“There’s that handsome lad,” Aunt Ingrid’s voice croaked over the warm morning in the Southern Isles.
Alec knew the last time he was here was at his mother’s funeral. He didn’t even remember most of that day, who gave him comfort, or how long it had lasted. There was a feeling of numbness at that time, as if he knew deep down this death was the beginning of all undoing. Now, there was a radiance of warmth from the sun.
He had perked up at his Aunt’s words, expecting a warm smile from his Aunt and a fragile embrace. Yet, when he glanced up he noticed Ingrid’s attention firmly on Kaid.
Kaid embraced her gently, his one hand keeping her steady, “It is good to see you. You look positively divine as if you haven’t aged a day.”
“Oh hush, these bones wither and decay every minute,” she laughed, her cane securing her steadily, “Please do not trouble yourself with the luggage, that is what the servants are for.”
“Nonsense, I do not mind,” Kaid grinned, moving back to secure both his and Jessamine’s luggage with his hand, wrapping one bag under his handicapped arm, “Have the rooms already been assigned?”
“Yes, yours is to the left of mine, Jessamine’s following after. Are you sure you don’t want just one room?”
Kaid immediately cleared his throat at that, given the audience around. He could feel Alec’s burning gaze on him, and also the teasing gleams from Christine and Kassandra. Every single day, they pestered him whether they were back together or not. Christine swore she saw a secret kiss between them but Kaid insisted still they were just friends.
“No, not unless you wish me to sleep on the floor,” Kaid teased, moving past with the luggage.
With him out of the way, Ingrid’s eyes fell on her nephew.
“You look just like your father, Alexander,” Ingrid hummed. Alec could not sense any emotion in her voice, unable to decipher if her words were a compliment or a grievance.
“Kaid is right,” Alec swallowed down the hate in his own words, “You haven’t aged a day.”
They embraced, not as warmly as his sister had, or Kaid for that matter. Alec knew that coming here would bring contention. Jessamine had warned him that Ingrid was the most outspoken about Alec’s act in leaving Vitross, calling it a cowardly act. A cowardly act that resulted in torment for his own sister. However, it wasn’t unlike Alec to not really care for his sister.
Not until now.
But it was not Ingrid that worried Alec the most. The moment Jessamine had explained Persephone would be arriving at the party, Alec knew he had to brace himself. After all, Persephone had been ardently in love with him, infatuated to the point she felt she couldn’t live without his love. Alec had only felt truly free from her cage when Jessamine had broken her mind. Now, it was somehow repaired.
With Persephone’s father, Duke Grotto, finally having a son with his wife Arryn, Persephone was now without stature in terms of presiding over the Southern Isles. That meant a woman in her state would be looking for any act to keep her stature.
Everyone settled after a nice serving of brunch. The Sand Castle was already decorated for a glamorous party, black and velvet colors of Vitross decorations and tablecloths clashing with the white of the sandstone. Empress Jessamine was in a good mood, optimistic perhaps. Cadize was the only one not at brunch, which worried Kaid that the man would not eat all day.
A large party for Arillian intellects…but only one was of peculiar interest. Lord Bryon had responded he would be attending the party, which made it all the more strenuous. Parties alone were tiring and exhaustive, at least for Kaid who was mostly monitoring people and their intentions. It didn’t help half the time, most people wanted to converse with him. He knew it would be even worse now, after the Time Paradox. He almost wished it would have an adverse effect that people would avoid him, giving him time to his own thoughts.
The announcement of an early guest after brunch made it clear to Kaid that Persephone had arrived. She was only a good sail away, and most guests spending the evening in this small palace were told to arrive as early as possible. Jessamine stayed with Ingrid to talk in private, probably to fill her Aunt in with the details of the Time Paradox, Uhkhtar, and the speculative future.
So, Kaid went with his friends to go greet her. Christine and Kassandra lingered in the back, not knowing Alec followed in earshot. He supposed he should get this greeting over with before it all became trouble. He had to make his feelings clear to Persephone that truly there was no interest at all. Otherwise, she’d be deluded in fantasy the entire evening.
“Did you see the way Jessamine looked at Kaid this morning after training?” Christine whispered to her fiance.
“Of course, it was quite obvious. She really should just grab him when he’s all hot and sweaty like that and kiss him,” Kassandra laughed, “She’s making me lose my mind, holding herself back. They clearly want to be happy together.”
“Do you think it’s about the whole hand situation? Maybe he doesn’t feel like anyone would love him?”
“It’s possible, but I think it’s very clear Jessamine still feels the same way, does she not? And so does he. Trust me, tomorrow after this party when we are all at the beachside enjoying the ocean waves and warm weather, Kaid’s eyes will be all over her,” Kassandra nudged, “Especially with that swim outfit you designed for her.”
