hopefully not at anymore weddings.” He took off the chainmail and made sure it was safely secured in their chest.

It was still snowing when they left the inn, the carriage making terrible time due to the snowfall. Due to the cold temperatures, they were keeping the windows closed, and Mac was wrapped up in a coat, drinking some hot tea.

Saphoa sat across from him, wearing her coat unbuttoned, drinking tea as well. “Tell me more about this 'pool' of yours. What exactly is it? A large bath?”

Mac shook his head. She must still be curious about it, since I said we could swim in it. “No, it's much larger than a bath, and deeper. Actually, you've seen it, right? It's what we filled with water in the yard. I was using it to clean up the rusty gear.”

Saphoa nodded, with a bit of a frown. “Isn't it a bit dirty, though?”

Mac nodded, “Yes, we'll need to drain it somehow and get new water in. But then we can use it to swim.”

“But, won't the dirt make it muddy?” Saphoa countered.

Mac thought for a moment, then nodded. “In my world, we used stuff like ceramic tiles or cement to form the pool, since that wouldn't erode and get into it. Maybe we could line it with rocks.”

Saphoa thought for a moment. “If you need something strong that won't erode in water, you should use Arkantan concrete.”

Mac slapped his forehead. “Of course! That would form a solid liner since it's waterproof.”

Saphoa smiled, “I will send for an Arkantan craftsman as soon as I can.”

Mac chuckled, motioning his head to outside. “That's okay, we can at least wait until its warmer. Not one's going...well, most of us wouldn't go swimming in the cold.”

Saphoa laughed, “Haha, I don't particularly like swimming in the cold, but it is good training.”

Charlotte, who was laying next to Daisy on the bed (Daisy was sleeping under the covers this time), looked up from her book. “You two get along really well already.”

Saphoa raised an eyebrow. “Should we not?”

Charlotte blushed, “I...I just...took a while to be able to talk with him like that.”

Saphoa shrugged. “You and Mac seem to love each other very much, so that must not have been a hindrance.”

Charlotte blushed heavily, holding her book back up.

Mac also blushed a bit, sipping again on his tea.

The rest of the day passed, and late into the night, they reached the outskirts of Loren, stopping at an inn.

Since it was so late, everyone quickly ate dinner and headed for bed, wanting to get as much sleep in as they could.

Mac was spending the night with Charlotte, who seemed really sleepy.

“Maaaacccc....” she kissed him, as they cuddled up under the covers for warmth.

Mac held her close, giving her a kiss.

Charlotte blushed. “Do you want to? I'm kind of tired, but if you want-”

Mac shook his head. “Of course I want too, but if you're tired, we can do it some other time.”

Charlotte nodded, but then seemed to change her mind, and start taking off her clothes.

Mac chuckled, “I thought you were tired!?” he said teasingly.

Charlotte blushed, “I was, but when thought about you, my heart started racing, and now I won't be able to sleep without doing it once.”

Mac smiled, taking off his clothes as well. Once he finished, Charlotte straddled on top of him, stroking his member until it was erect. Sliding herself onto it, she started sliding up and down, moaning softly every time Mac hit her deepest part.

Mac delicately licked her nipples.

“Hey, I already bathed!” she said, but made no effort to stop him.

Mac smiled, “We can always take another one together.”

Charlotte blushed, but started spasming in Mac's arms from the pleasure.

Mac grabbed her butt, pushing Charlotte against him as he released inside her.

After they finished, they stayed embraced for a couple minutes, catching their breath.

“Can you sleep now?” Mac asked.

Charlotte blushed, “Now I'm even more awake!”

The next morning, the snow had finally stopped falling. The sun had come out, and was melting the snow slightly, and the temperature had warmed up a tad.

Since the snow was being reduced to puddles, they were able to make better time. They were heading straight for Stromvurk, and should be able to make it by the afternoon of the fourth day (tomorrow), if they didn't run into any obstacles.

Which they did.

Partway through the afternoon, the carriage came to a stop.

“What's wrong?” Charlotte asked, opening the window. There seemed to be some sort of commotion at the front of the wagon train.

After a couple minutes, a knock came at the door. La Hire was outside, “Sire, the snow melt has caused a problem. The road goes down into a gully, and it's filled with water, we can't take the wagons through.”

Mac sighed, “Is there an alternate route we can take?”

La Hire nodded, “Yes. It will add an extra half day to our trip, and we'd need to find new accommodations. We should still be able to get you to Stromvurk in time for the wedding, though.”

Saphoa, who had been listening behind Mac, put a hand on his shoulder. “Mac.”

Mac turned around. “Saphoa?” Wait...I know she mentioned her magic can control water, so... “Is your magic powerful enough to push the water aside?”

Saphoa smiled and nodded. She jumped out of the carriage, and started walking towards the front of the wagon train. Mac and La Hire looked at each other, then followed after.

At the front, Mac could understand why they had needed to stop. Seeing it for himself, the gully was way too deep, and even if the horses could cross, the wagons would most likely sink or get stuck.

“Can you hold it aside while we pass?” Mac asked.

Saphoa didn't answer, instead holding out her hands.

Suddenly the water started to twirl like a whirlpool, before rising up like a twister. Then, Saphoa moved her hands, and the water started shooting into the nearby field like a water hose. After a half minute, the gully was almost empty, just a couple disconnected puddles left.

The guards, who had been standing in awe, cheered as they started to walk back.

Even La Hire gave a grin. “We'll be continuing, sire.”

Mac held out an arm, wrapping it around Saphoa.

Saphoa seemed to like this, giving a smile.

“Thanks for the help. I didn't expect your magic to be so useful on a road trip.”

Saphoa nodded. “Of course. If I can be of use, all the better.”

Mac smiled and nodded, deciding to give her a kiss on the cheek.

Saphoa seemed to like this response, and gave him a kiss on the cheek as well before jumping up into their carriage.

The rest of the day was uneventful, and they made decent time to their inn for the evening.

As the previous night, they ate dinner and went right to their rooms for the night, tired from the day of travel.

None of the woman had mentioned to Mac that they were sleeping with him, so Mac knew he was alone for the night.

He soaked in the hot bath for a time, then put on one of his tracksuits, before lying on the bed. At this inn, his room actually had it's own fireplace, so the room was quite warm. As he laid there, he slowly fell into a sleepy daze...

Knock knock.

Mac was jolted awake. An all-too-familiar sound, he knew someone had knocked on his door. “Come in.”

