Different colours

“I’ve seduced … what?” Marilyn’s voice rose on the last word. The control she’d tried so hard to maintain was slipping and there was no possible way that deep breathing was the answer. The urge to run somewhere … anywhere … away from this… was almost overwhelming. Startling the three of them, herself included, she virtually leapt from her chair, pacing the room like a caged tiger, her eyes darting from one to the other as she tried to calm down.

“You’re telling me that this … this Dealmaker … killed Lach’s mother? That I’m somehow influencing him and that Lach can’t control him?” Her voice rose even higher, her eyes wide as those of a doe caught in the headlights of vehicle. “And that you’d compliment me for seducing a demon? What in the name of Profer am I supposed to do with this information? How do I protect our child?”

“Marilyn …”

“No, Ileana. Give me a minute.”

Marilyn continued her pacing, slowing little by little.

“What’s Blue Hawk and how does it help Lach control him?”

Observing Marilyn’s restlessness, Swales nodded with satisfaction. The provocation had been sharp… but there seemd to have been no reaction comin from the demon. Marilyn’s anxiety was definitely genuine… and above all uninfluenced.

«Blue Hawk is… an ancient armor, Marilyn» it was Ileana, the one who finally decided to break one of the most guarded secrets of the whole Irem «Three of them… each of them linked to one of the three most powerful survived Twins. The Uth Reisers’, the Reziels’… and the Almsycks’» she sighed.

«Blue Hawk, Red Dragon… and Black Snake. Three armors crafted in superb tech… and permeated by unknown magic. Their origins are unknown… we just know that there were five, in the beginning. But when the last Alridian and the last De Vreath died… the armors vanished. So… only three of them are left. Unused… unusable for the last ninety years or so, because… because well, operating them requires a deep interaction with the Twin. They… uhm… the Twin becomes some kind of power-cell. You can get this either by persuading him to cooperate… or by forcing him to. Tamed. That’s the word we use… Reziel’s Twin. Despite he deeply disapproves it… the Grand Duke is able to draw on his own Twin’s powers. He really controls the Twin… he bends him to his own will. Indeed, Red Dragon has been used more than once, during the great Ziganian Rebellion, being a key factor to the ultimate victory»

«Lachdanan…»

«He lacks the power for such a control, Lady Janus. That’s not strange. The number of tamed Twins is… tiny to be generous. But do not misunderstand. The young Emperor is strong and disciplined enough to force the Twin to bow. Strong enough to keep it at bay, preventing him to jump in the lead… but nothing else»

«That’s why he shouldn’t be able to wear Blue Hawk» added Ileana «That’s why he doesn’t want to wear it… he knows it’s not under his full control. He knows the Twin is willingly giving him his strength… and that’s not such a good sensation for him»

«Why does he? We really do not know. Unless… unless he’s finding an interest in reaching some kind of ‘peace’ with Lachdanan himself. But why? Again… we cannot but shoot hypothesis. But the fact this whole process has begun with your arrival in New Irem, Lady Janus… well, it gives a good hint on the direction we should look for, doesn’t it?»

As the Kangarawan Ambassadress shrugged, the Observer smiled warmly, almost touched by the obvious mix of emotions boiling inside her.

«Lady Janus… do not misunderstand. He’s still incredibly dangerous and… yes, under human criteria, he is evil. But there’s a chance he’s… interested in a deal. And this could be incredibly profitable for us all… above all the young Heir, I’d say. We just have to find out what’s his exact interest… and I suppose we’ll have to spit blood to find it out» he grinned.

"So … you have no idea what kind of deal it might want or what his exact interest is, " Marilyn stated flatly. “And Lach is being protected by this … this blue armour but is putting himself at risk when he uses it. Have I got that right?” Swales nodded, as if she was a student of whom he was quite proud. Marilyn closed her eyes briefly, trying to decide if she could handle any more answers to the myriad questions flooding her mind. Recriminations and further “history” lessons could wait. She’d had enough for now, she decided.

“Where do we go from here, My Lord?”

«Well… I’m surprised I’m going to say this, but I suppose the first step would be understanding two things. The first one would be if you’re able to… call him. Till now, we…»

«This would be the first case ever, wouldn’t it?» asked Ileana, a worried curiosity in her voice «Do you really think it would be a good idea, Sir Swales? It could be rather dangerous, couldn’t it?»

«I suppose we’ll know only after we’ll have made the attempt, I fear. At least… well, we already know he will not hurt her. Nor he can get control over her willingness. I suppose you’ll agree on this»

As Ileana nodded, he did it back.

«What about the second thing, Lord Swales?» interjected Marilyn.

«Well… you’ll have to confront him, Lady Janus. To find out… if not what he wants in the long run, why he’s reshuffling the deck so deeply»

Frustrated, Marilyn looked in disbelief from Swales to Ileana and then back again. “Let me get this straight. No one has ever summoned one of the Shadow Twins. Do you even know how one summons them then? Am I supposed to stand on one of the towers in New Irem, throw my arms up in the air and chant some magical spell that conjures up demons? Or would a blood sacrifice on a mountain top be more effective?” Anger and sarcasm more that obvious, she shook her head in disgust. “Profer, what are you thinking?”

Despite the worry still evident in her eyes, Ileana stifled a chuckle. If Swales was at all amused by Marilyn’s outburst, his expression didn’t show it. He paused, eyes narrowing and a adopted a calculating tone. “Profer, one of your ancient gods. Is he protective?”

Marilyn closed her eyes. “I don’t believe this.” Even the company of the twin would be preferable to that of Lord Swales, she thought. At least she “felt” safe in his presence, a feeling Lord Swales was incapable of engendering … and a feeling she needed desperately right now.

The iridescent blues of the summer sky shimmered down, becoming golden waves as they descended, greening in the meadow grass and sparkling silver in the face of the rocky outcrop from behind which the lilting notes of the flute rose. Bare toes flexing in the soft warmth of the grass, tension dissipating from her neck and shoulders, Marilyn closed her eyes, losing herself completely in the haunting melody, conscious of nothing other than a profound peacefulness.

Seconds … minutes … hours later, she opened her eyes at the sound of his warm chuckles, finding herself curled up in the grass. He was sitting beside her, legs outstretched, his eyes glinting with amusement as he watched her.

“So … you’ve had enough of him already. I did try to tell you.” She stretched lazily and sat up, knowing she should be afraid of the demon but feeling only a comforting sense of familiarity.

“He said you killed Lach’s mother.”

He shrugged. “Perceptions can be deceiving. It’s all a matter of perspective”. Seeing her puzzled expression, he grew serious. “I won’t hurt you, Mare.”

“Why?”

“I told you. You’ve a strong soul and your blood is full of life. More than that, you’re untainted by centuries of history.”

Marilyn shook her head slowly. “That doesn’t mean anything. I still don’t understand.”

“Perhaps you’re not asking the right questions.”

She hesitated, searching for questions to which might get a straight answer. “Why do you help Lach use that armour when it’s not safe for him … and why now? If anything were to happen to him …” Her voice trailed off, the threat implicit in her tone. “They called you the “Dealmaker”. What deal are you looking for?”