“Yes I suppose it could be seen as quite scandalous,” Christine laughed, “I can’t wait to see how wide Kaid’s eyes get.”
Love certainly was blooming in Vitross, was it not?
Alec was about to interject with venom that those two needed to stop gossipping and causing trouble. There was nothing going on between his sister and her Guardian. His sister promised him that and while Kaid had feelings, at least he had slight honor to not break the rules.
Yet, his emotions were clearly halted at the sight of Persephone. The raven haired woman was being helped off her ship by a tanned, muscular framed man with bronze skin and tribal tattoos across his arms. The body language was quite clear that the moment between the two was quite affectionate.
“Kaid!” Persephone shouted with an excited laugh as she picked up her pace, embracing him gently, “Oh it’s been so long!”
Alec stood aside begrudgingly. Kaid certainly always had some woman embracing him, whether it was his friend Mara, or Christine and Kassandra. Now Persephone too? Alec didn’t understand why, it’s not like he found Kaid to be handsome in the slightest. Perhaps it was because Alec was overly kind and affectionate with the opposite sex when he was only attracted to them.
Not because of human decency, which Kaid prided himself in.
“How are you? I have not seen you since I was last here. But your letters suggested you were well,” Kaid smiled.
“I am very well. And I was so happy to receive your letters. Jessamine kept me updated, of course, but I knew things were going well the day I received your own. Is Mara here?” Persephone asked, wishing to maybe talk. After all, under Mara’s command, Persephone’s mind had been healed. While the two women didn’t know each other, and the circumstance only happened because of blackmail, Persephone still felt the need to thank her.
“No. I think she’s had so much adventure these past few years she felt the need to avoid any parties and enjoy quiet in Vitross. But surely when Vitross Academy opens, please come. Mara is already excited about her curriculum,” Kaid insisted.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Persephone gleamed, “and how is Jessamine?”
“Well, quite well. She’s inside with Ingrid. I’m sure she will be more than delighted to see you.”
“And are you two…? I’ve asked in my letters but Jessamine adamantly avoids the subject,” Persephone hinted.
“No. Just friends,” Kaid answered, again, for what felt like the millionth time this month alone.
“Mhm, okay,” Persephone smirked, moving to greet Christine and Kassandra with warm hugs as well. Her gaze fell on Alec, but ignored it for now. Jessamine had warned him of his return, but the feelings for her best friend’s brother had completely subsided. All due to a certain someone.
When Kaid noticed the gentleman, he was quick to extend his hand for a handshake.
“Oh, sorry!” Persephone laughed, moving back towards him, “Everyone, this is Ryu Malenko.”
“A pleasure, Ryu,” Kaid tightly squeezed his hand.
“Kaid, I’ve heard so much about you. Good things, of course,” Ryu replied, “It is nice to finally meet you all.”
“How did you two meet?” Christine questioned, clearly seeing they were quite the couple.
“Well, with all the…” she paused for a moment, “flooding…the Southern Isles were spread thin a bit on diplomacy. My father handled the Northern Islands and I handled the South. I was delivering supplies to Ryu’s fishing village.”
“By flooding, you mean the Time Paradox?” Alec questioned. The mood had completely shifted by those words, the warm and energetic radiance disappearing. Persephone seemed quite pestered that was Alec’s first words, given he could have at least been cordial. Not a good afternoon or any normal greeting. Straight into antagonistic comments, which seemed more his style.
Ryu offered Kaid an awkward glance, not accusing him the slightest. But Ryu was quite curious why this blonde idiot had completely ruined this introduction.
“I’m sorry, and you must be…” Ryu stepped forward slightly, extending his hand out.
“Alexander Kruzika,” Alec hesitantly shook his hand.
“Oh, can’t say I’m quite familiar with your name,” Ryu exclaimed. Christine snorted softly at that, wondering if it was a jest. After all, Persephone’s growth and development had revolved around Alec’s demands. Yet, Ryu seemed quite confused.
“He is Empress Jessamine’s brother,” Kaid clarified, seeing Ryu understand. Kaid also knew Alec wouldn’t take too kindly to being introduced as the Empress’s brother. But to be fair, that was the most positive thing regarding his reputation. Alec should embrace that, instead of rolling his eyes.
“Oh! Did you know Persephone well growing up, then?” Ryu asked, again rather oblivious to the story. Persephone probably didn’t share all the details and that was fine. If Ryu didn’t know now, he’d probably find out later, given Alec looked red with absolute embarrassment.
“A bit,” he replied, “Let me guess, you two met and she grew heavily obsessed over you?”
Persephone clenched her jaw, but Ryu soon laughed.
“No, not at all! In fact I don’t think she liked me at all. It was I that immediately fell in love with her. She was very kind and polite, especially given the difference in cultures. It took a lot of complimenting on her sailing before she finally gave me a chance,” Ryu blushed.