In walked Saphoa, wearing a slim silver negligee. It wasn't as transparent as the one's his partners normally wore, but it did cling to her, emphasizing her breasts and wide hips.

Mac was a bit taken aback. Is she...? But she hasn't shown any interest in sex. Well, at least not right now. “You look beautiful in that. Like a silver moon reflected in the sea.”

Saphoa laughed, catching Mac a bit off guard. “Haha, sorry, I do appreciate the compliment, but it was bit funny. Do you normally use those kinds of lines on your wives?”

Mac shrugged. “Sometimes, depends on each one. Some of them like actions instead of words.”

Saphoa smiled, “Good. I am a woman of action.”

Mac wasn't sure what to do next. “Are you...”

Saphoa giggled this time (much quieter than her previous laugh). “I did not come here to have sex with you, but I won't stop you if you tried.”

Mac was a bit thrown off. “I'm obviously not going to do something you don't want...”

Saphoa nodded. “I didn't think you would.” She walked over and sat down next to him. “Since I'm sure you're wondering, your other two fiance's told me to come here tonight.”

Mac nodded, “Yeah, that's pretty common. It's like a...rite of passage.”

Saphoa nodded. Unlike her previous confidence, she tentatively put a hand on Mac's leg.

Mac grabbed her hand, putting his over it. He could feel the blue scaliness of it against his palm.

“You do not hate it?” Saphoa asked shyly.

Mac shook his head. “Why would I?”

Saphoa seemed to blush a bit.

Mac, seeing the difference in her personality, had a thought. “Are you...scared of sex? Or maybe just men?”

Saphoa shook her head. “In truth, I am curious about it, but I don't think I am ready. You are very nice, but I just feel like...something is missing.”

“Missing?” Mac asked.

Saphoa nodded. “I am trying to explain it in a way landfolk would understand. It is like...I have built a fire, but I can't light it.”

Mac understood. “You feel like we're missing a spark?”

“Yes.”

Mac sighed, “I mean, I'm not going to force you to marry me, we can-”

Saphoa grabbed his arms. “No, that is not what I am saying. I...I think I just need more time. And then something will light that 'spark'.”

Mac nodded. Well, that's fine. Maybe we just need to spend more time together, and do different things together as well.

Saphoa shivered a bit.

Mac was surprised, “I thought you weren't that affected by the cold?”

Saphoa shook her head. “No, I am, I was just trying to not draw attention to myself.”

Mac chuckled, “Haha, I think with Charlotte, no one would have noticed if you put an extra layer on.”

Saphoa nodded.

Mac, thinking quickly, pulled back the covers. “Do you want to sleep next to me? I've been told I'm very warm.”

Saphoa blushed slightly, but took the invitation and crawled under the covers with him. After a moment, she giggled, “Yes, you are very warm.”

Mac smiled but felt a bit awkward, not sure what exactly to do.

Saphoa, however closed her eyes, and put an arm over him.

Mac blinked a couple times. I guess this is fine. He closed his eyes as well, drifting to sleep.

Reunions

In the morning, Mac was awoken by the dawn sun peaking through his window. He sat up and looked around, but there was no Saphoa in sight. Maybe she felt awkward. Or maybe just didn't want to wake up me up.

He got ready and went down to the carriage. Saphoa was already there, giving him a smile and nod from the tea table when she entered. I guess we're fine, then.

They continued on their way, most of the snow having melted away at this point, and making good time, the entourage came into sight of Stromvurk by dusk.

“Wow, that's really cool! It's like a rock version of our tree palace,” Charlotte explained, watching it intently.

Saphoa was thinking, hand on her chin. “I wonder if their knowledge could benefit Arkanta. If we could mine into the rocky seabed, that would give us more space...”

Daisy was beaming. “Stromvurk! I didn't expect to be back here so soon.”

Mac chuckled, “What do you mean? Were you never going to visit?”

Daisy blushed, “Before we got engaged, I thought I'd just live comfy at the palace for a long time...”

Entering Stromvurk, they were greeted by a cadre of golden-armored dwarf guards. They walked along the sides in formation, leading the carriage through the city.

Winding their way through the streets, they eventually saw a gate built into the stone at the far side of the city. He could see what looked like windows scattered throughout the rock face, as well.

“Is...this the palace?” Mac asked.

Daisy nodded. “I've only been in it once, but it's just like yours. Maybe a bit smaller, hard to tell exactly when it's hewn into the mountainside.”

They stopped in the cobblestone yard in front of the rock face. There was a large contingent of dwarves waiting for them.

Wearing an impressive gem-encrusted set of armor, Lord Harald leaned on a large battleaxe, greeting them as they stepped out. “Welcome to Stromvurk, sire! Or I should say, welcome back, since you were here before, haha!”

Mac gave a sheepish smile. The last time they had been here, they were traveling incognito, so Lord Harald had no idea his King was down in the streets below his palace.

He then proceeded to introduce him to his four dwarven wives, Mac doing his best to try and remember their names. After, Lord Harald seemed to pause, so Mac assumed he needed to introduce as well.

“Well, you already know my fiance Daisy, the reason we're all here.”

Daisy blushed a bit and elbowed him, “I'm not important compared to you!”

Lord Harald and some of the other dwarves roared with laughter, “It does an old dwarf good to see you young'ins getting along so well.”

Mac smiled, “You also know my fiance Charlotte.”

Lord Harald walked up and gave Charlotte a big hug. Charlotte seemed a bit surprised, but hugged him back.

“And this is Saphoa. She is also my fiance, and a princess of Arkantan royalty.”

Lord Harald smiled and bowed to her. “It's nice to formally meet you. I wasn't sure if I remembered correctly that you were blue last time, but here you are again, haha!” he said, stroking his beard.

Saphoa nodded. “Are all dwarves so jovial as you and Daisy? I must spend more time amongst you all.”

This got another round of laughter from the crowd.

As this point, it seemed like the important introductions were over, and everyone started milling about.

Saphoa immediately had a crowd around her, considering her exotic appearance.

“Where is Arkanta?”

Saphoa replied, “Under the sea.”

“Is everyone of your race blue?”

Saphoa nodded, “Yes, though some are lighter shades than me.”

“I thought the King said you were a princess, but you look like a soldier with that physique.”

Saphoa smirked, “I am both a princess and a warrior.”