He laughed with genuine amusement, eyes crinkling as he looked at down at her. “So now you would broker deals, Mare?” He looked up at the wispy clouds before meeting her gaze again. “I assist the Lonely Prince because it suits me to do so. As for the other, the asnwer may become clearer in time. Be patient.”

“But how much …” Marilyn broke off as stared into Ileana’s frightened face only inches from her own.

Suddenly relieved as Marilyn’s eyes focused on her face, Ileana turned towards Swales, waiting for his possible comment… not that she really needed it. Wife of a Shadow Noble, mother to two of them… and now lover to a fourth one, she knew the expression of complete catatonia far too well.

«No, Lady Janus… no need for complex rituals, as you’ve just noted. He can hear you… just as he can hear his own hosts. I’m a bit surprised by the… easiness with which he can answer your call, but… it was him, lady Janus. His powers are deeply linked with you. I’ve perceived his presence… if your condition during the last ten minutes wasn’t self-explaining enough»

Standing, Ileana frowned at him.

«Lord Swales… this is not meant to be a stage for you to show your deep knowledge of the Twins… of this Twin. We’re far more interested in knowing what kind of…» suddenly, her mobile rang. A quick tone she immediately recognized. She would have ignored it… but the ringtone was associated to the emergency line of the Foreign Office. She quickly glanced at the received SMS, and immediately paled. Speechless, she handed it to Marilyn.

— Begin quote from ____

Request of ambassadorial withdrawal from Kangarawa - ?!?!?!??! L

— End quote

Marilyn blanched as she read the message, shooting a quick look at Ileana who, still pale, nodded. At the nod, Marilyn’s focus shifted, temporarily vaulting her into the role in which she was most comfortable in this office, emotions forcibly held in check.

“My Lord, if you’ll excuse us, please. The remainder of this conversation will have to wait.” Her voice was brusque as she opened the door motioning to Ileana to follow her as she walked briskly to Megan’s desk, brows furrowed.

“Megan, has the diplomatic pouch yet arrived?”

“About two hours ago. Sorry. I didn’t bring it in because I didn’t want to interrupt whatever was going on.” She motioned to the four neatly stacked piles, three on her desk, the one with packages on the floor beside her. “Which do you want first?”

“Personal.” Marilyn quickly leafed through the six envelopes Megan handed her, discarding five of them immediately and staring for a moment at the sixth leaving the seal untouched. It was marked for her eyes only with the crest of the Ministry of International Affairs featured prominently in the top right corner. With a quick glance at Ileana, she opened it, skimming all four pages of elegant handwriting quickly and then rereading it slowly before handing it to Ileana without a word.

“Megan, once Lord Swales leaves, please get hold of Robert Delaney for me. I’ll take the call in my office at that point.” Noting the flummoxed look on Ileana’s face as she returned the letter to her, Marilyn nodded in agreement speaking softly only once she and Ileana had moved away from Megan’s desk and stood beside one of the tall windows at the other end of the room. “It makes no sense to me either. That’s why I want to talk to David. He might have some idea of what’s behind this. At the same time, I don’t want Lord Swales aware of the contents of this until we get David’s input.”

Marilyn had no qualms about using David Miller’s true name with Ileana. Former de facto head of the Ministry, he’d “disappeared” from Kangarawa with the help of Kadras, amongst others, when the new government came into power. The assassinations of Mappins and Scythes, Marilyn’s aunt, had given him reason to believe that he could be of more use outside the country than in. She’d often thought that the last name he’d chosen for his new identity was his only sign of regret at leaving Kangarawa. Delaney’s had been his favourite restaurant in the capital’s harbour district.

“I know there’s more that Lord Swales needs … wants … whatever … to say and that I have to hear it, but right now, this, " she motioned to the letter, " needs to be addressed. I want to know exactly what’s prompted it and what can be done.”

«Marilyn… before anything else, please listen to me» Ilana’s tone was worried but calm… the Iremian noble seemed to have taken the lead over her boiling emotions. The Kangarawan couldn’t do anything else but glancing at her, waiting for her to go on.

«A number of issues have been discussed… and I hope I’ll be able to give you a number of answers to… justify our… my choices in omitting a number of details about the Twins and everything… but not now. Despite not completely unexpected, this news from Tasmin requires immediate attention. It’s… it’s already getting it. To be exact. Right now as we speak»

As Marilyn interrogatively raised an eyebrow, the phone on her desktop rang. a single tone, then it went silent again. Ileana smiled, the smile of someone who knows exactly what is going on.

«That’s… the confirmation. Marilyn, my beloved one… this had been feared. By us… but not only. Right after Mappins’ assassination, we understood that many things were boiling in Kangarawa. That your country was going to face a period of great trouble… and that you could have well been one of the targets. After your aunt’s death… we realized we had already wasted enough time. That’s when Golden Princess started»

«Golden Princess?»

«Reziel’s suggestion. Golden Princess was classified under Protector’s Seal. I’m not sure if you’ve ever had details about our classification system, but… well, Protector’s Seal means the whole operation is disclosed to a very limited number of persons, chosen one by one by the Protector himself»

«Reziel» Ileana nodded back at Marilyn’s interjection.

«In this case… five persons on the Rezielan side. Elistar, me, Kadras, Lachdanan and Lord Michael Tynian of the NISA. You’ve met him a couple of times… you can probably remember him»

«I do, Ileana, but…»

«Sweetie, you know I’m a chatter. I was saying… Golden Princess. Since the beginning, it wasn’t meant to be a Rezielan-only operation. It couldn’t be… and it wasn’t. David helped us selecting a limited numbers of trusted Kangrawans… and they were recruited»

«Recruited… for what, Ileana?»

«Golden Princess was meant to arrange a protective cordon all around you. Against any possible… threat. In this moment, the HQ of the Archangels have activated an electronic device which prevents any possible tapping inside this Embassy. They’re masters at it… and they’re indeed exploiting a number of… vulnerabilities in the Embassy’s countermeasures. Vulnerabilities which have been… placed by…»

«The Kangarawans working with you, I guess»

«Patrick will give you the details, if you’ll need them»

«My little brother is implied with this… why I’m not surprised?» as she smiled, Ileana smiled back.

«Patrick had a number of assets. His loyalty to you is unquestionable… and his friendship with Lach has been an important tile to ground the whole operation onto. So…»

«This ‘so’ is definitely what I want to hear, Ileana»

«Well… the most part of the ‘so’ will be linked to your decisions. Your personal safety is guaranteed, that’s for sure. All of the problematic staff members in either the Embassy or your bases here in Reziel… they’re being kept under strict surveillance. We have already identified them… again, David’s help has been more than precious. In the past months, each Kangarawan linked to your country’s installations has been scrutinized. Tons of information have been collected… and a number of ‘scandal dossiers’ have been created to take care of the most problematic ones. Part of them are fake news… but luckily, men are men everywhere and they have weaknesses which can be exploited when the need arises. Aside that… each option is on the table»

«Didn’t I know you all so well, I could even be scared, Ileana»

«Marilyn… in the end, the Dark Twin is nothing else but a metaphor of our nation’s soul. Irem has fought… and mostly won numberless battles in the past. We crave peace… but we’re ready to fight for it. Si vis pacem, para bellum. In this specific circumstance… this is going to become a war. A diplomatic one, a personal one… a subterranean one. We do not yet know, but it doesn’t really matter. I just want you to know… that you will have our nation’s full support»

«Ileana…»

«One last thing, my dear one. If they want a more… reliable Ambassador here in New Irem, that’s an annoyance but it’s not such a problem. But… they could have a second purpose. They could want you back in Kangarawa because there… it would be easier for them to… deal with you. That’s why, as a friend… I’m asking you not to go back in your country. We can work about details… but you shouldn’t go back in Tasmin»

Kangarawan Embassy - Security Office
One hour later

Patrick Janus sat at his desk with his eyes closed, massaging his temples. A late night and a couple of beers while playing darts had nothing to do with the headache though. Part of it, certainly, was a result of the changes wrought by the viral DNA with which almost every Marine under his father’s former command had been deliberately infected. Headaches, amongst other things, were one of the “unfortunate” side effects with which they all coped.

