As the morning sun bathed the main halls in warm light, Shikihime sat regally, adorned in the official attire of the Iskaldt Rike Realm. The heavy jewelry on her head was a cumbersome burden, yet she bore it with a façade of grace. Internally, she was seething, her thoughts a tempest of annoyance directed at Shikuro. She was convinced this was his playful retaliation, a clever ruse to unsettle her. Beside her, Yoru engaged in an unexpected discussion about fashion, a topic Shikihime had never known her to show any interest in.
Three painstaking hours after sunrise, the long-awaited announcement of Shikuro's arrival finally echoed through the hall. Shikihime, accompanied by her entourage, made her way to the main gate with an air of forced patience. Upon their arrival, she was taken aback to find Shikuro dressed in traditional Dynasty festival attire. Her irritation quickly morphed into amusement; the sight was both unexpected and slightly absurd.
"Why are you dressed in festival clothes?" she inquired with a hint of bemusement. Shikuro's demeanor shifted, a touch of annoyance flickering across his face at her question. He seemed puzzled by her remark. "Festival clothes?" he echoed, seeking clarification.
"Your attire... it's quite festive, isn't it?" Shikihime couldn't help but comment, a playful edge to her voice. "It's usually worn for drinking and celebrations. Is there something special about today that I should know about?"
Shikuro, slightly taken aback by her observation, replied defensively, "What do you mean? This is traditional Dynasty attire, suitable for official occasions, isn't it?"
Shikihime couldn't suppress a chuckle. "Well, yes, but it's more suited for less formal, joyous occasions. I'm just surprised to see you dressed like you're heading to a festival."
Before she could further inquire about his tardy arrival, Shikuro quickly interjected with an apologetic tone, "I must apologize for keeping you waiting. An urgent state matter came up before dawn, demanding my immediate attention. It just got resolved."
Shikihime raised an eyebrow, slightly skeptical but chose not to press further. Meanwhile, Shikuro concealed his inner glee, knowing well that he had been fast asleep until an hour ago. His tardiness was a deliberate move, a small victory in their ongoing game of wits. His smug smile, however, was hidden behind a facade of earnest apology.
Shikuro, slightly caught off guard by Shikihime's playful remark, extended his hand to her. "Shall we?" he asked, his tone a blend of formality and warmth. Shikihime, with a lightness in her step, accepted his hand gracefully and they proceeded towards the carriage.
As they approached, Shikihime noticed the carriage's intimate setup – designed specifically for couples, with just two seats side by side. Her entourage seemed visibly uneasy with this arrangement, but Shikihime, with a dismissive wave of her hand, quipped, "It's not often we get the chance for some... private moments together, so let's enjoy it."
The comment seemed to freeze everyone in their tracks, including Shikuro. Recovering quickly, he stammered, "I would never presume to use this as an opportunity to... well, you know," trying his best to clear any potential misunderstanding.
Shikihime, sensing his discomfort, reached out and gently touched his cheek, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I may have taken my teasing a bit too far, Shikuro. Let's just go, and accept my apology. But just so you know, I might do it again," she said with a sly smile.
As the carriage rolled smoothly through the streets of Frostgard, Shikihime and Shikuro found themselves in a rare moment of privacy, away from the watchful eyes of attendants and guards. The conversation turned to the pressing issues facing their duchy, particularly the challenges of the upcoming winter.
Shikuro, taking the lead in the conversation, clarified their day's agenda to Shikihime. "Today, we're focusing on assessing the food stocks, both for the commoners and the nobles. The situation is quite concerning with the flour supply from the mainland. This year, due to poor harvests, we've received only about 20% of our usual supply. This shortfall is a significant issue, as flour is a staple for bread-making."
Shikihime, absorbing the gravity of the situation, inquired further. "So, are we lacking in agricultural capabilities? Don't we have our own fields for grain production?"
Shikuro sighed, acknowledging the limitation. "We do have fields, but they are primarily used for other types of crops. Our focus hasn't been on grain suitable for flour. The island, as you know, is industrially inclined, and we've heavily relied on trade for essential food items. With the current shortage, inflation in food prices has spiked by nearly 30%. It's becoming increasingly difficult for commoners to afford basic necessities."
Shikihime's concern deepened. "But we're surrounded by sea. Shouldn't fishing provide us with a substantial food source?"
"Yes, fishing is our lifeline, especially under these circumstances," Shikuro responded. "It's our primary alternative to ensure that the population doesn't starve. To ease the burden a little, I've reduced taxes on food, but we still need to be prudent with our spending. The situation is delicate, and even the noble houses are feeling the pinch, with many expressing their concerns."
Shikihime pondered for a moment before asking another critical question. "What's our largest expenditure currently?"
