Zakarus whispered greetings and practiced intonations lowly in the corner of the carriage. Irina could not fault him. Her cousin would not be human if he did not show some form of nervousness prior to meeting his betrothed. Not that he should be concerned regarding her rejection. The actions he had taken meant Princess Amnicity could do nothing but marry him. From what Z had mentioned, his concern revolved more around how she would handle the choice being taken from her. Irina had been slightly shocked at his insight. This of course then turned to how King Valander would regard him. Zakarus wanted to rule the territories of Jude and Vetus entirely.

"Not everyone will love me, but they will respect me."

Irina smiled slightly. The days had gone so quickly that she sometimes failed to acknowledge how much strength her cousin had shown within them.

The hall became quiet when Zakarus entered that afternoon. His mannerism were enough to halt the speech of Koman Ive upon the state of their arms.

"I have received a letter from King Valander of Vetus."

Immediately the hall began to whisper. Not only had the young Suzerain shown disrespect by not waiting for his father to acknowledge him, but he also had been in contact with the man they were to go to war with. Irina could already hear the whispers of people choosing sides. Her eyes subtly found the few komans she knew to be loyal to her.

"We have already discussed your failure in the area of political relations, son."

"King Valander accepted my proposal of marriage to Princess Amnicity."

The whispers sounded around the hall. Komans subtly moved to be in better position if a choice had to be made.

Irina relished the slight change in Abran's appearance. Part of her hoped he would choose the path of destruction at this moment. She had dreamed of his abrupt departure from this life for too long.

"You trust a man in mourning?"

A few snorts could be heard from the komans loyal to Abran as they tried to muffle their laughter. For many, Zakarus would always be a young boy and never a man.

"Did you not ask the same of the komans many years ago?"

Soft sounds of steel could be heard. Abran immediately raised his hand to quiet distress.

"Suzerain Zakarus, it appears you have forgotten who you are speaking to."

"We have not forgotten. You are my father, Suzerain Abran. The one who sacrificed for Jude so that we could be united. Now, as, your son, Suzerain Zakarus, I ask for you to allow me to unite us with our neighbors without shedding blood."

Abran placed his chin upon his palm, observing his son. Irina glanced to her right where Shaed stood. His hand remained upon his sword.

"I cannot approve of this marriage. We cannot trust those who raid or borders and then blame us."

Zakarus nodded his head.

"I respect your decision father. Unfortunately, I cannot let it stand. Jude requires someone who can trust."

A flicker of a smile tinted Abran's face.

"You challenge me?"

"For Jude."

"Have you not learned? It is always for Jude."

Irina unconsciously reached for Shaed to steady herself. This could be either one of the visions that accompanied her sleep. She hoped it to be her dream. Irina prayed this would be her dream. She hated the results in her nightmare.

The moments seemed heavy, as if the actions were so meaningful they tried to stick without leaving room for the next as the suzerains prepared for battle. No person moved in fear of showing preference for a side. Whatever held them in place unravelled the moment Abran and Zakarus's swords met for the first time.

Abran moved with a skilled grace his son matched. Irina had spent much of her youth watching Abran practice his skills. When she first arrived back at the palace, Irina would sometimes watch him simply to find his greatest weakness in order to rid herself of him. Unfortunately, she learned no person can be rid of a memory.

Irina praised both men within her head. Each were able to draw just enough blood to maintain the hall's respect. A few koman's even commented on Zakarus's skill. Perhaps it had been Zakarus's skills that caused Abran to make his mistake. Irina had never seen him lunge like that before. Abran had never been one to expose himself in battle. He had always loved to toy with his opponents until they fatigued. Or, perhaps he lunged because he faced Zakarus. No matter the reason, Irina saw the smallest hint of a smile and pride within the father's eyes when Zakarus disarmed him.

Zakarus's sword shook slightly as he stood above his father. His blade cutting slightly into Abran's neck.

"Let it be done for Jude," Abran whispered.

A small cry could be heard in the back of the hall when Suzerain Abran's head thudded across the floor. Weirdly, Irina found herself comparing the beheading to that of her parents. Were all Suzerains and Suzeras so ready for death? She also thought there would be slightly less blood. Abran's head always seemed more full of air than substance.

