[IC] The Arrangement [Suki & Kassarock]

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Elise Hydaelyn, the princess of Eorzia and youngest daughter to King Regis had ventured into unknown land. This was all for peace, to stop a war that had been raging for quite the century. It had been agreed that to broker a peace a union would happen, a marriage between to Kingdoms that had been at war for as long as people could remember. Eorzia was sustaining itself, just. They had vast amounts of land and plenty of crops enough to feed their Kingdom for a few years, soldiers however weren’t as easy to come by. Sure, the Kingdom had enough men to protect its defences but to keep a war going they needed fresh new soldiers which was becoming harder to come by.

The King had come up with a plan, he had hoped it would call the Warlords bluff, create a break in the defence for him to get the upper hand but it had done the opposite. The King hoped that offering a peace treaty through marriage meant the Warlord would decline, him declining would have meant people potentially rebelling over him not accepting a peaceful way to resolve this. It was meant to be quite the tactful move on his part, but that had not been the case, there was no decline, in fact there was a counteroffer and King Regis was left with no choice but to accept as he didn’t want to be the one declining peace.

With word spreading about the peace between Kingdoms it was hard to back down, Regis had sent his daughter to the Warlord ahead of any preparations so they could meet one another before they would sign the treaty at the wedding. It had become the biggest topic of news since the start of the war.

Stupid father, what an idiot. Grumbling to herself as she looked out the window of her carriage, she had been sent with an escort into what was once enemy territory to have her first meeting with him. Looking back to when she was told she had remembered her anger, the fury and then tears. Her hand curled into a fist thinking back on it.

“Elise.” A gruff voice come from the doorway of her room, smiling up at her father she gestured him inside as she turned from the seat at her table.

“Father, is everything okay?”

“I have… managed to find a way of peace. A way to stop this long drawn out war.” Hesitating with his words as he stepped further inside the room pacing towards the window, he glanced at his daughter wondering how to approach the subject. “I have arranged something, to keep the peace I have… promised your hand to them.”

Snapping her head around to her father, the King, she frowned anger rising. “You did what!?” Slamming her book down against the table she was outraged, arranged marriages were common but it didn’t mean she had to like it. The idea of it was just not something that sat right with her and she had kind of hoped that she did not have to go through with something like that. Of course, she was wrong.

“It’s the only way. You will be leaving in a couple of days to go meet with him. There is no fighting against this.”

“COWARD!” Shouting her outrage as her father left quite quickly after breaking the news, she had thrown the book just as the door had shut behind him, narrowly missing him in the process. Clearly had had not wanted to stay much longer knowing it would only cause a fight.

Shaking her head from the memory she sighed heavily as she felt the carriage come to a stop, glancing back out the window the scenery was vastly different to Eorzia and she felt a pang of guilt for not saying goodbye to her father before she travelled. Looking at the carriage door as it opened, she was helped out of the carriage by a few soldiers that had accompanied her on the long ride. It had taken a couple of days to get here but the journey had been quite smooth, there had been no attacks throughout the whole journey which she found quite surprising.

Stretching her legs, it felt good to be out of the carriage, but the pit in her stomach began to rise as she realised who she was about to meet. Brushing out the creases in her dark blue dress she knew that there was no escaping this, she was about to meet this Warlord that she had heard quite the stories about. Maybe if I just run? Go into hiding? Could that be an option? Getting lost in her thoughts as she approached her impending doom the Princess began to think on ways she could potentially escape this fate her father had sealed for.

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Morganthyn - The Bridge of Skulls

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The King waited for his betrothed on the bridge of skulls. He sat atop a horse, armed and armoured as if he were expecting battle, a retinue of warriors five abreast behind him. The feeble rays of the sun that made its through the overcast clouds glinted off of the crown affixed his brow. In the gorge far below the dark waters of the Kazadun river churned and boiled as it cut its way through the mountains. His eyes searched the horizon, she would be here soon.

Ozragad was not sure himself why he had chosen this particular place for their first meeting. He could have met the convoy at their borders, he could have received her at his capital. But instead he had chosen the bridge. It was the only way to cross the river for twenty leagues in either direction. When the war had first turned against him, Ozragad had tore down all other bridges and fords along its course. It had been his great defensive line.

Am I in need of such defences today? The King thought to himself. No, perhaps I merely wish to frighten her.