Charlotte immediately got mobbed by Lady Sophia. “Charlotte, my daughter!” she picked her up in a hug held her tight to her bosom. “You look so beautiful.”

Charlotte blushed, looking down at the this sweater she was wearing. “Mother, I'm not-”

Sophia continued, “Nonsense. Any woman who has known the touch of a man gets ten times more beautiful. How was it?”

Charlotte blushed, covering her face, “Mother...why are you even here!?”

Sophia seemed offended, “Of course I'm going to come see my daughter being the bridesmaid for her friend. Actually, I was thinking of having you be mine when I marry Lord Harald.”

Charlotte's face got serious. “So you're going through with that?”

Sophia nodded, face also getting serious. “I was also here to meet his wives. They were...very accepting of me, thankfully.”

Charlotte nodded, “It's good for both our houses, right?”

Sophia nodded. “When you all leave, he's going to journey with me to see our tree palace, and meet your father and the rest. I'm hoping they get along as well.”

Charlotte looked over at Lord Harald, who was amongst those talking and laughing with Saphoa (who was now for some reason arm wrestling one of the dwarf guards). “I think they will.”

“Well, if they don't, I'll just have to make them,” Sophia replied, with a hint of deviousness to her smile.

Charlotte gulped.

Daisy grabbed Mac's hand, bringing him over to a dwarf couple in the corner. “Mother, Father, this is Mac.”

The people introduced as her mother and father were a dwarf couple. They seemed a bit on the older side (for dwarves) with streaks of gray in the man's beard, and their faces had stony creases in them.

The man grabbed Mac's hand, putting it in a tight grip. “Haha, it's good to meet you King Mac! Or can I call you Son?”

Mac, remembering how happy that made Lord Cartegna, nodded. “Of course.”

The man smiled, shaking his hand (or really his whole arm) before letting go.

The woman, who had been hugging Daisy, reached up to hug Mac as well. “Oh, it's so nice to meet you. Daisy's letters have all been so happy lately!”

Daisy blushed, “Ma...”

Daisy's mother giggled.

After that, Lord Harald invited them inside for dinner. The wedding was taking place the next day, and would include the normal after-wedding dinner feast, but Lord Harald seemed like he was trying to impress everyone in attendance, and had had a grand smorgasbord of food prepared for their arrival.

Mac was sitting at a large tables that included all his fiances, Daisy's parents, Lady Sophia, and Lord Harald and his wives. They all seemed to be chatting lively, except Saphoa, who was inspecting the food across from Mac.

“Hmm, I do not recognize this lobster...” she said, picking up a lobster tail that was gray-looking.

Lord Harald, who was next to Mac, nodded. “They might not have 'em where you're from. That's a rock lobster, they live in underground rivers. Their shells collect rock material to help harden and protect them, but they taste mighty good once they're cracked open!”

Saphoa nodded, taking a bite from it. Her reaction made it seem like it was decent.

Mac grabbed some as well, slathering some butter on it.

“What is that?” Saphoa asked, giving a curious look.

“Butter. Do you ever get any in Arkanta?”

Saphoa shook her head, “Not that I can remember. What does it taste like?”

“Uhh...it's kind of hard to explain. Just melt some on your lobster and taste it.”

Saphoa grabbed the butter and did as instructed. After waiting a few moments for it to melt, she grabbed the buttery tail and took a bite. Instantly, it was as if Saphoa had an epiphany. “This is amazing! The lobster is good, but this adds so much to the flavor.”

Mac crossed his arms and nodded. “See what benefits the landfolk can show you?”

Saphoa giggled, and started slathering more butter on. “I will need to make sure butter gets sent to Arkanta...”

After dinner, some of the other nobles in town came up to say high, including Lord Cartegna who inquired about Eleanor. “How is she doing? Is she resting enough?”

Mac nodded. “Of course. She still works here and there, but she's doing fine. I think she's just ready for Elana to come out at this point.”

Lord Cartegna smiled, putting a hand on his shoulder, a tear coming to her eye. “I can't wait to be a grandpa...”

After talking a while, it was getting late (not that they could tell under the mountain) and were led to their chambers.

Mac smiled at how well things were going, at least for the time being. We got the engines, we got the alliance with Arkanta, the first babies are almost out... He held his head a bit at the thought. He still sometimes had trouble grasping he was going to be a father soon. I'm not sure if I'm really qualified... the faces of his partners came into mind. Well, with them, I'm sure it will be fine.

Wedding Day - Daisy

In the morning, Mac woke up to his normal wedding routine. Today, Mazzy, Saphoa's personal maid, came to help him prepare.

She also seemed to be using this opportunity to pepper him with questions.

“Will you and Saphoa have this type of ceremony as well?” she asked as she pulled the regalia over him.

Mac, getting his head through, replied, “Yes. Well, it will probably be at the Royal Palace, but otherwise yes.”

“Why not have it in Arkanta?”

Mac thought, “Well, that does sound interesting, but it would be hard to get so many landfolk down there, wouldn't it?”

Mazzy stopped for a moment, then nodded before continuing, “That's true. When are you having it?”

Mac looked at her, “I-...you know, I don't mind answering, but why don't you just ask Saphoa?”

Mazzy sighed, “She gets evasive whenever I ask her stuff about this...”

Mac put on a smile, “I wouldn't worry about it. I'm sure Saphoa and I's will be great. She might even have you be her bridesmaid.”

“What's that?”

Mac smiled, “You'll see soon enough.”

Since this was a dwarven wedding (at least partially), the ceremony would be a bit different. It was being run by Lord Harald, since he had requested too (and part of the reason Marie had been fine to stay at the palace).

First, Mac and Daisy would walk in separately, by themselves, and re-exchange their gifts they had made for each other.

Then, Lord Harald would inspect them, verifying their quality as a symbol of affection for each other (purely for show, Lord Harald had reassured him, when Mac got worried about his dagger).

Then they would switch to a more traditional royal wedding, where Charlotte and La Hire would bring in the rings, and eventually the crowning of Daisy.

And so Mac held the dagger he had made in hand, walking down the aisle of their ceremonial hall (a room specifically for high-profile events like weddings or coronations) where Lord Harald was waiting.

Lord Harald gave him a smile as he walked up.

Then, the door opened, and Daisy started walking up. Her brown hair, normally in braided pigtails, hung down to almost her waist. Her dress barely covered the bottom part of her chest, ample cleavage showing above it. And around the hem of the chest were interwoven small lightcrystals, miniature versions of the ones in Stromvurk's roof. And in her arms was the orichalum chainmail.