No, this headache had far more to do with the conversation, if one party’s not being able to edge in more than a couple of words could actually be termed a conversation, with his sister. Ruefully, he corrected himself. He’d been speaking with, or more accurately, spoken to by the Ambassador and as such, she’d had every right to be damned pissed off. A joint operation to protect her had been put in place without her knowledge or consent. It did involve members of her staff. Whether or not they’d have been able to get her to agree with it was moot. Regardless, the cordon was in place. He’d leave it to Storm to explain the details. She hadn’t even allowed him to give them. Marilyn had simply said what she came to say, at length, then donned that cloak of icy dignity she seemed to muster at whim and walked out.

“You youngens just can’t handle your liquor, now can ya?” Patrick’s eyes flew open. He hadn’t even heard Rideout come in but accepted the steaming mug of coffee gratefully from the grinning man.

“My father … reincarnated …”

“Didn’t think it was just losing at darts last night, Loo.” Eyes sparkling in amusement as the grin broadened on his seamed face, Rideout left as quietly as he’d entered.

As he took his first sip of the coffee, Patrick’s appreciation of the Sergeant deepened even further at the warmth of the shot of whiskey Rideout had added.

Marilyn’s Office - 16:00 hours

A bowl of fruit, a plate of sweets and the elegant tea service gifted to her by Ileana graced the low table in front of the couch on which Marilyn and David sat in the deep alcove off Marilyn’s office. The daily bouquet of fresh flowers from Kadras’ arboretum had been temporarily moved to a side table, almost lost amidst the other flowering blooms and assorted ornamental greenery that enclosed the sitting area. Hanging plants draped the recessed windows blending with those rising from the floor, shielding the occupants from outside eyes. Not even the immense bookcase on one wall had escaped Kadras’ hand. More than once Marilyn had had to curb an audacious form of ivy that had the temerity to try and sneak its tendrils between the volumes on her shelves. Although she laughingly referred to it as her “jungle”, there was no doubt that it was also her sanctuary.

Marilyn listened carefully as her old mentor spoke. The deep affection between the two would have been apparent to even the most casual of observers and was, in fact, the only reason that the two had met infrequently in public since David’s move to Reziel. The changes in his appearance were almost startling, implemented, she was certain, at Charles Fisher’s suggestion but no one who had ever known David well would fail to recognise his shrewd, kind eyes or the gentle wit that masked an extraordinarily gifted mind. Despite his former high profile, David had always been a a private man with only a handful of close friends.

They had spoken in generalities first, Marilyn content to allow David to indulge his professorial bent without interruption. He’d spoken of the need for the new government to establish its credibility. That would, quite obviously, be far more difficult with the leaders of nations who had had close ties with the Mappins’ government and who had been aware of the the existence of the Faction and Mappins continual struggle with them. David hadn’t belittled Mappins for not making other leaders aware of their existence; it had, after all, been an internal matter for the most part, outsiders becoming aware of the Faction only as it stretched its tentacles outside of Kangarawa. Had they not played it so safe after the assassinations of Mappins and Chantal Scythes, things might have unravelled very quickly given the international uproar, but by denouncing the Kandari and maintaining the status quo internationally, no red flags had been raised. Whether or not the Kandari were even involved had never been substantiated. The fact that the first elections held since had been a mockery was not widely known, even amongst the general populace. Now, however, it appeared that they had decided it safe enough to start furthering their own agenda. Internally, the search was on for the members of the former government who had fallen off the map. Rumours were being circulated that they had been in league with the Kandari or even working on their own, all in an effort to destroy the strengthening Resistance, which had reformed after the assassinations, from within.

“What’s their agenda? Specifically.” Marilyn interjected.

“Who knows? Wealth, power.” Miller shrugged, his blue eyes clouding. "Fisher reports that numerous companies are changing hands, shell companies are springing up all over, some foreign, and most deal with either natural resources or national assets. Seems that oil, uranium and titanium are three he’s been able to follow somewhat but he thinks it’s the tip of the iceberg. Huge tracts of land have changed hands so many times he can’t keep up … the trail is a maze of shells within shells. When you throw in the huge increase in both the Defence budget and the allocation to the Department of Scientific Affairs … " his voice trailed off.

“What was he able to find out about the Embassy recalls?”

“Five for certain: Dovakhan, Free Pacific States, Dannistan, Lazlow and Reziel. Charles suspects that there are others but he can’t yet confirm.”

Marilyn’s brows creased in puzzlement as she replied slowly. "Some of those make sense to me but others don’t. She understood the reason for own recall perfectly. The Faction, and she would never accept them as the duly elected government, certainly didn’t trust her and didn’t trust the Rezielians to remain uninvolved in the event of a civil war.

Miller nodded in agreement. “Some of them don’t make sense to either of us. Intelligence has always been one of the Faction’s strengths. My guess? They’re replacing those they can’t trust with those who follow protocol to the letter and will report diligently without asking questions. You and Patrick Bourvard in FPS are prime examples. They’ll also make diplomatic overtures to other nations as well, provided it’s mutually beneficial … and by that I mean more beneficial to them, if they can get away with it. Do you know Burt Dow?”

Marilyn shook her head. “I’ve never even heard of him.”

“New Ambassador to Dovakhan. He’s Anne Truscott’s nephew. He’s a charmer and she’s a member of the inner circle so best guess is that he’s being assigned there to both charm them into accepting the new regime and to keep eyes and ears open for any mentions of Kangarawan refugees.”

“Do they really think the Dovakhanese will forget Chantal’s work there so readily?”

Miller sighed, shrugging again. Neither of them mentioned Norm Vitras, newly assigned Ambassador to Reziel.

As David rose to leave about an hour later, he put his hands on her shoulders, his eyes grave. “Marilyn, don’t even think about going home. You won’t be reassigned and you’re considered a threat.”

Once he left, Marilyn sat back down, her thoughts churning.

New Irem – The ministry of Foreign Affairs
In the meanwhile

«He did… what?» Ileana’s astonishment was genuine.

«It’s… here, My Lady. Here’s the message from Tasman… and here’s Reziel answer. He replied. Himself. His headed paper, his own signature… everything. Yes, he blatantly invaded our…» her aide-apprentice seemed outraged, as he was skimming through piles of paper handing her one sheet after the other.