The bridge was itself a frightening place. It was narrow, with almost no parapet and a perilous drop to the waters hundreds of feet below. That alone was enough to make the stomach churn, but the bride would have another meaning to a member of the Hydaelyn family. This was where he had slain Crown Prince Magnus and destroyed his army. After the battle he had ordered the river picked clean of corpses and had lined the bridge with the skulls of the fallen Eorzians, a warning to all those who entered his lands. One of those skulls could very well belong to her long dead ancestor.

Looking back it seemed crude, but in those early days of the war he had often let his rage get the better of him. He was older now, more cautious, tired. But still crude enough to try and scare some Eorzian girl I've bartered away my pride for?

It was true, he could feel his anger simmering away inside him at what he was forced to do. It had not been his idea, but his advisers had been correct. If Ozragad wanted her lands, then he must wed the girl. Pacts were made through blood, either on the battlefield or through marriage, not through words. But still he wished it had been the other way, that he had beaten Eorzia into surrender, he had come so close so many times.

It would not be though. His last war council had made that abundantly clear.

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The Council

High in the palace of Cirith Anyr, King Ozragad had held council with his generals and his advisers. It was coming to the end of winter, and they gathered to plan the campaigns of the King's armies come the spring. Their voices were raised in argument, echoing in the draughty stone chambers. The faces of dead Formori kings and queens loomed down at them from the shadows above.

"It cannot be done, we do not have the manpower to launch a second offensive front to the south."

Manawyndan, a stern man with close cropped iron grey hair and rasping voice stood his ground against a tide of dissent. He was the oldest and most trusted of Ozragad's generals, his preferred regent when the King was away on campaign. He spoke slowly and calmly. He was one of the few who had stood in this chamber when Ozragad had planned his first campaign. He had seen it all.

"Our garrisons at Northandur and Gurrandas are depleted as it is. If we open another front we leave our defences critically weakened. If we can't protect our supply lines any new offensive army is doomed."

"You have too little faith in your King, old man."

A young woman answered him, with a sneer of derision. Rhiathon, captain of the Ozragad's personal guard. She was one of the war's most ardent supporters on his council, and always favoured the most aggressive of actions.

"The Nemesis of Eorzia has beaten larger armies with fewer men! This war drags on because you shy away from bold strategy."

"Enough! Both of you!"

Ozgarad's voice cut through the arguing like a knife. His face was still, but his brow was furrowed and his eyes burned with fury. This council had been to help him find solutions to the problems he had been considering, none were forthcoming. He rose from his chair and began to pace the breadth of the room. He was not used to being so vexed when it came to crafting his plans for warfare.

"Manawyndan is correct, a second front to the south leaves us vulnerable to counter attack. I am looking for alternatives."

"Perhaps sire, The Mountain Clans to the north? Could we not pay them off to increase their raids against Eorzia? Force them to move their troops north, opening up the south for for us t-

Another of the younger generals spoke up this time, but Manawyndan shut him down before he could even finish.

"The clans are too unreliable. We did the same thing fifty years ago, they melted back into the hills after one defeat and that let the Eorzians trap us into that bloodbath outside of Tradeforth. Besides there is the matter of paying off the clans. Our treasury is not looking healthy. Our harvest was poor, and we will need to import food for some time yet. If this years harvest is as poor as the last we will need every coin to keep our people from starving."

"All the more reason to attack Ezoria! They have all the food we need, we just have to tak-"

"I said enough!"

Ozgarad roared at his council, his patience worn away. It was just the same argument going round in circles. They were spent, they could not continue the assault. But if they did not continue then the Eorzians would smell weakness and all the gains he had made would be lost and he would be pushed back into the mountains once more. There had to be some other way.

"Leave me. You are dismissed."

His generals and counsellors filed out of the chamber, until only the King and Manawyndan remained. A tense silence hung between them.

"I keep looking for a solution, some way to turn our predicament into advantage, as I have done a hundred times before. But I see nothing."

"We need time to heal, time to recover our strength."

"The Eozrians are hardly going to hand me that are they?"

A ghostly flicker of a smile passed over the old Formori generals face.

"There's an envoy on his way to the capital. They stopped him at the Tower of Rhudlan, one of my spies searched him during his confinement there. He is carrying a peace offering and a marriage pact between Your Highness and Regis's daughter."