After a few moments the air became heavier as people's minds focused upon the moment. Eyes slowly turned to Suzera Irina. Her opinion was crucial as the only remaining person with a claim for leadership.

The suzera smiled, walking to the center of the room. She stepped over Abran without a glance towards her late uncle. Once before the suzerain, Irina fell into a curtsy.

"I submit to the power of Suzerain Zakarus."

Zakarus placed the blunt of his sword upon her shoulder.

"We welcome you to our fold. What of my Komans?"

Irina rose and turned to the hall. Now the komans would decide. Unfortunately for them, if any koman did not wish Zakarus to be Suzerain, or marry Princess Amnicity, she could not be their excuse. Irina smirked when she turned to see two fall to their knees to meet the same fate as Abran. The fools. She did not know such bitterness still existed within her, but she relished watching those who were responsible for her parents' death die as they had.

Zakarus walked to the front of the hall as servants removed the bodies from the hall.

"And the rest?"

Koman Shaed Sutter walked forward. He bowed before Zakarus.

Shaed. The mere thought of him brought her back to reality with a subtle tightening of her heart.

Irina bit her lip, pressing her hands upon her dress in the carriage. Sometimes she forgot how his presence affected her. His warmth during the battle left tingles running beneath her skin. The situation troubled her.

If Shaed had not been so near to death she would not have realized her emotions. Thus, she blamed him. Fortunately, the first instance is always the worst, and so, the next time he finds himself near to death she will be better prepared. Hopefully, the time will never come. Maybe she would be gone and he will have another near death experience. Though, that thought did not sit well with her either. Perhaps Irina should suggest Shaed found a position further away from battle.

Irina bit her lip. She really should not care. Shaed made no indication he wished court her. He provided her no particular attention. Shaed rarely acknowledged her during the carriage ride. Instead, he spoke with Zakarus or observed the country as it passed. During their rests, Shaed reviewed his orders with the guards he led, and Irina willed herself to look away without feeling upset.

Irina had a duty to her Suzerain. She needed to secure a union with Preena. Irina willingly accepted her task a few months before. Now, the excitement of the affair faded into hollowness that only became exacerbated by visions of Shaed near death without her.

Konrik Loren helped Irina realize her dream of being a lady near the top of society. The union would secure the movement towards unification of all lands. All of this would be ideal within her plans for life. Yet, the idea had started to become a fond memory of different time when she considered Shaed. Sometimes she hated him for it.

"Do you think it would be too much to provide them with the sword?" Zakarus asked, motioning towards the weapon that ended Abran's leadership.

"Princess Amnicity could add it to her growing collection," Irina smirked. "Her Highness only blanched a little when she received the first one."

"You are right. It is a bad idea. We should stop for flowers."

Irina tilted her head slightly.

"She is protective of her flowers and dragonflies in her garden."

"If she already has flowers, why would she need more?" Shaed asked. "Mother Ban-"

"You refer to her as Mother Ban now?" Irina found it difficult to hide her shock.

"Yes. When she thought me near death, Mother Ban could not think of losing another boy to war. So, we agreed to be each other's family."

Shaed turned back to Zakarus. Not wanting to hear the cutting remark he expected from Irina.

"That is beautiful," Irina whispered, unnerving Shaed enough to furrow his brows in confusion.

"Anyway, Mother Ban never wishes for more flowers because she believes she has enough. Perhaps the gifts you have already planned will be enough."

Zakarus nodded, placing a hand upon the small chest beside him with a sigh.

"You will be find cousin. It is too late for her to refuse," Irina smiled.

"I do not believe his concern is about her refusal of the marriage," Shaed responded.

Irina's eyes fixated on Shaed as her cheeks reddened.

"I did not mean harm."

"Then you should be more mindful of your words," he responded.

"Sometimes a joke is good to break the tension."

"There are times when jokes are improper. For a woman determined to be a lady, no matter the cost it comes to herself or others, you should be aware of such things Suzera Irina."

"Silence," Zakarus interjected. "I have no time for feminine emotions or lectures upon civilities. We will be there in a few moments. We require peace before entering those doors. It will do us no good to enter palace divided."

Irina felt a small pain at the thought of her only remaining family thinking ill of her. She could not be upset. Irina had a duty to perform. They had come too far for her to let silly emotions and pride overtake her sense. Irina would show these men the difference between a lady and a fool. No matter how unaware they were of the difference at the moment. She continued to be of great value.