Without hesitation, Shikuro answered, "Our biggest expense is the army, including the mercenaries. We can't compromise their food supplies, as they form the first line of defense against any threats from the Stardust Kingdom. The king financially supports the mercenaries, but it's our responsibility to feed them and fulfill the rest of our contractual obligations. Presently, about 40% of the army under my command is from Frostgard, half of which comprises the naval fleet. The king has his fleet, approximately 30%, which is also under my command. This brings the total to 66% naval fleet and 33% foot soldiers, and the remaining 30% are mercenaries."
Shikihime nodded, understanding the weight of these responsibilities. "It sounds like a challenging balance, maintaining the defense readiness while ensuring the welfare of our people."
"Yes, it's a tough balancing act," Shikuro agreed. "But it's crucial for the security and well-being of Frostgard and also for the Realm."
In the carriage, the conversation between Shikuro and Shikihime continued with a focus on their upcoming meeting with High Admiral Ryo. Shikuro, looking intently at Shikihime, inquired if she was acquainted with the Admiral. Her response came with a knowing smile, a blend of pride and nostalgia coloring her tone. "Of course, I know him," she began, her voice carrying the weight of her royal upbringing and responsibilities. "First and foremost, I am royal, and it was my duty to be well-informed about all significant figures in our country."
She paused for a moment, her gaze drifting out of the carriage window as if lost in memories. Turning back to Shikuro, she continued, "But my knowledge of him isn't just ceremonial. I was actively involved in the military. In fact, I held the rank of a colonel in the naval fleet." There was a hint of pride in her voice as she recounted her command over a ship and crew, underscoring her experience and competence far beyond what her royal title might suggest.
"I've even had the honor of fighting alongside High Admiral Ryo," she added, her eyes sparkling with the recollection of past battles. She then playfully nudged the conversation towards a lighter note, "But I'm sure you're well aware of him. With his distinguished looks, he must be a celebrity not just in our country but globally."
Shikuro absorbed her words, his expression one of surprise and newfound respect. The revelation that Shikihime was not just a ceremonial figure, but someone who had actively served and led in the military, reshaped his understanding of her. It was evident that her life and experiences were layered and complex, encompassing duties and achievements that extended far beyond the confines of royalty.
The conversation in the carriage took a more introspective turn as Shikuro expressed his surprise at Shikihime's military background. His question lingered in the air, a mix of curiosity and disbelief, "You weren't just a figurehead? You actually have real combat experience?" The surprise in his voice was evident, reflecting a common misconception about royal figures being mere ceremonial entities.
Shikihime, with a light chuckle, glanced out of the carriage window, seemingly lost in thoughts. Her gaze drifted across the passing scenery, a contemplative look on her face as she pondered how much to reveal. The conversation had ventured into a territory that was deeply personal and complex.
"Yes, I was more than just a ceremonial figure," Shikihime finally responded, her tone a mixture of pride and nostalgia. "I was a colonel in the naval fleet, commanding my own ship and crew." There was a hint of reflection in her voice, hinting at memories of battles and responsibilities that shaped her into who she was.
Shikuro, still digesting the information, followed up with another question, pointing out the timeline of their marriage discussions. "But weren't talks about our marriage going on for three years?" His question hinted at his struggle to reconcile the image of Shikihime the royal and Shikihime the military leader.
Shikihime's response was thoughtful, yet evasive. She acknowledged her younger self's rank as a colonel but didn't delve deeper into the specifics of her service. She alluded to a more complex story, one where her sister, older by three years, had risen to the rank of admiral, serving in the highly esteemed and secretive abyss fleet, known for their sea-to-ground operations. This elite unit was renowned for its rigorous operations, requiring members to have extensive knowledge in both naval and ground combat.
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Shikihime's reluctance to speak further on the subject was palpable. "I'll tell you about it one day, maybe, but not today," she said softly, turning her gaze back to Shikuro. Her eyes held a depth of experience and a hint of unspoken stories, suggesting layers to her past that were yet to be uncovered.
Shikuro's inspection of the food stocks revealed a grim reality: the threat of starvation loomed over the island if the harsh winter froze the docks. Despite the dire situation, Shikihime maintained her composure, a charming smile never leaving her face. She remained attentive throughout, occasionally offering support by gently holding Shikuro's arm, her presence a subtle but comforting assurance.
Shikuro had anticipated some teasing or playful remarks from Shikihime, perhaps even a lighthearted jest to ease the tension of their dire situation. However, she conducted herself with the grace and decorum befitting her royal status, surprising Shikuro with her poise and restraint. Her demeanor during the inspection was a stark contrast to the spirited and often mischievous personality she usually displayed.