Ozgarad's eyes bulged, the fire within them burned incandescently. His face contorted in rage for but a moment before he regained his composure. Manawyndan was as close to a friend as the King possessed, he knew that the old warrior had his reasons for raising such an insult to his pride.

"And what makes you think I would entertain such a ridiculous proposal?"

"Negotiating a settlement and a marriage will take months, there will be a betrothal period as well. All time for you to come up with a new plan without appearing weak. The marriage is the seal on the peace, no agreement is binding until you wed..."

It was all true, he could string them along for a few months with talk of peace in order to give his armies a chance to rest. He could even use it to lull them into a false sense of security and launch a surprise invasion. But Manawyndan was not finished.

"But you know, I have been thinking that going through with it could be even more advantageous."

"What!?"

"Just think about it. They probably weren't expecting you to accept this, its all posturing for the royal court, the Eozrians love their precious good reputation."

The old general laughed, his eyes gleaming as he began to unwind the schemes that he had been weaving in his head.

"She's one step away from the throne itself! She would make an excellent hostage should we go to war again. You could refill our treasury with her dowry, or better yet, claim it in fertile lands along our borders with which to feed our people and push the front line further into Eozria. But most of all, should anything befall Prince Ravus, she could be the heir to the entire Kingdom. As her husband, you could be King. If you produced an heir with her, they could rule both Morganyth and Eozria."

Manawyndan glanced away from a moment and seemed to draw back into himself, becoming grave. He approached his King and touched his arm lightly. Ozragad knew what he was going to say before he opened his mouth.

"Besides, its been more than long enough. The past is in the past, you need t-"

"You overstep yourself."

The hand withdrew from his royal person. The general lowered his eyes.

"Forgive me, sire."

Neither of them spoke for a minute, until the King turned to leave the room.

"When the envoy arrives bring him to me, I will have conditions to make."

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The King looked at his land as he waited for the Princess to arrive. The rocky scree slopes of the mountains, the black depths of the gorge, the few trees stunted and twisted by the wind and ash fall. Morganyth was smaller than Eorzia, poorer too, his people were fewer, every man lost was a greater blow for them than the Eorzians. For all his martial prowess, he could not win a war of attrition. If they do not have time to heal, then I will be King of nought but bones and ashes.

She was his chance to let them heal.

A horn sounded from one of the towers that flanked the side of the bridge that led deeper into his kingdom, she was here. A few moments later a carriage accompanied by armed guards rounded the bend, it came to a halt on the other side of the river.

"With me."

He took his herald and two of his guards with him as he rode out across to the Eorzian side. They stopped at the foot of the bridge. He let the herald announce him.

"King Ozragad of the House of Gwydion, King of Morganyth, Lord of all Fomori and Nemesis of Eorzia!"

Ozragad trotted his horse forward and got his first good look at the princess. He had met many of the Hydaelyn dynasty over his long years, but rarely in civil circumstances, and few of the fairer sex. She was pretty at least that was for sure. More mature than he had expected, but of course humans bloomed far quicker than Formori. Twenty five sounded like half a child to him, but this was a woman grown. The contrasts between them were stark, fair where he was dark, petite where he was tall. Even their colours, she in a blue dress while a blood red cloak billowed down the back of his armour.

He didn't smile, his eyes searched her face, looking for something. Weakness? Doubt? Fear?

"I am King Ozragad, you must be Princess Elise. I bid you welcome to my Kingdom."

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The bridge of skulls, an apt name when Elise began to look over the bridge blue eyes taking in the skulls lining it, no doubt her predecessors and soldiers that had fought in their wars. It did make her stomach churn, but that was because she remembered a tale of their Crown Prince Magnus who had been slain here in the battlefield. Prince Magnus was her fathers’ brother, he had no heirs, no line after him which meant after the battle and the news of him being slain her father had taken the crown. There had been no choice in the matter and a rather quick ceremony, the council members had seen it best as at least her father had heirs and a line to continue on.

It was quite the interesting meeting place, not what she would have picked but then as her father liked to remind her, she did not make the rules. What is this? Some sort of power play no doubt. Trying to scare me. Was he expecting a meek Princess? Trying not to scoff at her own thoughts as she looked at the soldiers that stood beside him, quite the defensive line and she could understand why their soldiers had quite the trouble pushing past this bridge.