“I did like you, I was just a bit wary, that’s all,” Persephone insisted. Wary for good reason, given most men in her life had always possessed dangerous intentions.
“Well you two are a lovely couple,” Kassandra smiled.
“Yes, and we can’t wait for your wedding either. I’m so happy to be your bridesmaid,” Persephone laughed, “Come, let’s head up. The sun is getting way too hot without any shade.”
Kaid and Ryu stayed to help the luggage, unlike Alec who had already disappeared. He clearly wasn’t happy, and honestly Kaid didn’t care. Kaid didn’t even know why he was attending this party. He didn’t have to come, and honestly he’d probably be happier pretending to sit on the Vitross throne without anyone around to berate him. Other than Mara, of course, who stayed behind as well.
“I’m sorry about the Time Paradox being brought up,” Ryu stated as they carried the luggage up the long steps.
“I’m used to it,” Kaid admitted, “It was my doing.”
“Persephone told me it was done out of love. In the beginning, I thought that excuse to be a bit inept. But…the more I love Persephone, the more I understand. And now that I have met you, it’s clear it was not malicious in the slightest,” Ryu stated, “If anything, I feel quite honored to meet a hero like yourself.”
“I’m no hero,” Kaid laughed softly at that, “but you are right about love. So, do keep Persephone happy, will you?”
“Of course. I would never think of anything else. Especially knowing the friends at her side, more than willing to cause vengeance if I were to break her heart,” Ryu laughed, “Kassandra especially, she looks like she’d tear me a new one.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about Kassandra,” Kaid smirked slightly.
“Right, I suppose I would not want that woman on my bad side…”
“Nothing would be quite as terrifying as Empress Jessamine Kruzika trying to cure a broken heart,” the Lord Protector hummed.
Nothing indeed…
-
Kaid adjusted the emerald sash across his shoulder, clashing beautifully against his cream colored kaftan as he awaited Jessamine. Yet hearing soft heels against the limestone floors was enough for him to sense her presence. She looked beautiful of course, when did she not?
“Don’t tell me you matched just for me,” she gasped softly, approaching to help adjust the sash as well.
“I saw that green dress in your luggage and knew I should,” Kaid hummed, letting his hand immediately rest on her hip, feeling a slit with her hot pale skin showing. He absolutely loved the design, exposing that amount of skin just around her upper hips. His hand moved to even expose a bit more of her skin around the hip, letting the dress rest comfortably instead of scrunched in that area.
“You know, most men would protectively cover up such a spot at the sight of exposed skin,” Jessamine whispered. Of course it was a bit revealing and she almost wondered if she’d feel Kaid’s jealous side tonight. Clearly not, if he wasn’t bothered.
Kaid was not that jealous, knowing he could not control another man’s stares or fantasies. It mattered not to him when he’d be secretly curled up against her at night anyway.
“Why wear a beautiful dress if you will not embrace it entirely?” Kaid questioned, gently caressing her hip with his hand, “Besides, I think my hand fits perfectly there.”
“Indeed it does,” Jessamine blushed, taking a deep breath before grabbing his other arm to place on the opposite side, “Don’t forget the other hand too.”
“Nervous?” Kaid asked.
“Cadize was a mess earlier. I just hope all goes well tonight,” she exhaled, moving both her hands to his shoulders to caress the curls of his hair, “Besides, you know me, I’m not the greatest fan of parties. However, this was my idea.”
“Well, I promise to not leave your side all night, if you wish,” Kaid whispered, pulling her closer.
“Even until morning?” she questioned, remembering that party on her birthday. Oh how she wished that promise had been fulfilled then. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t uphold such a promise tonight.
“Until eternity,” he replied, leaning to place a soft gentle kiss on her cheek, closest to her jaw knowing that was where less makeup resided. He didn’t want to make a mess of her hard work.
“You should probably stay around Cadize, just in case things go poorly,” Jessamine hummed in delight at his kiss, “but, besides that then yes, be at my side. If this crowd did like dancing and music, which sadly they do not, then I would also request a dance. But we will have to save that for the wedding.”
Indeed. He definitely looked forward to that dance, for Christine and Kassandra’s wedding of course. Surely not their own. Not any time soon, given the dramatics that could possibly proceed here tonight.
When Kaid and Jessamine walked out to make their entrance, arms interlocked, Kaid noticed a familiar face. One he didn’t expect. Sabine stood to the side, wearing the same outfit she had worn at the Uhkhtarian party she had hosted with Shailud. Jessamine made an inquisitive hum at the sight, seeing Kaid’s confusion.
“I invited her…didn’t think she’d actually come,” Jessamine whispered quietly, “but this works in our favor.”
“Why?” Kaid inquired.