Irina began the mental rehearsal of her entrance. Every movement weighed, from the length of the touch when exiting the carriage, to the depth of her curtsy before King Valander. Irina would not let a shadow upon her ankle be used to question her ladylike behavior, nor leave a compliment ungifted so that one would think her discourteous. Every word would be perfectly chosen to provide condolences with a hope for progress.

Such visualizations were perfectly executed upon exiting the carriage. King Valander appeared to have his own visions as well, for they were welcomed with salutations from guards and a glass of wine on entering. Sir Henry stood with the welcoming party, smiling pleasantly.

Such practices were not typical Vetusian formality. Irina did not know if they should take comfort in the familiarity, or prepare themselves for possible slaughter. After all, the King and Princess were nowhere to be seen.

"Are you not thirsty after your travels?" Sir Henry questioned upon seeing the party holding their glasses.

Upon Zakarus's immediate silence, Irina took a step forward sipping her wine. If they were to go to slaughter, at least she would provide the warning.

"My cousins wishes to wait for the first toast of these festivities to be with his betrothed. While I, wish to steady my nerves from such a long ride with gentlemen. I am excited to welcome another lady within our midsts. As I am sure your people are pleased with the thought of welcoming another strong leader into theirs. What of your wine Sir Henry?"

"I think I will follow Suzerain Zakarus's lead and wait for the toast."

"Not even a glass to hold in hand?"

Sir Henry observed Irina for a moment, before motioning for his own glass. He took a moment to smell the aroma.

"Ah, they did open the casket I specifically asked for from Princess Amnicity's birthday dowry. Hentian wine is a delicacy, do you not think? It is said that men would die to gain simply a taste. Thus, one sip will not hurt."

Irina smiled as he took a lengthy sip of his wine.

"Sir Henry, may we introduce the head of our guard, Koman Sutter. It is our particular wish that he work with your guards to begin the unification of our forces prior to the wedding."

Zakarus motioned towards Shaed.

"A wise request Suzerain Zakarus. After the welcoming ceremony, King Valander will be happy to agree to such a meeting with High General Ettore."

Shaed bowed in consent.

"Now that these pleasantries are finished, let me take you to the King and Princess."

Sir Henry motioned towards the hall.

Irina felt her cheeks twinge slightly at the length of her smile as her party nodded their consent. Sir Henry did not initiate any further conversation upon the journey, nor did anyone sip the wine. Irina found the journey surreal.

The suzera's last visit to the Vetusian palace had been the mark of her entrance to society as lady. It was also the first moment where she felt useful in a long while.

The occasion felt so long ago. So many emotions had passed since the time that Irina simply willed herself to survive until Zakarus took power. A small bit of comfort and pride could now be felt in the patience she had. After all, Irina's cousin would have more power than her father and uncle combined, with less blood being shed. Their mothers would have been proud to see the power of silly words being put to use.

"I will announce you," Sir Henry motioned for the guards to open the door to the hall while fluidly entering. "King Valander, may I present, Suzerain Zakarus accompanied by Suzera Irina and Koman Sutter."

Irina glanced to Zakarus, hoping for their eyes to meet so she could provide him some confidence before they entered. Unfortunately, his eyes remained steadily ahead. Instead, King Valander and Zakarus exchanged the required respects and welcoming speeches that made such affairs monotonous in description, and easy for visual preparation.

"We are pleased your travels were so easy," Valander commented. "Unfortunately, my daughter is late. Please accept my apologies for her not readily welcoming her betrothed and his company."

"We take no offense," Zakarus smiled. "Ladies sometimes need extra time to prepare themselves. It is something my cousin has taught me."

Irina pressed her lips into a forced smile, willing her smart retort not to escape.

"My gratitude for your lenience and patience Suzerain Zakarus. I know that the journey to this moment has not been easy. From my understanding, the union did not receive immediate approval from Jude."

"You are correct Your Majesty. Some changes were required for this union to be accepted by the Judian government."

Irina took a sip of her wine to keep her words from escaping. Zakarus did well to weigh his words.