No emotions graced her face, she kept herself composed and stood tall looking over the bridge down at the drop to the waters. A fall she doubted anyone could survive. This was the last bridge that allowed passage to Morganyth, a rather grim looking place in her eyes compared to Eorzia. Her own land was vast with crops, full of greenery and clean air which was quite surprising considering the amount of years it had been at war. Eorzia had secured many trade routes ensuring their Kingdom thrived even amidst the said war, but soldiers it was starting to lack.

Their council had mentioned as such in the past meeting, the one meeting that had sold her off. It was meant to be a strategy allegedly, that was what her brother had said. A way to keep up appearances their end, keep the nobilities on side and their trade deals with other Kingdoms. If it looked like they wanted peace it kept favour with them, pushed more to their side and cause in the war. It was always meant to be declined; everyone had assumed it would be declined but that had not been the case. IT caused quite the shock in their Kingdom but they couldn't back down.

Why they couldn’t just plan for another attack confused her surely, they had an advantage? Regardless it was not the case, instead she was now here. Meeting with her potential Husband. Perhaps he would not want to marry, and we can return to war? Although that would be quite dangerous seeing as I’ll be in enemy territory. No doubt some sort of hostage. Unless he turns back now?

Arrogance look at that. Watching him ride across the bridge she felt the knot in her stomach tighten, it was commendable that even facing their greatest nemesis she managed to keep composure. Not show one hint of fear. Maybe I should have worn black, it would have complimented their grim Kingdom and mourned my freedom.

“Treville.” Glancing back at the soldiers that had accompanied her as she commanded them, she signalled for one of them to move forward. The man who stepped forward was older, was old enough to at least be her father. Greying hair and beard he was rugged, worn and full of experience. Treville was dressed in royal blue robes, golden embroidery adorned his shoulders and a sword was strapped to his belt. Although dressed in fine clothing it was clear he was a soldier from the scar that ran down his cheek. Captain Treville was one of Eorzias finest, he was part of the Kings personal royal guard, but he had been sent with Princess Elise to ensure her protection.

The Captain had stepped forward, bowing his head out of respect to the Princess before taking his place standing just behind her. Treville had spent many a year in war, protecting the King as well as being a part of the council. There was a wealth of knowledge and experience in this man and that was one of the many reasons he had been sent on this mission, his mission was to keep Elise safe. If the treaty was broken or she held hostage that was when he was supposed to shine. To break her out, protect her and keep her alive.

Clearing his throat, he stood tall as he watched the enemy King ride the bridge, eyes narrowed as he kept his mouth shut watching the meeting between the two. This could go one of two ways; it could break out in an attempt to kill one another in which he had orders to drag the Princess back to safety. His hand itched towards his sword, but he kept himself composed, no matter how he felt he could not pose a threat.

What are you looking for? Her own eyes looked him up and down as he approached her on the other side of the bridge, a flicker of anger passed through her eyes but in a moment it had gone. She had composed herself once more not wanting him to feel like he had won this, not that there was anything to win right now.

Holding back the urge to roll her eyes as he welcomed her to his Kingdom, she felt her own heartbeat quicken as she looked up at him not even offering a smile. No courtesy, no acknowledgement on the fact he was a King. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance” not. Hesitating for a moment before addressing him once more, “I am Princess Elise Hydaelyn daughter of King Regis, and sister to the crown Prince Ravus of Eorzia.”

Raising her eyes as she looked towards the soldiers that had accompanied him, a part of her wanted to say something, something that probably wouldn’t help matters but she managed to keep her tongue. Just. Feeling a cool breeze pass them she frowned feeling the chill, the ride had been long and a part of her felt tired from it, but she still stood proud, afraid to show any kind of weakness to him.

“I thank you for such… the welcome to your Kingdom.” Pausing as she chose her words carefully, glancing down as she looked at her hand, she realised how disinterested it must have looked and quickly let it drop to her side looking at him once more. I’m going to end up killing myself here, you watch I’ll say the wrong thing.