“Because Bryon works with a lot of patents for the mines. If graphite is what Lungor wants most, who knows graphite better than Sabine?” Jessamine explained.
“You know something I don't, don’t you?” Kaid asked with a slight smirk. He didn’t mind. Jessamine didn’t want to disclose it, maybe getting too far ahead of herself. After all, she believed Sabine wouldn’t even attend.
“Mhm,” she hummed, “but telling you might make the conversation feel forced. Let Cadize handle the introductions, but do try and keep Sabine close to Bryon, will you?”
“Yes, Empress,” Kaid agreed.
Jessamine dominated the conversations of welcoming everyone, which Kaid was thankful for. These kind of Arillian aristocrats were not Kaid’s usual company, but Jessamine knew fairly well how to treat them. A lot of conversations were just braggings of the latest expensive material items like perfume or jewelry, something Kaid couldn’t relate to at all. He cared not for such things.
The best things in his life had not been materialistic by any means. They were all just wonderful people. However, if he could choose one material item to remain in his life, it would have been that watch Jessamine gifted him.
The evening progressed with hors d’oeuvres and drinks of anyone's choice. Kaid had grabbed two espresso martinis before walking over to Sabine, who had just been briefly chatting with Kassandra probably about diplomatic measures.
“Kaid,” Sabine greeted him, forcing herself to not smile too much in his presence, “You seemed surprised to see me here. Did Jessamine not share the details of attendees?”
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“She did not, but perhaps the fault lay with me in not asking,” Kaid laughed softly, handing her the drink, “Thought you might like this.”
“Thank you,” she nodded.
“How are things?” Kaid asked with genuine curiosity.
“Good…very good actually. Had anyone told me three months ago of what would occur, I wouldn’t have believed them. I never thought I had the capability to lead my people from such a prominent role. I always wanted to make a difference, I just didn’t know how. Then, you came in, fucked everything up, in the best way possible of course.”
“That sounds like me, against my intentions,” he smiled faintly, “I’m glad all is well, that Uhkhtar is thriving and that you are confident. Nobody else could lead them to a better place than you, of that I am sure.”
“Thank you,” she acknowledged, “Vrah certainly did not feel confident in my appointment as Uhkhtar’s new ruler. I could not give him what he asked for, despite Jessamine’s plea.”
“What did he want?”
“Graphite, of course. Especially now given the contention between your two Empires, how could he not? He is worried there will be war, one he is not prepared for logistically,” Sabine answered, “He wanted plenty of access to our mines. I declined. If he wants our graphite, the mines will be operated by my people, and sold on their terms. Vrah understood that, despite his disappointment. He will wait for my terms, impatiently.”
“Good. Make him wait,” Kaid insisted, taking a sip of his drink. He still wasn’t used to alcohol but at least this was enough to keep him satisfied tonight.
“I also wanted to tell you, personally, I did everything I could to find that watch you spoke of. We retraced your steps as best we could, even found the cave where it all happened. I couldn’t find it, I’m sorry,” Sabine’s voice was soft and apologetic.
Kaid knew that there was no hope in seeing that watch again. Somebody probably snatched it up and sold it, or wore it proudly on their own wrist to show off that golden gleam.
“It’s alright. Thank you for trying,” Kaid smiled weakly.
Sabine could tell how much that answer hurt him, despite his words and fake smile.
“Does it still hurt?” she glanced at his left arm.
“No, just phantom pain mostly. I often forget about it, sometimes. I still try catching things with two hands rather than one. I even still dream about having two hands. It is taking time to adjust. But, everyone is willing to accommodate, which I am thankful for.”
“Good,” she took a moment to pause, “You would be accommodating for anyone else, it is only fair such respect is returned to you.”
A gentleman seemed to approach Kaid’s way, wearing a luxurious black velvet suit which seemed too hot for the climate here. The older man didn’t seem to mind. Cufflinks and other various accessories to his suit were made from pure gold, his hair gelled back and slicked to perfection.
Lord Bryon, one of the richest investors and patent leaders in Arilla, backed by Lungorian silver coin, had arrived.
“So, where is he?” Bryon asked upon his approach.
“Who?” Sabine questioned, “I’m sorry, who are you?”
“Don’t play coy with me,” Bryon grunted, surprising the woman with his audacity and rudeness.
Kaid immediately cleared his throat protectively, before Cadize arrived, “I’m right here, Bryon…”
Cadize was dressed nicely in only a dress shirt and slacks, never really the glamorous type, only practical. His glasses were so clear it looked like the glass wasn’t even real. Everything about Cadize tonight looked up to perfection, to the best standards anyone under the Empress should appear. Kaid noticed Bryon’s expression soften at seeing his old flame, and mostly probably because of how decent he looked.