«Claude… Reziel’s answer. Nothing else. I want to see it… before rushing out of this office and skin him» she grinned. Finally, he handed her the sought document. For a brief moment, her mind labeled it as an utter foolishness… but immediately after, it started to work quickly. At the end of the process, she giggled.

«Elistar is a genius, Claude»

«A… a genius? He has… I mean… shouldn’t we apologize and…» he babbled.

«Hell no… their turn. Not ours. And I honestly wouldn’t be in their shoes. I mean… how would you reply, Claude?» she answered. At his complete bemusement, she grinned «Come on… is this a message you’d expect as an answer to ‘we’re withdrawing our Ambassador there’? Come on… the guy who’s signing the message is a national leader. But the answer… it breaks all of the game’s rules. It’s not an answer you’d expect… and you do not want to be the one answering it. You’ll request assistance from the upper floors. This… this require time, Claude»

«Do you… are you saying he deliberately overstepped your authority with the ultimate purpose of… gaining time? This is… this is…»

«This is Elistar Reziel, sweetie» giggled Ileana, her face shimmering with amusement, the sheet being finally put down on her desk.

— Begin quote from ____

From: Elistar Reziel
To: Kangarawa - Foreign Ministry 
Re: Replacement of Ambassador

Dear Sirs, I admit I’ve swallowed the bait for a brief moment. Very nice joke indeed!
Elistar, Grand Duke of Reziel

— End quote

[hr]
Christie Island Capital District – Rilanon
A subterranean parking lot

When the black Peugeot 607 stopped, Lord Michael Tynian smiled with relief. At sixty one, he wasn’t used anymore to similar missions… but then, this wasn’t something he could have entrusted to one of his men. Number 2 of the New Iremian Secret Agency, he was de facto the leader of the Rezielan secret services. Surely, the most trusted by the Iremian oligarchy… definitely, one of the few persons who had received the Protector’s Seal and were aware of Golden Princess.That was why he had been dragged away from his fishing day, put on a plane and sent to Rillanon… to that parking lot, in order to meet the dark-haired woman who had just exited the diplomatic car.

Standing up, his joints aching for the prolonged waiting, he moved towards the woman. If the dossier about her was accurate, she didn’t like being pestered by bodyguards when moving back home… and indeed, none of them was on sight. ‘An Ambassador to a super-national organization doesn’t seem such a sensible target to justify the expense of a full-time security’… that had been her explanation when requesting a loosening of the surveillance around her. Grinning with himself, he thought the woman had a temper.

As she took her briefcase from the car’s baggage and then activated the electronic anti-theft, he waited for her to finish her looking-for-the-keys diving inside the briefcase itself before speaking. Indeed, despite the two of them were now rather near, it seemed she hadn’t noticed him at all, being probably lost in a number of thoughts.

«Lady Respolitsa»

As she jerked, surprised by the unexpected call, he smiled as warmly as he could.

«Lady Respolitsa, please… do not be alarmed. I mean no harm. I am Michael Tynian from the Grand Duchy of Reziel… I’m in urgent need to steal a bit of your time. It’s… it’s about Lady Chantal Scythes»

[hr]
Kangarawa – 15 kms South of Tasman City
’Fraternity’ base - Command rooms

When the short e-mail reached his terminal, Admiral Roger Proudmoore dismissed his own aide, left his chair and opened the safety. Taking the avana-colored envelopment and breaking its seals, he took the electronic pad out of it. When the booting sequence interrupted, requesting him to insert the PIN, he typed the 24 digits he had been received. There were no other copies of that pad, which had been delivered personally to him by a trusted courier. Protector’s Seal. Grinning, the Admiral waited for the decrypting program to finish its work. It had been… years, since the last time. Over any possible level of confidentiality. National security at its highest… and when the program had finished, he understood why. Moments after he had finished reading, he stroke the button which activated the de-magnetization process which would have destroyed the pad’s HDD within seconds.

Kangarawa had made its move… fraternity had to be discretely moved to DefCon1. And as the largest Rezielan installation outside the Grand Duchy had been entrusted to him… it was him the one who had to co-ordinate the whole process. A number of Kangarawans were trusted ones… for them, a supporting net would have been activated. The others… they weren’t welcome guests anymore. The list of things to do was already beginning to take form in front of his eyes when he went back to the desk, grabbed the receiver and started the first of an endless number of calls.

Ministry of International Affairs - Minister’s Office
Parliament Buildings, Tasman City, Kangarawa

— Begin quote from ____

From: Elistar Reziel
To: Kangarawa - Foreign Ministry
Re: Replacement of Ambassador

Dear Sirs, I admit I’ve swallowed the bait for a brief moment. Very nice joke indeed!
Elistar, Grand Duke of Reziel

— End quote

Sitting at her desk, Masters couldn’t help but laugh as she read … and reread. She had absolutely no intention of trying to explain a rationale that was tenuous at best. Besides, the message had come from the Grand Duke himself rather than their Ministry of Foreign Affairs. She had a choice. She could either forward the message to the President’s office or take it herself. No. No contest. She wanted to see the President’s reaction.

Grinning, she dialled the President’s outer office, grin gradually disappearing during the conversation. “Brad, when can you get me in to see her? … Nooooo, next Tuesday isn’t good enough. It needs to be today. … Classified, so no, I can’t tell you. … That will be her decision. … Nothing before tomorrow? … Certainly.”

Locking the communique in her top right drawer, she eyed her inbox and sighed. It was always the same. Getting past the President’s dragons had become a most frustrating game. And tomorrow? Tomorrow she’d go through the usual rigmarole of a complete search before being allowed into the august presence.

New irem – The Fortress
In the meanwhile – The terrace outside Reziel’s rooms

«Technically, you shouldn’t wasting your time whatiffing and the like… your choice is kinda… obliged. Kadras… what do you think?» asked Reziel, moving his attention away from the Archangel Colonel and focusing it on his old mentor Kadras Lordameer while pouring some wine in his own crystal glass and then appreciating its translucency against the light of the dying sun.

«I think that at ninety I should be left in peace and given the chance to dedicate my time to my…»

«You’re eighty seven, Kadras» grinned the Grand Duke, before taking a sip of wine and appreciating its taste, inviting Lachdanan to serve himself.

«I should have cut your disrespectful tongue years ago, smart guy. As I was saying… left to my hobbies. Taking care of my arboretum, enjoy the happiness of a young woman receiving my plants… and observing the efforts of another one trying to steal me the ‘Best air-ace ever’ title. Or probably prepare myself to be the grand-grandpa of Irem’s new son… if I’ll be allowed to, obviously» despite the warmth in the old man’s smile, it was obvious he wasn’t giving away his full thoughts.

«Kadras, please… this is indeed a problematic…»

«Ah! A problematic… what? A problematic problem? No… I would say this is a problematic you should have thought to this FAR before, Mister blockhead. It’s a problem because we’re messing with it now… instead than a couple of years ago» As the reproach finally came, Reziel could finally recognize his old mentor. Chuckling, he thought Kadras seemed now forty years younger. It was the Kadras of his adolescence, the wise counselor of the time pasts… the man who had forced the young Grand Duke to bow and accept discipline and self-responsibility. Remembering even too well the embarrassment of the times past, he didn’t really envy Lachdanan as…

«And you have nothing to chuckle at, Young One. You’re co-responsible of this situation as well!»