Throughout the inspection, Shikuro found himself unexpectedly breaking the formal decorum from time to time, a stark contrast to Shikihime's unwavering elegance. He couldn't help but feel a mix of admiration and curiosity about this new, more subdued side of Shikihime. Her ability to adapt to the seriousness of their task, while still providing a sense of warmth and support, left a lasting impression on him.
The moment they concluded the inspection, Shikuro glanced at his timepiece, noting that they had less than half an hour before the high admiral's scheduled arrival. He turned to Shikihime, expecting to discuss their next move, only to find her not by his side. To his surprise, she was already several steps ahead, energetically mounting a horse prepared by Yoru.
With a flourish and a mischievous grin, Shikihime called out to Shikuro, declaring her intention to change into more suitable attire for the admiral's visit. "I'll be there 20 minutes before it starts. See you there!" she exclaimed, her voice carrying a tone of playful defiance. Without waiting for a response, she spurred the horse into a full gallop, leaving a trail of astonishment in her wake.
Shikuro, Ingrid, Bjorn, and the rest of the entourage were momentarily speechless, taken aback by Shikihime's sudden and bold departure. The duchy guards, who were responsible for her safety, were thrown into a state of panic, hastily attempting to chase after her as she disappeared into the distance.
Shikuro couldn't help but sigh at the unexpected turn of events. Shikihime's spirited and impulsive nature was both a source of amusement and concern for him. He admired her independence and strength, but her spontaneous actions often left him in a position of uncertainty and worry. As he watched her figure fade away, he couldn't help but wonder what the meeting with the high admiral would bring, especially with Shikihime's unpredictable presence.
As Shikuro stood at the docks, his eyes fixed on the horizon awaiting the high admiral's arrival, the sound of approaching horses broke his concentration. He tensed, along with the surrounding soldiers, unsure of what to expect. But it was Shikihime and her envoy who emerged, easing the tension instantly.
Shikihime gracefully dismounted, handing her horse over to Yoru. Shikuro couldn't help but scrutinize her attire. She was clad in a striking black uniform reminiscent of those worn at Dynasty diplomatic events. The uniform was elegant and authoritative, featuring a long coat that flowed down to her feet and high black boots reaching her knees. Contrasting red ties complemented the ensemble, while the coat was adorned with significant symbols: a red sun, two purple crossed swords, and two golden crossed swords.
Shikuro recalled the meanings of these symbols. The red sun indicated noble rank and a claim to the throne, the purple swords signified royalty without a direct claim, and the golden swords denoted a high-ranking position within her group. The fact that there were two golden swords indicated she was a commander, answering only to the highest authority. The coat's inner lining was dark purple, a color reserved exclusively for royals, enhancing her distinguished appearance.
The robe Shikihime wore beneath her coat was a masterpiece of craftsmanship, combining elegance with military formality. Made from the finest silk, it cascaded gracefully around her, flowing like liquid shadow with every movement. The main body of the robe was a deep, rich black, but it was the intricate details that truly captivated the eye.
Embroidered along the hem and cuffs were intricate patterns in red and purple, the colors of her royal lineage and military prowess. These vibrant hues stood out vividly against the dark fabric, creating a striking contrast. The embroidery itself depicted various scenes of legendary battles and mythical creatures from Dynasty folklore, each stitch meticulously placed to tell a story of valor and honor.
The upper part of the robe was adorned with delicate, hand-stitched golden thread, forming the emblem of her house - a symbol recognized and revered throughout the Dynasty. This emblem was not just a mark of her royal status but also a testament to her family's long-standing heritage and achievements in both governance and warfare.
The robe was cinched at the waist with a wide sash, the color of twilight, blending reds and purples into a harmonious whole. This sash not only accentuated her slender figure but also added a touch of femininity to the otherwise martial attire.
To complete the ensemble, her hair was styled in an elegant up do, adorned with small, golden pins that glinted in the sunlight. Her makeup was flawlessly applied, highlighting her natural beauty while maintaining a dignified, composed appearance befitting her status.
He was momentarily caught off guard by her transformation. Shikihime, who had always carried herself with a blend of playfulness and defiance, now stood before him embodying the very essence of her royal lineage. Her presence commanded respect and admiration, and Shikuro couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and awe. As they prepared to greet the high admiral, he knew that her appearance and demeanor would make a profound impact on the forthcoming diplomatic interactions.
As Shikuro stood there, momentarily lost for words at the sight of Shikihime, she, on the other hand, was anything but speechless. With a confident stride, she approached him and inquired with a hint of playfulness in her voice, "It seems I've managed to arrive just in time. How do I look?"
Shikuro's gaze lingered on her, taking in her appearance. Yet, instead of offering the praise she perhaps expected, he couldn't help but express his concerns. "You left without a proper guard, you look absolutely stunning, and now here I am, made to look like a complete clown. Are you pleased with yourself now?" There was a mix of admiration and frustration in his voice.