Out the corner of her eye she saw Treville place his hand on the hilt of his sword as if ready to draw it, she knew that meant she was treading a fine line. She felt the anger once more rise, fire reaching her eyes as she despised the fact that she would have to do as she was told. Pale fingers curled into a fist biting her lip slightly before she let a sigh escape her lips, “Apologies your highness.” Bowing her head respectfully even though it killed her inside, “Apologies for the lack of enthusiasm, the journey has been quite long for myself and my men.” Gesturing to her own soldiers that had travelled this long way with her, she could see the slight nod from Treville meaning that she had done the right thing as much as she hated bowing to this enemy.

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The King did not find what he was looking for in Princess Elise Hydaelyn. She did not shrink away from him, hide behind her guards, or grovel and beg before him. He did not see the fear or weakness he had expected from her. There was none of the theatrics that most Eorzian women preformed when they happened to fall in his path, although granted the circumstances were rather different. In fact she was largely inscrutable, but for a moment, when he saw the flash of anger behind her pale blue eyes. He had not expected this, this steely composure in the face of the terror of her people. She is bold for a girl bartered away.

When she spoke she hardly looked at him, glancing down at her hand, almost as if he bored her, as if he were some inconsequential suitor she wished she could dismiss. No courtesy, no deference. That stirred something in Ozragad, he was not used to being met with disinterest. He felt is lip curl upwards with a sneer. Perhaps he should teach her a lesson when it came to Morganythian courtly manners. No, look closer, look at the others. Her guards were gathered close, the older one with the fierce scar on his cheek had his hand upon the hilt of his sword. They were afraid, they knew the danger they were walking into.

And then she broke. Not much, a dip of head, a spoken apology. Oh but the anger Ozragad saw in those eyes as she lowered them to him. She hates me almost as much as I have hated them. He wasn't surprised by that, and it didn't evoke anything within him. I would probably feel the same were I in her position. Let her be angry, so long as it did not interfere with his plans ans she did not show him flagrant disrespect, she could feel however she wished. It was no concern of his.

"There is no need to apologise, the road between your capital and mine is a long one... Your Highness."

Let him return courtesy with courtesy, there was no reason to make her despise him anymore than she already did. Besides he should consider his reputation amongst his own people. It was one thing for a King to be merciless to his enemies on the field of battle, it was another thing for a man to demean and disrespect his wife.

"We will not reach Cirith Anyr before nightfall unless we ride hard. My men and I will escort you the remainder of the way, these lands can be perilous to the unwary, especially during Ashfall. We should not delay."

His gaze lingered on the Princess as he went to turn his horse about and ride back over the bridge, the men had had brought with him began falling in line behind him. Then he hesitated, taken by a sudden unexpected urge. Once she was in his court there would be eyes everywhere, duties to attend to, they would rarely be alone, rarely have a chance to truly gauge each other's strength. He should do it now.

"Perhaps I might ride with you instead, Your Highness? Alleviate your boredom on this tedious journey. Surely, we should get to know each other and I know so little about you."

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Treville felt his body relax, just a little at the fact she had not insulted him so much he would wish to cut her down where she stood. As much as he was an experienced veteran spending most of his time in war, he had heard the fearsome stories of this King and he would not be surprised should the treaty not be signed. After all the Eorzians were under the impression the marriage would not go through, a part of him believed as such so he would ensure he was ready to whisk her out of danger.

It was hard not to feel some sort of curiosity toward him, her husband to be. A part of her had expected him to retaliate to her disrespect, her father would have but she had spent many a year fighting against him receiving ample punishment for her actions. Look at you now, sold away like a piece of meat. Just because I’m a lady, had I been a son I could have fought. The fights with her father had gotten her nowhere, it only fuelled her anger, fuelled her hatred towards men with power thinking that they owned her like she was property.

Watching as he responded to her, saying there was no need to apologise the anger started to simmer down and she started to uncurl her fist. He had been respectful, better than what she had been, and she felt a pang of guilt for being so disinterested. Was I too guarded? No. Perhaps I am simply playing into his plan.

“Thank you, your highness, for coming all this way to escort me and ensure I reach your Kingdom safely. It is greatly appreciated.” It did not surprise her when he spoke of his lands being perilous, it had been quite difficult for the Eorzians to survive such a land whilst in war with them. Nodding to him as she watched him turn, she turned her own back looking at her men who had began to move into place to continue on the ride. Treville had started ordering men back into position and he stood at the carriage door to open it and help the Princess inside.