«Me?» the reproach was definitely unexpected and Reziel couldn’t think to a better counter-question. He was feeling forty years younger, too. A teenager facing an angry teacher.

«Yes, sir. You were supposed to be a guidance… a wise one. You should have hammered some salt inside Lachdanan’s head… but then, how can I have expected you to do, when it’s so obvious you yourself have nothing?»

«I… I…»

«Shut up… both of you» he ordered, being immediately obeyed «Lachdanan… we cannot afford to outstretch the Tradition any more. Right now, we have so many boiling issues that we’ll have the nobility muttering and whispering and complaining for the years to come, so… yes, Marilyn will have her escort. And it will be the Second Blade of Irem, considering it cannot be the First One for obvious reasons. So… find Arian, whichever the hell he’s hiding into… and bring him back here. This will be his next assignment for the months to come… and nobody will care about your whining. Or his, for what matters. For now… that’s enough. You’re dismissed»

Lachdanan remained speechless. Technically, he was the Emperor. Kadras was not even in the council of the Fives anymore. His dismissal was…

«Which part of ‘you’re dismissed’ is unclear to you, Colonel?»

The tone of unquestionable command was there. The Archangel inside Lachdanan reacted to it far before the Emperor had finished listing the tons of good reasons to feel outraged. Silently, the commander of the Rezielan military left the room, with the dignity of a wet chick. And as soon as he disappeared, Reziel understood it was now his turn.

«Very well… up to you, now. I see one way only, to come out of this mess»

Rillanon, Christie Island Capital District
A Downtown Parking Garage

Mariana made a jerk to reach for her pepper spray, but the sound of her missing friend’s name made her melt in the Rezielan’s gaze. There was something in his eyes, too, that made her trust him utterly. She tried not to let on to this weakness: “What the hell do you want?” she crustily inquired, albeit with a tinge of anxiousness in her voice.

«Well… before giving you a proper answer…» he begun, producing a small device out of his right pocket and keeping it on his palm so that she could clearly see it «…this object creates an incredibly strong interference against any form of tapping or surveillance. In this very moment…» he went on explaining while pressing a tiny button on the device, which buzzed quietly for a very short while «…our conversation becomes very private. Not even a surveillance from EspioDov will be successful, if…»

«I do not have…» interjected the woman, meeting a warm smile in reply.

«I know… but I cannot take risks. Others could be eavesdropping. I just wanted you to know about it… and to know it can stop whenever you’ll want, should you become uncomfortable with our… excessive privacy»

As she nodded, he grinned. All of their information were correct… the woman had guts. She would have been the right person to involve, hoping to get Dovakhan’s support in what was probably going to happen.

«Now… our topic. I know you’re aware of the close ties between the Grand Duchy of Reziel and the republic of Kangarawa. Lady Chantal Scythes… she was one of our most trusted counterparts. Thanks to her, many things went smooth over the years… yes, we can say she has been one of the craftsmen of the strong alliance between our nations. That’s why the Grand Duchy has been so troubled by her sudden… by her assassination»

For a brief moment, the word remained suspended, then the Dovakhanese woman frowned deeply.

«Mr Tyninan… according to official reports, it has been a tragic fatality»

«Lady Respolitsa… Lady Scythes was the aunt of Lady Marilyn Janus, the Ambassadress of Kangarawa in the Grand Duchy. She is… very near to a number of our highest ranking officers. We are… we Iremians are a very close group. Touch one of us, and you’re touching us all. You… you’ve seen it during the Airbuisian mess some years ago. In that occasion, we overreacted… but that’s definitely inline with our personality. We do not have…»

«You’re prevaricating, Mr Tyninan» the interjection came with the matter-of-fact tone of an unquestionable statement. This surprised the old Iremian… but only for a moment. Immediately after, he chortled quietly while nodding.

«You’re right, Lady Respolitsa. Forgive an old man running after his own thoughts. What was I saying… oh yes. My Lady… are you aware that no more than seven hours ago, the Department of Diplomacy of the Republic-Khanates has been informed of Tasman’s intention to… replace the Ambassador to Tkânâtdövâkhîastâât?»

Had it been the news, had it been the perfect Dovakhanese of the man… this time, it was the woman’s turn to be surprised. She shook her head.

«I suspected» he smiled, reverting to standard English «We know because… New Irem has received a similar message. The same for Liberty City… and we’re still waiting for further confirmations. In a word… this new government of theirs… they’re trying to sever whichever tie the old Kangarawan establishment had created. President Mappins assassinated… and the same for Lady Scythes. The most part of their officers are being either replaced… when they do not simply disappear. The purpose? We’re not really sure, but… well, in the meanwhile half Kangarawa switches hands. Mines, licenses, raw materials… the Republic is on sale. So… the purpose? What about having free hand in doing whatever you want with your own country… with nobody being in the position to oppose it?»

«Their government…»

«Their government has been elected on the long wave of an emotion. The plebiscite which followed… has given to the Faction unlimited powers. They hide behind a democratic and republican façade… but they’re something else. A corporation ruled with iron-fist by an incredibly limited number of persons… with the masses being manipulated and the opposition being purged»

«I still fail to understand why…»

«Why I’m contacting you. You’re right. Again, I follow my own thoughts…» he smiled, before a flash of steel shimmered in his eyes «Lady Respolitsa… the Grand Duchy of Reziel is willing to support… no. The Grand Duchy of Reziel is supporting the Kangarawan resistance. Till now, it has been a low-scale operation… but as the faction pushes on the accelerator, we have to do the same. This means we could find ourselves in the need of… supporting Kangarawans who need to leave their nation, for example. Something we cannot do… in the sunshine. We cannot operate through our Embassy. We’ll need… we’ll need a safe passage in Dovakhan. And… no need to play with covert cards. I need your full trust about this, so I’ll be sincere. Yes… we need to be authorized to set up camps in the Dovakhanese jungles. For the refugees… and not only, if the circumstances will require it»

Rilanon, Christie Island Capital District
A Downtown Parking Garage

It took all of the will within the ambassador’s power not to shout at the unequivocal news of her dear friend’s death. Like a poison it twisted her stomach and throat to the point where she felt as though she could barely talk. However, as she often had to do, Ambassador Respolitsia managed to turn off her emotions and speak in an official capacity, at least for the time being. She turned her pent-up rage and sorrow into an indignant bluster appropriate for a bureaucrat of her seniority and experience. “I am the ambassador extraordinary and plenipotentiary of the Republic-Khanates and ALL of its people. To imply that I should carry out the bidding of one state against another is not only repugnant to the moral character of a diplomat, but also a significant risk to the integrity of the Republic-Khanates itself!” she loudly whispered as she stiffened her back and neck to show her contempt."