Shikihime's lips curved into a knowing smile, her eyes twinkling with feigned innocence. "Oh, Shikuro, you look just fine. I'm sure the admiral will understand. I'll explain everything," she assured him, her voice soothing yet laced with a hint of mischief.
At this, Shikuro's expression turned into a frown, his tone laced with a mix of concern and exasperation. "It might be best if you kept your explanations brief. You have a way of being... unpredictable, and I'd rather not find myself in an uncomfortable situation because of one of your spontaneous acts of rebellion."
Amidst their light-hearted banter, Shikuro and Shikihime's conversation tapered off as they caught sight of a colossal ship gracefully approaching the docks. An imposing silence fell over them, their eyes fixed on the majestic vessel. The flagship of the Kurayami Dynasty was a sight to behold—recognized as the largest, fastest, and most formidable warship known to their world. Shikuro, always in awe of such might, couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy. Despite his own realm boasting a robust and historically proven naval fleet, he knew they paled in comparison to the seafaring prowess of the Kurayami.
His thoughts on their naval capabilities were interrupted as the docking process concluded and High Admiral Ryo began to disembark. Shikuro, gathering his composure, reached to take Shikihime's hand, intending to formally greet the Admiral together. But to his dismay and growing frustration, he found himself alone once more. Shikihime, with swift strides that bordered on a run, had already made her way towards the Admiral.
Cursing her impulsiveness under his breath, Shikuro hastened his steps to catch up. However, before he could reach them, Shikihime threw her arms around the High Admiral in a warm, unexpected embrace. Shikuro halted in his tracks, a mix of shock and confusion painting his face.
The onlookers shared his bewilderment. High Admiral Ryo, recovering from the surprise, returned her embrace and kissed Shikihime on both cheeks, uttering warmly, "It's good to see you again."
Shikihime's reply rang clear in the crisp air, "I am happy to welcome you here, brother. Welcome to Iskald Rike, and the Frostgard City, capital city of duchy."
The word 'brother' echoed through the crowd, leaving Ingrid, Bjorn, and particularly Shikuro frozen in place. The revelation hung heavily in the air, laden with questions and unspoken implications. Shikuro's mind raced, his earlier irritation overshadowed by this startling new development.
Interlude: Astrid Involvement
The pub was a familiar sanctuary for Astrid and her fellow soldiers. They sat together, a tight-knit group in the crowded room, their laughter rising above the din. Mugs of frothy beer clinked in a toast to their day off, a rare luxury in their demanding lives as soldiers. The warm glow of the lanterns and the hum of jovial conversations created an atmosphere of camaraderie and relaxation.
One of the soldiers, a young man with a keen glint in his eye, nudged Astrid playfully. "Captain, you've been awfully quiet about all the recent happenings. Don't you think you should be more involved?" he probed, his tone light but his gaze serious.
Astrid took a thoughtful sip of her beer before responding. "It's not about wanting to stay out of it," she began, her voice steady and calm. "But consider this: if we all get involved, start suspecting each other, and wait for a dagger in our backs, that's the beginning of the end for us."
She set her mug down, her gaze sweeping over her companions. "I have nothing to hide, so I'm not worried. I'm a soldier. My duty is to follow orders. If Shikuro orders me to investigate, I will do so without hesitation."
The young soldier shook his head, his expression a mix of frustration and concern. "But, Captain, don't you see? In these times of uncertainty, apathy can be dangerous. You should be more vigilant. Someone might try to pin the blame on you."
Astrid's response was unwavering, her tone firm yet devoid of any arrogance. "My resolve is like steel. I trust Shikuro. He's a fair leader and a just man. He would never punish the innocent."
As the evening wore on, the conversation shifted to lighter topics, but the young soldier's words lingered in Astrid's mind. In her heart, she knew her loyalty was unwavering, her dedication to her duty absolute. But the seed of doubt planted by her subordinate's words sprouted a tiny root of concern. Could her trust in Shikuro and her straightforward approach to her role as a soldier blind her to the complexities of court intrigue and the dangerous undercurrents swirling around them?
Astrid was no stranger to the battlefield, to the clarity of combat where friend and foe were easily distinguished. But navigating the murky waters of suspicion and betrayal was a different kind of warfare. It required a vigilance of the mind, not just the body.
As she left the pub that night, the cool air sobering her slightly, Astrid made a silent vow. She would remain true to her principles, steadfast in her loyalty. But she would also heed her soldier's advice and be more vigilant, more observant. For in these times, even the most loyal soldier could find themselves caught in a web of deceit and manipulation. Astrid was prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead, armed with her unwavering resolve and a newfound wariness of the shadows that lurked within their ranks.