Mac smiled as she got close, and Daisy was blushing ear to ear, a huge smile on her face as well.

Lord Harald stood between and behind them. “Present your gifts!”

Mac knelt down in front of Daisy, showing the dagger he had made. Daisy inspected it, before giving it to Lord Harald, who inspected it before giving it back.

Daisy put the dagger in her sash, before unfolding the orichalum chainmail. Audible gasps were heard from the crowd, as every dwarf in attendance knew what it was immediately.

Mac held it up, pretending to look it over, before handing to Lord Harald.

Lord Harald took one look and grinned, before handing it back.

Mac then put the chainmail over his regalia, careful to unfurl his Prism Beast Cape after it was on.

Lord Harald stepped forward. “I judge these two to be fit for marriage under our mountain.”

The crowd roared in celebration.

Lord Harald held up his hand. “Hold on, hold on everyone. As you all know, this isn't an ordinary marriage...”

Music started playing, and the doors opened, Charlotte and La Hire walking down the aisle.

Daisy was positively beaming watching the others come up the aisle. She gave Charlotte a big hug when she got up to her, which earned some murmuring from the crowd.

After that, they exchanged rings. Mac gave her his, an orange gemstone on a gold ring (crafted by Daisy to her own specifications).

Mac's reciprocal rings was placed on his left pinky, so his left hand was now filled, besides the thumb.

Mac had a small moment of existential dread. I'm running out of fingers.

This was quickly dissipated as Daisy grabbed his hand, and they faced the crowd.

“I present to you all, King Mac and Queen Daisy of Ositania.”

A roar, even louder than before, came from everyone in attendance, especially the dwarves. Daisy and Lord Harald had both told him how much it meant to the dwarves of the kingdom to have a Dwarf Queen. Obviously, Mac had just wanted to marry Daisy, and Daisy had wanted to marry Mac. The societal advantages had been purely coincidental.

After being announced, Daisy pulled him down, giving him a long smooch, which got the crowd somehow louder.

She then wrapped her arm around his, pulling him down the aisle and out the door.

Daisy pulled him in for another kiss, this one a bit more tongue-oriented. “Do you want to skip dinner and go straight to bed?”

Mac chuckled, “Haha, I wouldn't mind, but are you sure you wanna skip dinner? I saw you devouring all those dwarven dishes yesterday.”

Daisy blushed, “I don't get those much at the palace! Well, the stuff Tillie cooks is just as good. Sometimes better...”

Mac nodded. “Besides, we'll need our energy for tonight.”

Daisy blushed more, giving him another kiss before dragging him towards the Great hall.

The Great hall of Lord Harald's palace was set up for dinner already when they got there.

Mac ate more of the rock lobsters he'd had the previous day, plus several different stews and casseroles (the dwarves seemed fond of potatoes and beef especially).

As always, Mac listened on the conversations of his partners, although felt a little sad that many of them couldn't be there.

Charlotte was on the other side of Daisy, and they were discussing...the steam engine. I'll be glad once they can finally talk about something else...

“I know a few, I'm gonna talk with them tomorrow, since we're not leaving until the day after,” Daisy said between mouthfuls.

Charlotte nodded. She took a swig from her glass. She had gained enough alcohol tolerance that she was now allowed one glass of wine before being cut off (which Charlotte herself was very excited about). “Just make sure they sign that paper Marie wrote, or she'll get mad.”

Saphoa was talking with Mazzy, who was standing behind her.

“Saphy, these landfolk weddings are amazing. I can't believe you're going to have one!”

Saphoa smiled at Mac, before turning back to Mazzy. “You could have one too, if you find a man.”

Mazzy blushed a bit, but then shook her head. “Even so, I won't be marrying a king...”

After finishing eating, they did the customary walk around. This one was very busy, as many dwarf noble lord and ladies in the realm came up to pay their respects, complimenting the dagger and chainmail, and offering another drink (which Mac politely declined).

Eventually, he got to Lord Harald. Lady Sophia was busy laughing with his wives behind him.

Mac smiled, “I'm glad everyone's getting along.”

Lord Harald gave a nervous laugh. “Haha, I was a little worried about telling them that not only was I getting another wife, but it was an elf lady!”

Mac nodded. “What are you doing about living arrangements?”

“Oh, we talked about that already. We're thinking of doing two months a year together here, two months together at the elven palace, then eight months separate, and rotate that every year.”

Mac raised his eyebrows. “You're going to spend eight months separate every year?”

“Aye. It may sound odd, but dwarves and elves live a long time, so it's not that uncommon to go a while without seeing each other. Besides, we can still visit occasionally. And...I have other wives that need attention too.”

His four wives blushed a bit, the one closest to him playfully slapping his shoulder.

After that, they wandered around a bit more, saying hello to Lord Cartegna and some of the others they knew, before making a show of heading off to bed.

As they were standing there, Mac whispered, “I'm surprised dwarves do this tradition as well.”

Daisy laughed, “Haha, they wanna see babies soon, too!”

Wedding Night

Mac and Daisy were could barely keep their hands off each other, heading towards the room they would share, when they started hearing shouting down the hall.

Daisy chuckled, “That's not proper, if you're gonna get rowdy you shouldn't bother the bride and groom.”

Mac smiled and nodded, but stopped as he saw motion down the hall.

Two men had come around the bend, with yellow armor that he didn't recognize. The two men stopped, then held up bows.

Mac moved on instinct, putting himself between them and Daisy. Sure enough, he felt a couple pings on his back, though between the Prism Beast cape and his orichalum armor, they felt like a light poke.

Dammit, what is this!? He heard the two men running down the hall. “Daisy, we need to-”

He stopped as Daisy, looking enraged, grabbed a warhammer from one of the suits of armor in the hall. “Don't you dare hurt my man!” she shouted. Mac turned to see the two men surprised, as Daisy leaped at them, swinging the hammer down. The first one couldn't get his sword up in time, and had his face crushed as the hammer swung into it. The second was about to stab at Daisy, so Mac held up his hand, but Daisy swung the hammer so quickly into the second man's side, he didn't have time to actually use his magic, as the man crumpled with a sickening thud.

Mac watched in horror at what had just unfolded, then looked at his wife. “Daisy!” he said, hugging her.

Daisy, letting the hammer's head fall, leaned against the handle. “Been a while since I done that, she said between breathes.