A couple of moments of silence followed. Then, if one could hear inside the mind of the ambassador, one would have heard a sigh as the memories of a dear, dear friend raced in. She had to help her niece, even if it seemed as though she had indecently, intemperately, and undiplomatically given herself out to some or another New Iremian official. Even then, on some level, the amabassador was Dovakhanese and understood the vagaries of true love. Also, despite her initial rant, she trusted Lord Tyninan a fellow statesman and a gentleman. She knew well of his actions in the external affairs New Iremian government to try to stabilize and increasingly troubled region. Therefore, she relaxed her body and tone:

"Equally repugnant, however, are the actions of this rogue regime, even to the limited extent to which our government has known them. Obviously, the Republic-Khanates recognizes states and not individual governments, but the actions of the Faction have worrying implications for the integrity of the Republic-Khanates, of regional peace, and of liberty itself. I obviously tell you the following in confidence, which I personally know you to be able to keep: Because of these dire implications, the Republic-Khanates has been unofficially monitoring the internal actions of the Kangarawan regime to prepare to mitigate the effects thereof in Dovakhan and its environs. For example, all those entering on the visa waiver programme have been monitored for suspicious activity and Kangarawan institutions installed in the Republic-Khanates have come under special scrutiny, if you know what I mean (obviously I cannot comment on any specific monitoring techniques that have been used).

It is in this unofficial capacity I can potentially honor your request. I am prepared to contact the Department of Diplomacy and recommend that the expiration of the tourist visas of certain key individuals be ignored. It would be up to the covert agencies of your government to provision aid and comfort to these individuals in Dovahkan. I could never promise you any jungle camps, even if Dovakhan were tropical enough to have jungles, but I can ensure the Khagan-Chancellor looks favorably upon the visit of New Iremian defense contractors (who may or may not have tangential connections to the New Iremian military) and their staff for the purposes of helping Dovakhan bring its military into the 21st century, naturally. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a meeting to attend," said the ambassador blandly.

Once out on the road, the ambassador pulled a special encrypted SIM card out of her wallet, put it in her mobile phone, and dialed several digits. “Hello, Anatol?” she said to the Khagan-Chancellor on the other end of the line, “Don’t you think it’s time we talked about how you can repay me for brokering the parliamentary coalition agreement between my Social Democrats and your Liberal Democrats?” she asked with a bit of a smile on her face.

New Irem – The Fortress
Three hours later – 7 PM – Reziel’s rooms

When it crumbled under its own weight, the roots of the Iremian Empire dated back to almost three thousands years, even if the Empire itself had been existing only for the last for one thousand eight hundreds and eighty two years. Could have been eighty nine, now, if only… During its whole existence, it had been ruled by a single bloodline, whose last heir was now being Lachdanan Uth Reiser… Emperor of an Empire which was no more. A thing that didn’t happen so often, the royal family had survived its own Empire… and so had the symbols of their power. The crown, the globe, the purple mantle… everything had been hidden from the Ziganian’s fury when they had stormed the ancient capital. So had the two swords. The Blade… and the Protector’s sword. The weapon which had been traditionally entrusted to the bulwark of the Empire. A general, a leader, a commander… the man the Empire itself had relied onto for its own safety. In a number of cases, the reigning Uth Reiser had brought it, but starting from some four hundred years before, it had been traditionally entrusted to someone who didn’t belong to the ruling family. In eleven cases and in the last five ones, the sword had been given to the standing Reziel to be finally entrusted to him. Elistar Reziel, the twenty-seventh Grand Duke of a Grand Duchy which didn’t exist anymore. The Last Protector. The Betrayer, as someone had named him. Dragonhunter. A man.

Grinning, the Grand Duke smiled to that last thought. Someone would have told his life had been a permanent and endless adventure, glory and danger and fortune and betrayal hiding behind any corner. It seemed his biography had come out from a novel… but despite that, his ultimate dream would have been to finally have the chance to be… nothing else but that. A man. Free to show his affections in public, free to say he didn’t care about so many schemes and projects and games. Free to be himself and nothing else. But…

«I am not» he sighed, his gaze wandering purposelessly over the old and shiny armor right near the entrance door. The armor of his youth, when his one concern seemed to be the leadership over the Talons, the group of elite Iremian chevaliers which were meant to be the horse-mounted version of the modern Aerobatics. His youth… when he could have given his own life a sudden turn. He wouldn’t have had to do anything else but outstretching his hand and… so many things would have changed. Ileana would have been his spouse. His lineage… probably, it wouldn’t have extinguished with him. The sudden knocking at his door brought him back from his own thoughts. When the guard outside his door announced the young Kangarawan Ambassadress was there, Reziel nodded.

«feel free to take a break, Lizard»

«My Lord, guarding your door is a ple…»

«I’m rather sure Lady Janus won’t stab me with her stiletto heels, Lizard» he grinned. As the Archangels chuckled back and nodded, Reziel grinned with satisfaction. Just as almost everyone else, the man adored the young diplomat. Her temper, her understanding of the Iremian traditions, the respect and the polite curiosity she had always shown towards her culture…

«Elistar? Are you ok?»

Focusing his attention on her, he smiled. Understanding why Lachdanan had fallen so deeply in love with her was even too simple. It wasn’t just her beauty. It was… her inner light.

«I apologize, Marilyn. I go on being trapped by the enchantment of your beauty» he smiled warmly.

«Elistar, Elistar… you should behave. You know that Ileana has spies everywhere. Should she happen to be eavesdropping, we’d be in terrible troubles» she giggled. Despite stressors were piling on her shoulders with appalling speed, her tone was calm and warm as always. Giving away her sorrows too easily was a luxury she couldn’t afford, not even with a man who had become a good friend. Smiling back, he invited her to sit down and then poured her a cup of the strong mint tea he knew she adored. A little hint from all-knowing Ileana, to be exact.

«Your message… its urgency… my staff has gone crazy with wonderings, Elistar. What’s… what’s going on? I mean… aside everything else» she asked. For a brief moment, Elistar Reziel wondered if a long long long talk would’t have been a little easier to handle… but he should have expected it. Marilyn had an impressively high number of things to do… and despite her attempts, she was in desperate need to have some time for herself, if only to reorganize her own thoughts. Which wasn’t what Reziel had planned for her, unfortunately. As dear as he held her… that was something which couldn’t wait. Too many news would have started running very fast, and they had to have a plan to contain them. So…

«Marilyn… I’ve been informed by Ileana. No… not the diplomatic mess from Tasman. I’m sure an accommodation can be found rather easily. No. About…»

«The child» she added dryly, putting down the porcelain cup. The Duke nodded so gravely that she couldn’t avoid herself a shiver. Something which should have been a private joy for herself and for Lachdanan only… it was coming out as some kind of State matter, with the spicy addition of demons and demon-hunters dancing all around it.

«Not just the child, Marilyn. More… the Heir. The First in the Line of Succession to the Iremian Throne, to be exact. Which is, in the end… hell yes: the core of what I’m going to say here»

«The Empire has crumbled, Elistar. There is…»

«Formally, Lachdanan is the Emperor. In Exile, probably… but the Emperor anyhow. I suspect he’d be rather happy to turn the whole title down… but the aristocracy won’t allow it. They want… they need the hope we’ll move back to the ancient capital, sooner or later. This is why… this is why Kadras suggested him not to explicitly renounce to it. The turmoil and the unrest… we simply couldn’t…»

«What has this to do with my child, Elistar?»