Bryon had arrived with agitation, which seemed to slowly diminish in this small moment.
“Lord Bryon, allow me to introduce my friends. This is Lord Protector Kaid Al-Yami, alongside the Shurta of Uhkhtar: Sabine. I assume by now you’ve seen both names strewn across headlines or patent paperwork,” Cadize continued, his voice remaining professional despite Kaid able to easily sense the pain.
Cadize knew it had been his fault, he had been too focused on his work to properly maintain and caress his relationship. But, it looked like Bryon had changed as well. Cadize was honestly surprised to see him wearing the most superfluous accessories, or the scent of his overly expensive cologne. While ambition altered relationships, so too did greed.
“Cadize, it’s good to see you. You look well,” Bryon surprisingly said before glancing over at Kaid, “Apologies for my rudeness. You see, I knew this party was all a ruse.”
“Yet, you came regardless,” Kaid pointed out, taking a sip of his martini. He felt Jessamine’s soft eyes on him, seeing her in the back watching them over her own shoulder. She gave an encouraging smile before returning to her conversations.
Sabine stood slightly awkwardly, wondering if she should leave given the tension.
Bryon looked at Kaid, before glancing down at his non-existent hand, “So, the rumors are true. You know, I know a few medical engineers working on prosthetics for amputees. Would you be interested in some early designs? Surely the Empress will not mind any cost, given the one you paid to protect her.”
Kaid grew irksome at that. He had heard of prosthetics before, and knew them to be well designed. Jessamine told stories of pirates in the days of Vitross history that often wore them for their legs, just so they could continue sailing. While Kaid knew the invention was a great one at that, he knew it was also given to those who could afford it.
It was one thing to want prosthetics, which Kaid did not. His hand, or lack thereof, served as a reminder. The way Bryon brought it up made him feel less adequate because of it.
“No, no thank you,” Kaid answered curtly.
“Surely with war in loom, the Guardian of the Empress should feel well equipped to-”
“Kaid Al-Yami doesn’t need fancy gadgets to fight. He took down one of the best fighters in all Uhkhtar mere hours after losing his hand,” Sabine stepped in, her own voice laced with slight protectiveness, “not to mention killing Pestilence in the same fight that his hand was cut.”
“Doesn’t need fancy gadgets…yes,” Bryon hummed, not liking Sabine’s use of language, “I guess one doesn’t need them if you can just control time. You can just keep fighting and fighting nonstop, especially with Cadize’s Elixir. Just like Caladin, right? There was evidence of his elixir used.”
“I’m still standing right here,” Cadize crossed his arms.
“I stole the Elixir. Cadize was not complicit with my actions that day,” Kaid insisted.
“Don’t let Bryon’s false kindness get to you, Kaid. It seems he is rather upset about the loss of profit for Caladin…” Cadize begrudged.
Sabine paused, “I’m sorry, how does a prison make profit?”
How indeed? That question alone made Kaid’s blood boil. It was one thing to throw people there with Oblivion as a means of control, it was another to use it for cruel experiments. It was even worse when profit was made from it as well.
“Do tell,” Kaid grunted, staring Bryon down.
Kaid now knew why Cadize was upset. He had done his research on Bryon’s extensive work for the banks and the economic policies in place. Clearly, Bryon had certainly let greed consume him. Cadize was upset because Bryon had changed so drastically, and maybe he wouldn’t have…if Cadize had made the right choice.
But it didn’t feel so wrong of a choice now.
“Caladin is a rather classified project. Anyone who was sent to work there needed to be trusted. Lungor paid us to supply the right kind of people: guards, scientists, portalists…whatever they liked. So, when you went in there and slaughtered the lot of them, our investment prospects diminished,” Bryon explained, “But don’t worry, it won’t take long to subsidize such losses.”
Kaid felt his fingers grip tightly to the stem of the martini glass. He felt it break in his fist, luckily not spilling the drink or having the glass cut into his hand. The Guardian finished his drink quickly before discarding it on the nearby table, Sabine the only one noticing he had even broken the glass.
“I remember the days you wanted to get in the business of helping people, Bryon,” Cadize sighed with melancholy.
“In order to help people, you need money. In order to get money, you need to conduct business, and proper business at that. You need profit,” Bryon scoffed, “I may have sold myself to the bank. You, however, decided to align yourself with an Empress who was going to ruin this Continent.”
“Key word: was,” Cadize clenched his jaw, “It’s okay to admit that you were wrong.”
“Your banks would have no further interest in Lungorian silver, though. You already get so much a season from their taxes and investments alone. In fact, they even pay you to reject investments from other Empires, like Skale or Vitross. It’s the reason why the Kruzika and Monnier families use funds from their own family accounts.” Sabine spoke, clearly now realizing why she was here too, “So, what does Lungor pay you with?”