“What's going on? Who's men are these?”

Daisy shook her head. “Look at 'em.”

Mac did, but didn't recognize them. They had olive skin, even deeper than Provental (or at least the two he had met so far), and thin, curved mustaches. After a moment, though, he recognized where he had seen the face before. “Navarrans!?”

Daisy nodded. “Maybe someone hired-...” but she trailed off as she looked out the window. She walked over to it, the color draining from her face. “Mac...”

Mac walked over, and looked out as well. His mind took a second to comprehend what he was seeing. People were fighting in the streets of Stromvurk, more of the men in yellow armor everywhere, battling dwarves and other guards anywhere he looked. Several buildings were on fire, the smoke rising up and blocking some of the lightcrystals in the ceiling, beginning to shroud the city in darkness.

This is bad. What is going on here!?

Before he could try and think of what to do, they heard more shouting. Five more men in yellow armor rounded the same corner the others had, and pointed when they saw them. Two raised their bows while the other three started charging. Two of those held up swords, and one held up his hand. Is he going to use magic? He could see some of them had blood on them.

Mac didn't hesitate this time, using his evil-emperor style lightning, fanning it down the hall. The men in metal armor were shocked instantly, falling to the ground twitching.

Daisy looked at him. “I knew about your magic of course, but dam that's powerful.”

Mac nodded, wiping his forehead, “Yes, but I'll get Magic Fatigue if I have to use it too often.”

Daisy grabbed the warhammer with both hands again, before starting off the other direction. “We need to get back to the others.”

Mac instantly thought of Charlotte and Saphoa. Not just them, but La Hire and his wives, Daisy's parents, Lord Cartegna, Lord Harald and Lady Sophia... He nodded and followed after.

They heard fighting everywhere, and found several dead in the halls. Unfortunately, it was both Navarran and theirs, some nobles guards and a few dwarves. After a minute of running, they almost ran headfirst into La Hire and Lord Harald, flanked by several guards, who were running around a corner from the other direction.

La Hire let out a huge sigh when he saw them. “Sire...”

Lord Harald dropped his ax, hugging Daisy. “Niece...” he then noticed the blood on her warhammer. “Are you alright?”

Daisy smiled sheepishly. “Yeah, thankfully the weapon lessons from you and Dad are still ingrained in me. Got nothing on hubby though, his magic took out a bunch of 'em.”

La Hire jumped in, “Sire, we must get you and Daisy back to the Great Hall. Lord Cartegna has set up a defense there until we can ascertain what is going on.”

Mac grimaced, “There's fighting in the streets, and a bunch of buildings are on fire.”

Lord Harald started seething with rage. “Those bastard Navarrans. Invading my city! There won't be a Navarran left alive once I'm through with them. I'm going to rally the men.”

La Hire nodded, and they parted ways, Daisy giving her uncle one more hug before he left with some of the dwarves.

La Hire and the guards formed a box around Mac and Daisy, swiftly going through the halls of the palace towards the Great Hall. After a short jaunt, they got to the main doors. They were closed, and a dozen Navarrans were standing outside. They had a small tree sharpened into a portable ram, swinging it against the door, which seemed to be splintering.

La Hire motioned to his men, but Mac stopped him. La Hire was incredulous, “Sire, I can't let you-”

Mac held out his hand, shooting electricity out of his palm. He knew now the armor-clad guards would conduct it easily, so he fanned it out to try and hit all of them. The guards watched in awe as the Navarrans fell.

The guards ran over, stabbing any that were still moving. Mac thought he should feel bad about it, but the feelings weren't coming to him.

He heard some shouting from the other side. La Hire banged against it, “Lord Cartegna, it's La Hire, we have the King and Queen.”

There was more shouting from the other side, as he heard a bunch of scraping and thudding. After a half minute, the door swung open, with Lord Cartegna, some royal guards, and dwarven guards all looking relieved.

As they entered, a high-pitched voice shouted, “Mac! Daisy!” Charlotte came running from a huddled group in the middle of civilians.

Lord Cartegna put his hand on Mac's head. “I knew you'd be alright, son.”

Three maids ran past them, mobbing La Hire and crying. La Hire gave a pained smile, wrappings his arms around the three of them.

Mac looked around for Saphoa, who was giving him a relieved smile. Saphoa was holding a spear, the tip drenched in blood. Luckily, none seemed to be on her, though.

Charlotte was still crying in his chest, so he tried to comfort her. “We're okay.”

Daisy grabbed Charlotte's hands and smiled at her. Charlotte now cried into Daisy's chest. Daisy took her and went over to the middle of the hall with the others who were sitting there, including Daisy's mother and father, who both gave her hugs as well.

Behind them, he saw Mazzy treating some wounded, occasionally glancing over at Saphoa (and maybe once at La Hire).

As Mac turned, La Hire was reassuring his own partners. “I'm fine. I'm not going to die before our children are here.”

“You better not die after either!” Kelly said, punching him in the shoulder. After he gave them all another hug, they went and sat in the middle with the others.

Lord Cartegna, having been waiting, now started explaining quickly, “A minute after you left, they started stabbing the guards in the back around the perimeter. It's lucky we have so many combatants in the hall, or we all may have been slaughtered. You're fiance there is a savant with that spear, she singlehandedly defended one of the doors by herself with one she stole.

Saphoa, who was standing slightly behind, blushed and looked away. “I was simply doing what anyone would do in my situation.”

Lord Cartegna smiled at her. “We were able to kill every attacker in the hall and set up defenses, but they've been trying to get in since.”

Mac looked around. Due to it's size, the Great Hall had six entrances, one on each short side (the one they had just come in, and the far one which Mac thought was the kitchens), and two one each long side, that led out side-halls. The ones on the side seemed to still have Navarrans outside, as they occasionally shook, and the guards were holding tables and roller trays to stop them from being forced open.

Luckily, Mac and Daisy's safety seemed to have reinvigorated the guards (both human and dwarven) and they were even shouting back at the Navarrans.

As Mac had a chance to calm down for the first time since he and Daisy had been attacked, he slowly felt himself becoming angrier and angrier.

Lord Cartegna seemed to noticed, and put a hand on his shoulder. “I understand, son. We'll have time to be angry later. We need to get you and the royal family to safety.”

Mac nodded. Think...this is the time for you to be a King. I need to figure something out and do what I can.