"It still is not easy to lose one's family. Especially in the manner that Suzerain Abran left this world," Valander sighed, observing Zakarus. "Sir Henry, Princess Amnicity is required at once."

Sir Henry bowed, exiting the hall. No sooner did he leave than the door opened once again.

"Princess Amnicity," Henry announced, his voice hitching slightly.

Irina turned in curiosity, only to down half of her glass. Princess Amnicity floated through the hall in a floor length black laced veil covering a matching dress. She did not acknowledge them as she passed. Instead, the Princess fell into a curtsy before her father. Irina was impressed how well the Princess mirrored the entrance she made into society. She admired Princess's black gloves. Lady Toria and Princess Amnicity were obviously not going to let a single detail go unnoticed. There was so much she could learn from the Princess and her ladies.

King Valander was neither as amused or impressed when he rose to fold back her veil. He could see Suzerain Zakarus's reaction. His pressed lips indicated the Suzerain did not find his betrothed's histrionical use of fashion amusing.

"May I present your betrothed, Princess Amnicity of Vetus," Valander announced, walking his daughter towards Zakarus.

"Princess."

"Suzerain."

Princess Amnicity curtsied, offering her hand.

Zakarus rose from his bow stiffly. He made fleeting eye-contact with King Valander before removing the glove from Amnicity's hand to kiss it. Irina swallowed her laughter upon seeing Amnicity's raised eyebrow.

"We are only engaged Suzerain Zakarus," she chided, removing her hand from his grasp. "Please refrain from taking any further liberties of my person until sanctioned by God."

"Of course Princess. I will be as accepting of your wishes as you are of this union," Zakarus nodded, returning her glove.

Irina held our her glass for a refill of her wine. These two could be her new favorite pass time.

"Welcome to our kingdom. We hope you will soon feel at peace in your received inheritance."

"Thank you Princess Amnicity, we have always felt a peace within these gardens." Zakarus watched the Princess tug harshly upon her glove. "Shall we toast now?"

"Grand idea," Valander concurred, motioning for wine.

Irina hid a smirk behind her glass, watching the staring contest between Princess Amnicity and her cousin. Princess Amnicity accepted the glass with a smirk towards her cousin. Irina was determined to become her friend. The expression never wavered as the men toasted to the union. The men soon left with Sir Henry to discuss the state of the guard, providing Irina her chance. Unfortunately, Irina's movements were not quick enough. Within moments, Princess Amnicity had thrown her veil upon the floor and exited the hall.

The suzera looked around the hall, sipping her wine.

"Could you please show me to my room?" Irina asked a servant girl.

"Yes," she nodded, leading her from the hall.

Guard Maven watched the unworthy Suzera Irina be led from the hall. He had been proud of himself during the reception of the Judians. He only had to swallow his bile once. Simply welcoming the usurpers violated every fiber of his duty to Vetus. Guard Maven had to remind himself that High General Lessure had left him here for a reason. Thus, he watched those around him for overt signs of distaste to expand upon the acts of sedition.

Maven knew High General Lessure would be proud of Princess Amnicity's rebellion to the match. He had lost hope in the princess after her most recent acts of idiocy. There still may be hope for the purity of the Vetusian line, even if the Princess's lineage had been adulterated due to her mother's indiscretions.

"Guard Quiler, do I have you permission to relieve my post?" Maven turned to his fellow guard.

"Will you be returning to duty?"

"Guard Aton is to be here at high noon, and I will return following supper."

Quiler turned towards the windows, observing the sun for a moment.

"You are relieved until supper," Quiler agreed, moving to stand between the two doors.

Maven followed the proper protocol of bowing his departure before walking towards his room. There were still those loyal to High General Lessure, but High General Ettore now had his own. Guard Quiler and Guard Aton were amongst them, leaving Maven cautious. This world required a moral compass, and if one answered for the decisions made within this life, Maven would answer for a true belief. He did not want to be one that simply changed based upon the weather. Guard Maven would help maintain their culture just like High General Lessure wished to.

High General Lessure had been wise to entrust his vision with Maven and his loyal brothers. Since his departure, General Maven and his brothers have been keeping the High General abreast of the current happenings in the palace. Thus, Guard Maven knew the loyalist who would transport his letter to High General Lessure upon its completion.

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So, the engagement is official and Guard Maven is sending letters... thoughts?