Bryon looked at her with curiosity, perhaps wondering what a desert woman would know about such economic matters, “You’re a clever girl. Graphite, pure graphite.”
What would a bank want graphite for? Kaid wondered.
Bryon noticed the speculative looks, “Arilla gets cold in the winter. Graphite helps tremendously in heating our Empire to prevent our citizens from freezing to death. Coal does more damage to the lungs and environment.”
“But if war was to break out, you’d have a stockpile of graphite to sell to the highest bidder,” Kaid finally realized the crux of it all, the greediness that overcame all thoughts of compassion or desire for peace. Even Arillian banks wanted war. They wouldn’t have to send their people to war, that they knew of, and could make profit from all sides.
“I can see why the Empress took a liking to you, Kaid. You’ve much more wise than you look,” Bryon hummed.
“Your graphite will run out, just like your facade,” Sabine scowled slightly.
“What do you mean by that, darling? There are plenty of Lungor mines.”
“But those aren’t derived from pure, uncorrupted ore. More than likely it is only a fraction of graphite mixed with coal. Sure, the graphite will help in keeping your homes warm for the winter mixed with coal. But I wouldn’t call it pure,” Sabine answered, “Only those are found in Northern Uhkhtar.”
Bryon’s expression faltered. Kaid and Cadize looked at each other, finally realizing they might not need to sabotage anything. Nothing was more freeing than the truth. Arilla thought it was getting expensive, pure graphite as per their contract. If Lungor was indeed supplying them with almost a counterfeit ore, that was a breach in contract. And if that contract was broken, the Lungorian Royal Funds were put to a halt.
“And…how would one be able to tell the difference?” Kaid asked, having to withhold his smirk.
“Well, our graphite ores would be more dense, heavier. And when you burn them, there wouldn’t be any blue hues in the flames. If you burned a mix of coal and graphite, that blue hue would still be there because it’s not quite hot enough,” Sabine shrugged, “I’d be more than happy to demonstrate, if someone from the bank is willing to visit Uhkhtar.”
Kaid laughed softly, “Sabine, did you ever make a deal with Vrah about access to your mines?”
“We did not come to a conclusion that benefitted us both.”
At that Bryon’s face grew serious, much more serious. He knew they had been deceived by cheap Lungor tricks. Lungor had been greedy in deceiving them, and that was a serious breach in contract, a contract that already had enough loopholes to begin with.
“Oh cheer up, Bryon, There are plenty of drinks to go around. In fact, I think you should be thanking us for finding this little problem. I’d only feel bad for you if you had chosen allegiance to Lungor, you know…the wrong Empire,” Cadize smirked.
Cadize actually seemed to be enjoying himself, despite his worries.
Sometimes, unlike Kaid and Jessamine, when old lovers reunite all feelings go away at seeing how much they’ve changed. Cadize could tell Bryon had turned away from that young, spry finance man who wanted coin to help others, for economies to flourish. That man changed into a greedy fat bastard, one who was now having to deal with the fallout. Cadize had realized he had made the right choice, he had chosen to stick by the right people.
“Kaid,” Bryon cleared his throat, “Do you know of any Senders in the region? I have a few letters to send…urgently.”
“I do in fact,” Kaid perked up, “In fact, she’s speaking with Empress Jessamine right now, over there in the black dress.”
Oh, how like Jessamine to plant herself right next to the Sender, just another additional embarrassment to Bryon. Jessamine would make it look like she was just talking with her patrons tonight, but Kaid knew her real intentions. Bryon probably did too, at seeing Kaid’s response.
Bryon immediately dismissed himself, his fists clenched and shame of embarrassment filling him as he approached the Empress. Cadize immediately began laughing, which surprised Kaid a bit.
“Life certainly is bittersweet, isn’t it?” Cadize asked, reaching for a new glass of wine.
“Indeed,” Sabine hummed, “I see why I was invited here.”
Yet, she didn’t seem upset. Instead, she actually seemed more than happy to help.
“You know, I thought he’d brag all about it in my face. He’s the new Patent Examiner, makes a shit-ton of money more than I could dream of. On paper, his success is far greater than my own. But at the end of the day, I’m not some piss proper, greedy investor who’s now made the worst investment of his life,” Cadize explained, “I thought he’d want to rub his fancy life in my face, and I thought I’d feel inadequate. Turns out, I’m better off. I may have loved him, once, but sometimes people change so drastically you can’t love them anymore. There’s a line, and he crossed it.”
“Mm, how pissed do you think Lungor will be if this is true?” Kaid asked.
“Very. We’ve just reduced their income drastically. It will probably result in higher taxation, already high mind you…and their people will want answers. If this gets out, which it will, given the political climate. It is quite the scandal,” Cadize bemused, “Sabine, do not be surprised if Vrah comes knocking on your door, again.”