Lady Sophia, who had been talking with some of the civilians in the middle, walked over. “Are we breaking out?” She pulled a pair of knives from underneath her dress. One was clean, but the other had obvious blood on it.

Mac nodded, looking over. “We need to get everyone to safety.”

Lord Cartegna looked worried for a moment, but then smiled. “As my sire commands.”

La Hire, who seemed to be thinking, jumped in. “Lord Cartegna, they're attacking the whole city.”

Lord Cartegna nodded. “We need to get to the keep.”

Mac was taken aback, “Don't we need to defend the city?”

Lord Cartegna and La Hire looked at each other, then at him.

“Sire, we need you safe,” La Hire explained.

Lord Cartegna nodded in agreement.

Mac's anger from earlier was returning. “Dammit, I'm not hiding while I can do something! My magic can take out some, at least until I get Magic Fatigue.”

La Hire had a pained expression on his face, but Lord Cartegna smiled again. “Captain, I think we should let him. He won't die easily with this, haha” he laughed, rapping on Mac's chainmail.

Lady Sophia nodded, “That's the way a King should act.”

Saphoa also seemed to be giving an approving nod.

La Hire bit his lip, then sighed. “Fine, but we need to get everyone else to safety first.”

As La Hire and Lord Cartegna talked with some of the dwarves about the best way to the keep, Mac thought about someone. Actually, to someone.

Rhea, if you can hear me, I really need you right now. He looked around, but couldn't see her anywhere. No one had seen her since she left before their Arkantan trip.

Saphoa, who was now hovering just behind Mac, tapped his shoulder. Mac looked around at her, and Saphoa pointed to the door they had come in. There was a small strobing light underneath, although no one else had seemed to notice. “Do you see that?”

Mac took a moment, then realized what it was. He went over, and opened the door slightly. The guards looked at him but said nothing, and he pretended to just be peering through into the hall. He felt something fly into his regalia.

He closed the door and walked away, and felt Rhea climbing up to his neck.

“That hurt! Since when do you wear armor?” she whispered into his ear.

“Sorry, it was a gift from Daisy,” he whispered back.

“Oh, well I won't be so mad then. I'd ask why you called me, but I think I already know...”

Mac grimaced, “Yeah, thanks for coming.”

“I actually already was, but I sped up once I felt your emotions.”

Mac got straight to it, “Can you help us out? Like you did with the Prism Beast?”

Rhea shook her head, “That was different, it was some sort of monster. I can't kill Children. Or help you kill Children. That's against the rules for spirits.”

Mac sighed, “Even if you're threatened? Or your fiance? I feel bad guilting you, but I wouldn't ask something like this unless it's an emergency. And this is an emergency.”

Rhea was silent for a moment. Then a few moments. Then a minute.

As Mac was about to apologize for even suggesting it, Rhea whispered. “You're right. Screw the rules, I'm not letting you or the others die over some rule from millennia ago.”

Mac smiled. I feel bad, but I really need your help.

Rhea kissed him on the cheek.

“Mac...there is something in your collar.”

Mac turned around, and saw Saphoa staring at Rhea. Dammit! “Uh...”

Rhea flew over and started hurriedly whispering into Saphoa's ear. Whatever she was telling her, Saphoa nodded, seeming to understand. Rhea then flew back into Mac's regalia (carefully, this time).

La Hire came up to him, “Sire, let's go,” he said to him. He then shouted, “Guards! We're getting the civilians to the keep, then King Mac is leading a sortie out into the city.”

The guards, Royal and dwarven alike, all cheered loudly, the roar echoing through the hall. The pounding on the doors temporarily stopped as the Navrrans seemed unsure what to make of it.

They hurriedly formed a train, the dwarven guards leading the way, followed by Mac and the other nobles that could fight, followed by the civilians, and the Royal and nobles' guards in the rear. There was no Navarrans outside the main door still, so they quickly went through, everyone briskly walking down the hall.

They took several turns, hearing the sounds of fighting in the distance, although nothing was close. After a couple minutes, Rhea whispered in his ear, “There's some ahead. The enemy Children.”

Mac, assuming that meant Navarrans, shouted, “Hold on!”

The guards ahead of him, stopped, looking back at him confused. Mac quickly went ahead of him, sticking his head around the corner. Sure enough, a dozen or so were running down the hall. Mac held up his hand, sending electricity surging through them.

The dwarven guards that hadn't seen this already earlier were astounded, but quickly recovered and ran over to hack at the Navarans on the ground. They then kicked them to the side, clearing way for the others.

Lord Cartegna looked at him suspiciously. “Sire, how did you...”

Mac shook his head, “I'll explain later.” It's going to be impossible to hide it after what I have planned, anyway.

Lord Cartegna seemed confused, but nodded.

They kept running, until finally reaching the large metal doors of the keep. It was hard to tell, since the whole palace was built into the mountain, but Mac assumed this was the place of last defense, deep in the mountain.

“If worse comes to worse, is there a way out of here?” Mac asked.

La Hire nodded. “Lord Harald said there is an escape tunnel that goes on top of the mountain.”

I guess that's better than nothing.

There were guards at the door, who quickly had it opened as they saw who was approaching. Mac turned to his partners, saying preemptively, “I promise I'll be careful.”

Charlotte started crying again, hugging him as hard as she could.

“I'm going with you,” Saphoa said, tightening her grip on the spear. “It is every woman's dream to fight by her man.”

Mac blinked a few times. “I-”

“I will not take no for an answer. I have fought before, I know the risks.”

Mac nodded, remembering her story of fighting the people from the deep parts of the sea. This is probably child's play compared to that.

Lady Sophia, who had just hugged Charlotte, gave her a devious smile. “I like you. I need to go find Harald too, lest he die before we can even have our marriage ceremony.”

Daisy blushed at Mac, “I'd like to go with you too, but I think I'd just be hindrance.”

Mac hugged her, “Stay with Charlotte. I think she'd feel better having you with her. Besides, all the dwarves here are fighting for you.”

Daisy blushed and nodded, then went over and hugged Charlotte, who seemed a bit surprised.

La Hire was giving a kiss to all his partners.

Lord Cartegna was holding his sword pressed into the floor, watching over them all with a determined look on his face.

After the gate was closed, the guards and remaining nobles who were joining the combat rushed away.

“Are we heading to the front entrance?” Mac asked.

“No, the Narvarrans probably won't have horses, so we should get ours from the stable. Can you ride, sire?” La Hire asked.

“Uh...no.”