«He is…» years of his own life came back to his mind. Years hiding his feelings for the woman he loved so dearly. Years spent protecting their honors. Years spent being aware of the rumors and the talks and the whispers behind their back «Marilyn… our people, they aren’t easy to handle. They are… they stick to their own Tradition. They worship their Tradition, as if they hadn’t anything else. It’s… it’s so incredibly present in our lives that… it influences them. I failed the Empire because of it, because rebelling against my Emperor wasn’t something I could think at. I… it has prevented me to make what anyone else would have done in respect to Ileana. I…»

«Why didn’t you marry her. After, I mean. It’s something I’ve wondered for a very long time» she shot. Reziel froze, as if the question had been completely unexpected… even if it wasn’t.

«Codric was a close friend of mine. To some extent, it was for me what Lothar is for Lachdanan. A brotherhood even deeper than the Archangelic one. He was… my right arm. My most trusted lieutenant. The man I instinctively relied onto, when things were going bad. And… yes, he had married the woman I loved. That day… I sent him to the Eastern provinces. I knew I should have waited… but Codric convinced me of the contrary. A quick reaction was needed… and he was my only man. I authorized his departure. He was so sure about it that he had brought Arian with himself. And then…»

«They were attacked b the Ziganians. Codric died… Arian managed to survive. This doesn’t answer my question, Elistar»

«When… when the news reached Irem, my world crumbled. I had just lost my best friend… but that wasn’t what a number of others perceived. ‘He has sent his rival to death’… that’s what they told. Old rumors were brought back to life and…»

«Old rumors?»

«Arian… for a long while, he has been suspected to be my son» he replied. For a moment, the answer remained suspended.

«I didn’t…»

«That’s Irem. When I came back from the Eastern provinces, Lachdanan and Lothar at my side… well, nobody had really believed the rumors. Nobody had started them. Nobody had anything to share with similar foolishnesses… but despite that, the rumors survived. Obviously enough, nobody ever talked about it openly. Nobody accused either me or Ileana of anything… but gossips can be as piercing as an accuse, sometimes. So…»

«You didn’t marry her because… you wanted to avoid giving some kind of ‘legitimacy’ to said rumors»

«That’s it… and that’s why we’re here, Marilyn. I… I am not such an interesting target anymore. Lachdanan… he is. Definitely. A young Prince, in love… with a foreigner. The ruling Emperor engaged with a woman who hasn’t blue blood in her veins. That’s what they will say… the same person who elbow to have you at their gala dinners. Your child… they will have just a name, for him»

«A bastard» she hissed, anger mounting inside her.

«That’s what they will say, Marilyn. That’s what you’ll hear behind your back, unless…»

«Unless?!?»

«A marriage… a union between the house of the Uth Reisers and the house of the Reziels. That’s… that’s something nobody will ever dare to question. That’s something which will bury any rumor inside such a deep grave that not even a whisper will…»

«Elistar… I’m not following. The house of the Uth Reisers and the house of the Reziels… Profer… what do you mean?!?»

«Marilyn… as foolish as it may seem… become my daughter. Allow me to adopt you»

In the long two hours since she’d received Elistar’s summons … and regardless of the fact it had been couched as an invitation, both Marilyn and her staff had known it for what it was … she had thought that she had run through every possible scenario. She hadn’t. His proposal caught her completely off-guard. Personal and professional feelings warred one another. She felt her cheeks flush with both shame and an undefinable … something. She paused before responding, both unwilling and unable to meet his eyes, rose and then walked to one of the windows, staring unseeing at the darkened gardens.

She felt closer to him than she had ever felt to her own father but there were some things one simply didn’t discuss with even a father, and despite the political ramifications, this was one of them. From the moment Lach had told her she actually was pregnant and that she’d been communicating with his twin, Marilyn had wondered not only how she could have been so careless but how much Reziel and the other affected Archs had known. There were many times, too many to count, that she’d confided in Ileana over the years, knowing that what she’d said would go no further, but in fairness, how could Ileana not have said something? Lord Swales had thrown a monkey wrench into the mix. If he knew, then others did, so it had only been a matter of time.

She wondered how she could have been so cavalier as to have put off an appointment for her depo shot with the doctor on the Marine base. There was simply no excuse. She knew the traditions and customs here, knew the history … but somehow she’d lost sight of her mandate. Responsibility, professionalism, duty … she’d ignored them and indulged in the luxury of “feeling” since meeting Lachdanan. Her naivete and growing sense of familiarity and affection for the Rezielians had made her arrogant, allowing her to forget who and what she was.

She was an army brat. Profer knew she’d watched her mother, an incredibly intelligent woman, uproot the family time and time again without complaint as her father was moved two or three times a year, constantly ignoring the abuse of the Captain and trying to maintain a stable home simply because it was the “right thing to do”. Michael, her eldest brother, had committed suicide rather than sully her father’s reputation or that of the Corps. Even her father, bastard that he’d been, had finally done the right thing to save Paddy … all out of a sense of duty. And then there was Chantal … dear Profer … her aunt, Chantal; murdered along with her husband and children; murdered because she was chairing an Oversight Committee even though she knew the risks.

No, she didn’t have “blue blood” in her veins but she knew only too well the meaning of the word “duty” and the ramifications of ignoring it. Elistar had also known. He’d just admitted as much. She turned to face him, slowly, her smile sad and her voice very gentle as she finally met his eyes again.

“Thank you, Elistar, but that’s not the answer.”

“Marilyn, listen to me.” As she shook her head, something in her expression stopped him from saying more.

“I’m sorry. Please. Excuse me. I need to speak with Lach.”

Voice breaking on Lach’s name, Marilyn quickly left the room, relieved not to have to face the usual sentry outside Reziel’s quarters once she reached the corridor. As she reached the Esplanade, she ran toward the Embassy.

Somewhere

The woman was so focused on her own storming thoughts that she rushed straight between his arms without even realizing he was there. It was just when his arms wrapped her in a warm embrace that she finally realized. Raising her eyes into his, she found an ancient emotion shining in the depths of an unspoken and demoniac oldness. For a brief moment she remained still, enjoying the sense of protection, but then she remembered what the creature was and suddenly broke free from his arms. Shaking his head, he smiled in what was a gelid warmth.

«Confusing, isn’t it? My lover and my mother at the same time. This is…»

«I am not your lover. Never… and I’m not…»

«Oh come on… we cannot go on quarrelling and discussing every time you come to visit me, Mummy. We should…» he began, his gaze embracing the grassy hill all around them as he leant against an half-fallen basalt column.

«Why am I here? How do I come here?» she asked angrily.

«Well… sometimes I call you. It’s a bit fatiguing, as the child inside you has no consciousness yet. I have to… exploit the blood link. And drag the Lonely Prince’s energy, of course» he grinned devilishly. Too shocked to reply, Marilyn could do anything else but remaining speechless «In other cases, your consciousness become weaker and you are… dragged here, where you are safer»

«Safer? Safer… from what? And what do you mean with the tale about a weakening consciousness?»

«Well… right now, you’re overstressed. That rush towards the Embassy has been… a bit too much. You’ve fainted in the middle of the Esplanade and…»

«Fainted?»