“I’ll be waiting,” she smiled, “I’m glad I came to this party…”
-
Bryon was quick to indulge in drink to drown his shock. Dinner went along quite well, despite slight mishaps from the kitchen. The first course was a spectacular arugula salad, followed by a wonderful spiced-grain gumbo. Jessamine was very quick to point out to the head chef that the soup had shellfish, something Kaid was allergic to. And by allergic, it never sat well with him. Ingrid swore she told the staff to avoid shellfish, but Kaid immediately stated it wasn’t a problem.
The chef was quick to have the other chefs make another bowl without shrimp so he could enjoy it.
Yet, ever since that entire meal, Kaid felt heavy. Not the heaviness of a delicious meal still residing in his gut. It was a heaviness in his body, and a rather feather-light sensation in his mind. He constantly found himself droning in and out of conversations. If anything, he swore he felt drunk, yet all he had to drink was that espresso martini.
Maybe it was just the heavy presence of greedy, corporate and capitalistic idiots around him that made him feel this way.
“Well, it is a mix of Skale culture, especially the village I am from, with Vitross customs as well!” Christine delighted in talking about their wedding coming up. Kaid stood with them, almost wanting to lean against a wall or sit down, amongst a few rich women all asking about the wedding in particular.
“Yes, the dresses and attire will all be that of saree or silk fabric. Flowers will be a mix of lavender and lilacs. Music will be a mixture of the Vitross piano and Skale string instruments. The ceremony itself will be held in the great hall…” Kassandra trailed off, droning on and on about the wedding.
Kaid was happy for them, but it was clear the women they spoke too were bored of a wedding that didn’t scream as lavish or over the top. Weddings were supposed to be intimate, not exactly a show.
“Hm, well I wish you all the happiness,” Tricia spoke, a woman with bleached hair, gold adorned nails, and an overall nasty heart. Kaid almost wanted to cover his ears every time she spoke.
Yet, she was the richest woman in all of the Continent.
Maybe minus Jessamine…given she was an Empress. The rulers of Empires don’t necessarily count when calculating wealth.
She was still rather intolerable, however.
“Thank you, Tricia,” Christine gleamed.
“You two will need all the wishes. You know what they say about those…relationships. They don’t really last as long as normal ones,” Tricia hummed.
Kaid blinked, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Oh, just that you don’t have the ability to reproduce children, which most studies show as very important in a relationship. That’s all,” Tricia explained, sipping her late evening wine.
Bitch.
“Oh! That’s quite alright. Kassandra and I both think that if we are ever ready, we can just adopt!” Christine laughed, clearly not understanding Tricia’s ignorant comment. Or, maybe she did. Christine would rather kill someone with kindness rather than make a scene, especially at a party like this.
A servant walked by with another full tray of wine glasses, Tricia snapping at Kaid.
“Be a doll and get me another glass will you?” she demanded.
Kaid almost wanted to roll his eyes but reached over with his right hand. Yet, in his slightly hazed state, he grabbed with his right and moved it over to his left. Yet, his brain hadn’t collected that he didn’t have a left hand anymore. His wrist collided with the glass, spilling all that red wine over Tricia’s spotless pink dress who stood beside him.
Kassandra snorted softly at that.
“Gods, I’m so sorry!” Kaid immediately apologized, sincerely too. He was quick to grab a cloth to begin dabbing, only realizing that wine was sinking deeper into the fabric.
“You fucking idiot! You know how much this dress cost!?” Tricia scowled.
“Hey, you can’t speak to him like that,” Christine tensed, growing defensive now. Her words immediately drew a slight crowd of onlookers, mostly Sabine, Persephone, and Ryu to observe.
“It’s alright, it was my mistake. I can pay for the expense,” Kaid insisted, very sorrily. He had no idea what got into him and why he had made that mistake. He just felt so exhausted.
When he began cleaning the mess on the floor, he could feel a lot of eyes from the party gathering his way, filling him with embarrassment. Fuck his stupid hand. Fuck the idea of a prothetic. Why didn’t he just prevent this from happening? Why didn’t he just return to Jessamine sooner, prevent this from occurring and still be in her life? That way, he’d still be useful.
Why didn’t he just kill Alec when he had the chance?
Someone should really put this disabled monkey back where he belongs: in a cage.
Kaid immediately heard a very loud slap, followed by complete silence from the rest of the party. All chatter had stopped from the assault. When Kaid glanced up from his position, kneeling on the floor, he saw Jessamine had made her way all the way across the room. Her pale hand was red inside the palm, equally as red as the wine on Tricia’s dress…and the red print on her face.
“Don’t ever disrespect my Guardian like that again. Do you understand me?!” Jessamine shouted, her hand shaking.