“I cannot either, though I'd much like to learn,” Saphoa said.

La Hire frowned. “I guess ride with me, then. Saphoa, can you go with one of the others?”

“Haha, my daughter can come with me!” Lord Cartegna shouted.

“Daughter?” Saphoa asked, seemingly confused.

“Any woman marrying my son is a daughter to me,” Lord Cartegna smiled.

Saphoa nodded with a smile, “I see.”

They eventually got to the stables, only running into a couple Navarrans. These ones seemed to have broken off from the main group and were trying to loot, and were hacked down as they were carrying treasures and armor found around the palace.

La Hire helped Mac get onto the horse, and Mac tried his best not to hold onto him too tightly. Saphoa jumped on behind Lord Cartegna with ease, seemingly already at home.

Lady Sophia got on a horse (there were many unclaimed ones due to losses), and followed closely behind.

The dwarves, who didn't normally ride horses, fell in behind them, planning to run all the way.

They opened the doors to the palace stables, and could see the city laid out in front of them. There was smoke everywhere, covering the lightcrystals more than before. The dwarves were noticeably irritated.

La Hire rode to the door and turned sideways to shout. “Men! Our first goal is to link up with Lord Harald's force, then, we drive-” He stopped as Mac grabbed his shoulder. “Sire?”

Mac nodded, before shouting himself, “Everyone! I have no idea why these Navarran dolts decided to attack us, but they won't get away with it. Keep yourself safe, but don't let one of these bastards get away!”

Everyone roared as they had earlier. La Hire smiled and nodded, and Lord Cartegna and Lady Sophia did the same.

Mac then decided it was time. “This spirits are with us this day!”

Rhea took her cue, flying out and into the air above the city. Then, she shined. So bright did she get that it pierced through the smoke that had been collecting and blocking the lightcrystals, as if a small sun was inside the cavernous city of Stromvurk.

Everyone in the city stopped for a moment, unable to believe what they saw.

The guards all cheered, galloping out of the stables and into the city. Navarrans started running as they saw them charge, only to get hacked down. Mac could see some of the nobles with combat-useful magic shooting small fireballs or blowing enemies over with gusts of wind.

The dwarves followed behind, hacking anyone that was still alive, and filtering into the side-streets or up stairs where the horses couldn't reach.

Mac was judicious with his magic, only using it here and there to nab one at at time, usually trying to get archers that he saw before they could shoot an arrow into their group.

They continued fighting their way down the streets, their numbers growing larger as defenders from the city joined their group, and they had swelled to a couple hundred. Everyone they met seemed to be in awe of Rhea, who was still shining into every nook and cranny of Stromvurk. “I think Lord Harald is fighting in the market area,” La Hire shouted as they mopped up a group, pointing in the distance.

Mac nodded, and La Hire motioned for their force to set off again.

They quickly made it, and it was obvious the largest and fiercest fighting was occurring here. Most of the market stalls were on fire, and the large open area was full of both dwarves and Navarrans.

“Harald!” he heard Sophia shout. She raced through the crowd, jumping off her horse and throwing a knife into the neck of a Navarran.

La Hire and Lord Cartegna galloped after her as the guards and dwarves all joined the fray. Sophia was holding up Lord Harald, who was standing (with help) but had a bloody side.

Lord Harald laughed, “Haha, I'm fine. I suffered worse wounds in the last war.”

Sophia wasn't having it though, “Dammit, you need to get that treated.”

“It's fine, I-”

Sophia kissed him then and there to shut him up. “I'm not letting you die before we can even have a child!”

Lord Harald gulped, but nodded. Sophia had the horse kneel down so Lord Harald could get on. She jumped up behind him, holding him tightly. “I'm taking him back to the palace.”

The others nodded.

Lord Harald shouted to his guards, “Protect King Mac with your lives!”

The dwarves, all still fighting and holding off Navarrans, roared in response.

Mac then realized that he was right in the middle of the fighting. They were in a small pocket created by Harald's guards, but fighting was happening everywhere around them.

Saphoa had jumped in with the dwarves, stabbing over them at the Navarrans, while the dwarves who were defending looked in awe at the tall blue woman running every which way.

Lord Cartegna and La Hire took a stance on either side of Mac, making sure no one could get close.

Mac gulped. Think, think...he looked up at Rhea. Are you okay, Rhea?

The light coming from her strobed slightly. Many of the combatants were thrown off by this (especially the Navarrans, who seemed wary of the light) but Mac figured she was just answering in the affirmative. As he was looking over at her, something else caught his eye. Hmmm...

Mac quickly tried to figure out the feasibility of his plan. “Father! Is there a...like a way to force then enemy into a box? Like surround them?” he tried his best to explain.

Lord Cartegna frowned. “There is, but forcing them into a pocket like that means they'll fight to the death, and we'll lose a lot of men. Granted, we should kill them all, but it's better to leave-”

Mac shook his head. “Don't needlessly attack. Just surround them and force them to bunch up. And stay away from my magic.”

Lord Cartegna nodded, then jumped on his horse. “Men! Surrounding action! Form them into a pocket!”

La Hire, who had been listening in, said “Sire...”

“La Hire, get three guards and take me to that over there,” Mac pointed to an object in the distance.

La Hire looked over, then seemed to clock on to Mac's plan. “Are you sure, sire? Won't you get Magic Fatigue?”

Mac shook his head, “It's fine.”

Before La Hire could protest, Saphoa came over. “Are we moving?”

Mac nodded, “Yes. I actually need you to make sure I don't die accidentally...”

Saphoa gave a serious nod.

La Hire tapped three guards, and they got back on their horses and broke through the group. Mac could see they were starting to form a pocket, with any Navarrans that didn't allow themselves to be pushed in getting slaughtered unsupported.

After a minute, they got to the object Mac had pointed too – one of the lifts that ferried people from the inside of the Stromvurk cavern out onto the mountainside.

Mac grabbed Saphoa's hand, and jumped onto the lift. La Hire and the guards started pumping the gears, and the lift began to rise. They were a bit slower than the dwarves who normally manned it, but they made steady progress.

“Get us about fifty meters up.”

La Hire nodded, breathing heavy as they kept going.

Too bad we didn't have a steam engine for the lifts, yet.

As they were going up, Saphoa suddenly turned Mac towards her, and gave him a kiss. It wasn't a peck, nor a make out, but a confident smooch.

“I am proud to be engaged to a King such as you,” Saphoa said. “You will lead both Ositania and Arkanta into greatness.”