«That’s what I was saying. Your consciousness has become weaker… you tie with the external world has loosened. Your guards are trying to bring you back… I suppose they’ll bring you to your rooms, sooner or later. And the Lonely Prince has been alerted, so you’ll probably wake up with him holding your hand. However… this makes things far easier for me. And…»

«What do you want?» she impatiently shot, too busy to waste her own time in circular talks with an over-chatting demon come from the beginning of times.

«I guess that a bit of cuddling will not be matter of discussion, won’t it?» he grinned, chortling at her incinerating gaze «Oh well… I’d like you to know that Doombringer’s proposal would make things far easier for everyone. Your duties, your loyalties… do not allow your beliefs to hinder your insight. Stay focused on yourself and do not allow anyone else to take decisions for you. Not your father, not your brother… not your countries: nor the old one, nor this new one. Exploit the world’s inconsistencies and conflicting demands and grow stronger… for yourself and for your child. Many things are deemed to happen… things whose impact and whose implications outstretch far beyond the life and the history of a single nation. In this perspective…»

«Mare?!?» the interrupting voice was distant and confused.

«…in this perspective, the Sons of the One Thousand Columns City can…»

[hr]
New Irem – The Kangarawan Embassy
Marilyn’s rooms

«Mare, please… wake up» Lachdanan’s voice was warm and cuddling, his hands holding tight her left one.

«…can be extremely useful. Reamin with them as long as possible and… exploit them and their knowledges» the voice whispered in her mind before fading away.

«Mare!» relief in his voice, Lachdanan smiled warmly as she finally opened her eyes.

New Irem – The Kangarawan Embassy
Marilyn’s rooms

Marilyn returned Lach’s gaze unsmilingly as she searched his eyes almost frantically. She finally relaxed as she saw no signs of the gelid warmth of his demon. Gently, she touched his cheek with her right hand, remaining still for a brief moment and savouring the contact and his warmth before pulling away and sitting on the edge of her bed.

“I’m fine. Really.” The tone of her voice appalled her. Even she could detect the undercurrents of irritation, frustration and … fear. How could she make him understand her decision if she didn’t sound sure of herself? And it was the only logical dicision. She couldn’t trust the demon. He had his own agenda.

“You’re not fine. You just fainted.” Lach’s voice was gentle and reassuring as he reached over to stroke her hair. She rose unsteadily, moving away from his welcome touch and walked slowly to the crackling fire, extending her hands to its warmth as if to gain strength before turning back to face him. Wrapping her arms tightly around herself, she met his concerned look.

“Lach, you know I love you. That’s … that’s not the issue here. Elistar loves Ileana and she him but they’ve never been free to do what they wanted. Nor are we.” She paused, then continued quickly at seeing the comprehension and stubborn determination replacing the concern in his expression.

“Let me finish. Please?”. He nodded almost curtly, eyes never leaving hers.

“Yours is an ancient history, steeped in tradition. You’re of royal blood, the Emperor …”

"A title and a role I’ve already offered to give up at least once, " he cut in grimly.

"I know but … but they’re not yours to renounce. Okay, they are, " she corrected herself quickly as he shook his head. “But don’t you see? Any child of ours will be branded, the subject of gossip, a hub of discontent. Even if I accepted Elistar’s proposal …”

“What proposal?” A look of puzzlement creased his face.

“He offered to adopt me so that our child would at least not be regarded as a bastard.”

Surprise and relief evident, Lach smiled, warmly. “That would solve …”

Marilyn cut him off, her voice gentle. “No, Lach. It … it wouldn’t. Sure, he wouldn’t be a bastard in the truest sense of the word, but he’d still be the subject of animosity. I … I can’t do that to a child. I won’t do it to a child. And … and despite your history, your twin’s involvement, your … despite everything, he’s not yet a child. It is a foetus. I want to terminate the pregnancy.”

«Wh…what?!?» «WHAT?!?»

The answer had been almost stereophonic. Lachdanan’s tone showed complete surprise. The voice in her mind… it did, too. But there was something more, as the thundering rage of an Urthquake besieging the very foundations of Earth itself. In the same moment, Marilyn perceived… no: she saw the demon’s attack. For a brief moment, any whiteness disappeared from the sclera of the Colonel’s eyes, which became pitch black, his face grimacing with unexpected pain… but then, the blackness was fought back. Breathing heavily as if he was in desperate need for oxygen, Lachdanan smiled crookedly, then sat on the nearest chair.

«It’s… I mean, your decision… he will fight it back. I’m… if he has ‘decided’ to tie with this child, it’s because… I think they have some kind of premonitions. They cannot predict the future or… Ki’jo, if only I had paid more attention during the lessons… they more or less see possible futures or something like that. If he has chosen this child… this foetus, it’s because he considers it as the best possible option for his own survival. Trying to sever the line of succession… it will become a matter of his own survival. You… you can push a beast away, if you need it. I… I can push him away, sure. But if there’s no exit, at the end of the alley… the beast will face you and it will fight in complete despair. If you… if we decide to put him into a corner… we have to expect the worst»

«Lach… I’m aware this won’t…» she begun, being suddenly interrupted by the voice in her mind… and by the inexplicable awareness that Lachdanan was hearing it, too.

«Mother… the Lonely Prince is right. I will not allow this. I will fight back… to protect myself against whoever will try to harm me. This is not something you should ignore. I like you… but this will not change my nature. I’ve killed before, I’m ready to do it again, if necessary. I am hoping this won’t be the case and that we can find some kind of… equilibrium in our relationship, Mother… but this child is needed»

As the voice went silent, the two of them exchanged a long and silent glance, the Twin’s last words still resonating in their minds.

«Mare… honest, my knowledge of their ways is lacking at best. If you’re serious about this… we should be extremely careful and… and yes, we have to request the Brothers’ assistance. They… ion their records, in their damned books… they probably have an answer to…»

«And yours, Lach? your answer? You’ve not yet told me anything about your feelings. You’ve given me the information you would have given to your soldiers during a pre-planning brief… but I am not an Archangel. I’m your… woman. Nothing else, in this moment» the tears in her eyes shining of frustration, she patiently waited for him to answer.

«For the people of Irem… I’ve always been lacking. Too weak during my youth, too impulsive during my adolescence… and in the end, unable to be the leader they needed. Bastards or not… my children will always and forever be the children of the Prince whose incapacity caused the Empire’s crumbling. Yes… being called a bastard is an heavy burden for a child. So did being considered the most useless Prince Irem had had in centuries. But then… we’re not there anymore. Despite their talks and their gossips and their complaints… the world… our world is changing. We do not bath in the Aren river anymore. Nobody sits on the Ruby Throne. Lothar… he lives, when Tradition would have required his life: Reziel himself has stood against this… and yes, there are talks against him. But the point is… what we’ve believed for numberless centuries… it’s being unhinged. Many will try to resist… but the Aurum Gates have fallen, even if we grasp to the idea that Irem has been handed over and not conquered. This… this comes with a cost and in the end no Iremian, child or adult, male or female… nobody will be spared the consequent sufferance. If this is this child’s weight… I’d honestly say ‘be it’. Because… because this is what we need. The bravery to stop allowing our past to determine our lives. We… we already have enough burdens over our shoulders. A meaningless etiquette… we can live without it. Really. Our child… he will be… he could be our nation’s new beginning»