She so badly wanted to infiltrate this bitch’s mind, render it useless. She wanted to twist and kill the brains of anyone who thought such things of her lover. It didn’t matter how many, she’d chain them all at once and kill them all if she could. She wanted it more than anything, but she couldn’t. That was her weakness Lungor would exploit.
Lungor was weak because they didn’t care for their people and were greedy. Jessamine was weak because she cared, and most of all cared more than anything for a specific someone, someone Lungor would exploit to the fullest.
Instead, she had to let her physical nature speak over her Oblivion.
Yet the temptation to be that mind witch everyone was scared of was still lingering in the salty sea air.
“I…Empress, I meant no harm, surely,” Tricia rubbed her sore face, her own fingers trembling. She knew that Jessamine wasn’t talking about the words which she spoke, which were also disrespectful. The Empress had heard the sentence within her own biased subconscious.
“If you had the audacity to say that aloud, it would have been a knife, not a hand at your cheek,” Jessamine scowled, moving to lunge at her.
Kaid got up from the floor, grabbing Jessamine slightly at the hip to pull her back.
“Jess, it’s alright,” Kaid whispered.
“No, it’s not,” she retorted, but felt Kaid pulling her back away from the group. Kaid figured the best solution would be to remove her from the heat of the moment.
“I…think it’s best I leave for the evening,” Tricia laughed nervously, fiddling with her fingers before immediately leaving the room.
Jessamine looked like she was about to lunge at the woman again but Kaid held her back, feeling her own heart race and chest heave. Kaid immediately picked her up slightly with his one arm, forcing her to the outside balcony.
“Excuse us,” Kaid pardoned, moving past everyone.
Alec stood there, astounded at how Kaid put his hands on his sister.
Once outside, Kaid placed her down, looking at her with softness, “Jessamine, it’s okay.”
“It’s not. That was the tenth comment someone said about your fucking hand,” she seethed, still unable to diminish her adrenaline.
“Jess, nobody’s said anything,” Kaid insisted. At least, said things he’s heard.
“You know what I mean,” she looked up at him, before seeing that haze in his eyes. Her anger and frustration immediately withered. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah, I’m fine, my feelings aren’t hurt,” Kaid shrugged, used to such comments. He thought they would sting less over time but that was just lying to himself. Jessamine knew that too, hence why she acted the way he did.
“No, I…you don’t look so well,” Jessamine whispered, her fingers pushing a stray curl away from his eyes.
“I just feel really tired. My brain feels foggy, I don’t know,” Kaid sighed.
“You had a long day. You trained for practically three hours this morning, helped us travel and pack, stood in the sun for quite some time…” Jessamine whispered, moving close to cup his cheek.
“I should probably get some rest.”
“Want me to walk you back to the room?” Jess asked.
“No, the party is still lively and I don’t want it ruined by you being gone,” Kaid shook his head, “I will be alright. Thank you, love.”
“Well, I think I just ruined the rest of the party,” she hummed.
“You didn’t. Besides, I was surprised it took so long with the amount of alcohol and insane amounts of selfishness in the room that a fight didn’t break out sooner.”
“I wouldn’t call that a fight…”
“Me neither,” Kaid smiled softly, knowing if an actual fight broke out who would win, “thank you, for defending me.”
“Of course, it’s without a second thought. Although I should probably learn to control myself,” Jessamine nodded, leaning close to kiss his lips gently, “are you sure you don’t want me to help?”
“I think given what you just did, you’d put a very scandalous idea in everyone’s heads why you are tending to me in my bedroom…” Kaid smirked slightly, kissing her back, “I’ll be alright. Tell Ingrid that I will talk about all the books I’ve read with her tomorrow.”
“I will,” she blushed slightly, “Feel better, Kaid. Get some rest. I’d wish you a goodnight but I will once I’m beside you in a few hours.”
“Stay out of trouble, Empress,” Kaid teased, giving her one last kiss, “Goodnight, Jess.”
Kaid stepped out first from the balcony, feeling eyes on him. He approached Ingrid and thanked her for her hospitality, telling her he was feeling quite unwell and that was why he was excusing himself. Ingrid of course was understanding, giving him a warm hug before he traversed down the halls.
Alec watched Kaid leave, knowing this night of drama and violence was just starting. Soon. If Alec left now, someone might notice he was missing. But he was going to let the ailment on Kaid’s body take full effect, and to let everyone else retire in the evening. Even if most people in this room loved Kaid tonight, treated them like family or one of their own, Alec knew it was all a facade. Jessamine only did what she did out of respect for his position, given he represented her.
Once it was dark, entirely dark, Alec would make his move. Alec would provide Kaid the same emotions given to him, by the Time Paradox, by Kaid’s foolish actions.
Kaid would feel alone and powerless, of that Alec was certain.