Mac blushed, “Now's not the time...”

Saphoa smiled and shook her head. “Of course it is. There is no time like the heat of battle to profess your love,” she explained, before giving him another kiss.

Mac nodded, “I...I am glad to have you by my side,” he responded, thrown off and not sure exactly how to respond.

Saphoa smiled and blushed a bit, before focusing again. “So, how do I stop you from dying?”

“Just make sure I don't fall off,” Mac explained.

Saphoa nodded, grabbing his hips from behind, and getting a firm grip on his waist.

I guess this works.

At this point, Mac could see the battle below. Looking around, there was still fighting going on in other areas, but the market seemed to be the biggest concentration of Navarrans. As he had asked, they were now in a big pocket. He could see what he thought was Lord Cartegna riding around, presumably telling people to stand back. Some on both sides seemed to have realized the plan (or at least part of it), and arrows and magic were flying into and out of the pocket.

Mac held out his palm.

“Are you going to use your magic again?”

Mac nodded.

Saphoa tightened her grip on his waist.

Mac took a deep breath, then imagined a giant lightning bolt crashing down into the middle of the Navarrans.

Men were sent flying everywhere as the lightning struck. Some were fried to a crisp, while others were blown over by the rush of air from the strike. Any left standing were clutching their ears from the sound.

Lord Cartegna shouted orders, and the men around them charged into the Navarrans, hacking the startled survivors to pieces.

Mac watched this, but his head started swimming, and he felt like he was going to fall over. Luckily, Saphoa was more than strong enough to keep him up.

“Good job,” Saphoa heard her say. “Your magic is most useful in land combat.”

Mac turned around, hugging Saphoa and leaning into her. Despite not intending it anything by it, he laid his head on her chest.

Saphoa didn't seem to mind though, holding him closely into it as they started to descend.

“Sire?” La Hire asked as they reached the ground. “I expected you'd be knocked out.”

“I did too,” Mac got out, as Saphoa was supporting him up.

Suddenly, a loud crashing sound came from the distance, then started echoing around the city. Mac looked over in the direction, and saw that a giant metal portcullis was down at the mouth of the city.

“Um...” Mac said, not sure what to think.

La Hire, however, smiled. “That means we didn't lose the gate, then. The Navarrans wouldn't cut off their own path of escape.”

Seeing the gate was down, most of the remaining Navarrans in the city started panicking and trying to run, only to be cut down as they did. A few minutes later, and the fighting in the city had mostly subsided.

They met back up with Lord Cartegna in the market, where the efforts had changed to trying to douse the fires.

Lord Cartegna seemed worried, “Sire?”

Mac shook his head, “It's just Magic Fatigue.”

Lord Cartegna looked at him seriously. “You can die from Magic Fatigue. If only Eleanor were here...”

Mac grimaced. As nice as having her magic would be right now, I don't want her in danger.

Saphoa handed Mac off to La Hire, and went over to the people putting out the fires. Opening one of their water barrels, she started using her magic to spray water like a fire-hose, dousing any fires she could reach.

The guards started shouting, pointing to her, and bringing water barrels over to her to use.

As they were watching her, a dwarf came up to them, looking to be a captain by his insignia. “Is Lord Harald nearby?”

Lord Cartegna responded, “He was...well, he was dragged back to the palace as he was wounded.”

The dwarf nodded. “I'm reporting in from the front gate. We managed to stop them from entering and got the gate closed, but an emissary from their army is requesting a meeting.”

“Army!?” Mac responded.

The dwarf realized who he was, and bowed. “Sire, I may be the first to report, but there is also a Navarran army outside the gates. They seem to be preparing to siege us.”

Mac looked at La Hire and Lord Cartegna.

Lord Cartegna nodded, “We should at least hear what they have to say.”

They followed the dwarf captain, who led them to the gate. Mac grimaced as he saw the bodies in the streets, a seething anger building in him again.

Eventually, they wound their way to the large gate. Dwarves were busy erecting defenses in the streets just inside, warily eyeing the army and tents in the distance through the portcullis, and they had to walk through them like a maze. Many of the dwarves cheered seeing Mac, still in his (now dirty and bloodied) regalia, Prism Beast cape still hanging behind him.

“You see, Son? Every one of them will fight to the death for you,” Lord Cartegna said, as if trying to reassure him.

Mac shook his head, “That's what I'm worried about.”

Reaching the gate, they looked through the portcullis to see a contingent of Navarran cavalry, a standard-bearer, and a pompously dressed man in the middle.

The pompously dressed one addressed him. “Ah, by your apparel I assume you are King Mac of Ositiania?”

Mac was thrown off by the man's nonchalance, simply replying “Yes...”

“Very good. I am Juan, adjutant to his Majesty, King Lavon of Navar. He demands the immediate surrender of Stromvurk.”

The guards nearby started shouting. Lord Cartegna shouted back, “You can't be serious.”

Juan chuckled a bit. “Haha, I'm not sure how you expect this to end. We have you besieged, all your top military commanders stuck inside, with no hope of reinforcement any time soon. Your ally can't come to your rescue, either, since we invaded them as well.

Mac did a double-take. Ally!? They're attacking Arkanta? How did they even get over there? Navar is landlocked.

“Well, will you surrender?” Juan asked again.

Mac felt loathing welling up inside him. Holding out his hand, he sent electricity coursing through the guards around the man.

The horses started bucking, sending the electrocuted guards to the ground, writing in agony.

The adjutant looked around, fear filling his face. He quickly turned around, “You'll regret that!” before galloping into the distance.

Mac held up his hand to use his magic again, but Lord Cartegna and La Hire both stopped him.

“Sire, don't use any more magic,” La Hire pleaded with him.

“It's not worth it, son. It's not proper to attack messengers. Although, I'm not opposed to foregoing proper procedures given the circumstances...”

Mac keeled over on his knees, barely able to stay conscious. After a moment, La Hire helped him up.

The guards nearby, who had been cheering when Mac used his magic on the messenger guards, got quiet in worry.

Lord Cartegna shouted, “Everyone, focus on your defenses, we're getting the King some rest.”

They helped Mac back onto La Hire's horse, then headed back to the market area, where Saphoa was resting, having used her magic to put out most of the fires in the area.

She quickly stood up, concerned at Mac's appearance. “Mac?”

Mac smiled unconvincingly, “Sorry, just a bit tired.”