Elise was about to return to her carriage, feeling the relief that she had somehow managed to smooth over her mistake but hearing his next words made her heart drop. “I…” Stumbling over her words for a moment she felt the hesitation, not ready for the option of him riding with her in her carriage. She couldn’t outright decline the request, that would be disrespectful, and she could not push her luck. Not yet. Turning to look at him once more she glanced at Treville who gave her the look of don’t even try it and she conceded.

Offering a smile to Ozraged she gave a nod; the smile did not reach her eyes, but she doubted he cared. This is all for appearances after all. “What a… wonderful idea.” Regaining her composure as she considered his words, tedious journey. Alleviate boredom. Either he was hinting towards the fact that he felt this was tedious or again she was no doubt overreacting. Taking Trevilles hand as he helped her into the carriage, she sat herself down feeling a bit concerned on what they would even talk about, get to know each other? Was it really necessary? Although maybe I could find a weakness, use it to barter for my freedom.

Fidgeting in her seat she closed her eyes composing herself, calm yourself down. Don’t get yourself into trouble. Maybe you can use this time to figure out a way of the marriage, but still keep peace? She began giving herself a pep talk, reminding herself that she should not show any sort of weakness to him. Turning to address the King she opened her mouth before frowning, she didn’t really know what to ask. In fact, she felt quite awkward, her fingers began to tap against the blue fabric of her dress before she finally spoke up “What’s your Kingdom like?” It was a good start for her, it might even be beneficial to gather an understanding of his Kingdom.

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That had thrown her off balance, Ozragad thought to himself with a sense of small satisfaction as he dismounted his horse and handed the reins over to one of his guards. He had seen her hesitation then, the glance for reassurance to her guards. She had regained her composure soon enough, but when they were alone, would she act so brave before him?

"Go ahead, I will have no further need of your services." He dismissed his herald and the two guards with a wave of his gauntlet covered hand, took one final look over the edge of the bridge into the rushing depths below, and casually walked over to the opened carriage door. As he climbed inside he fixed his eyes of molten gold on the older guard with the scarred face, the one the Princess had glanced to so conspicuously before. Try anything, and I will open her throat before she can scream. He did not want the game he was playing interrupted by an ill advised assassination attempt.

As he took his seat opposite the Princess the door swung shut behind them, the driver lashed the reins, the carriage began to roll forward over the chasm. To sit comfortably Ozragad had to unbuckle his sword belt, he did so slowly, deliberately. When he had removed it he lay it carelessly his lap in full view of Elise. His hand sat resting near the top of the scabbard, his fingers drumming against the leather coated wood, the hilt easily within his grasp. Waiting.

Her hands were busy also, fidgeting with the edge of her dress. She is nervous now we are alone. Perhaps he should be the one to speak first. Perhaps it would be better to let her sweat and suffer his silence. She turned towards him, frowned in thought or concentration. She is considering her words carefully, she thinks before she acts. Finally her lips parted and she asked him a question. What was his Kingdom like? A neutral question, not quite a banality, but not searching for personal secrets or intimate knowledge. A useful question for a foreigner like herself, but perhaps a thorny one for him.

He turned away from her and looked out of the carriage window, considering his own response. They had past the towers that held the Morganyth side of the bridge and were travelling up a rocky windswept valley to mountain pass that would eventually take them to his capital. Scree slopes of shale tumbled down from the peaks to either side, clumps of hardy twisted birch trees grew in the shelter of the larger boulders, budding for the arrival of spring. The base of valley was taken up by stream that trickled down to meet the Kazadun and open areas of brown grassland and bracken. On a hillside, a lone figure stood by a flock of small dark fleeced sheep, they watched the procession below with interest. When he finally spoke his voice was deep, sonorous.

"Much of it is as you see before you, mountain and moorland. On the southern coasts it turns to salt marsh and if you go too far north the mountains grow higher and are crowned with ice. Beyond Cirith Anyr are the Ashlands and mountains of fire, they are... difficult... to comprehend if you have not seen them with your own eyes. As for my city... you will see it soon enough."

Ozragad's lip curled with a faint smile at that. There wasn't much beauty in the harshness of his land, but he was proud of what the Formori had built at Cirith Anyr, in spite of the bitter memories he associated with it. The he felt the flicker of his rage when his mind retraced those old wounds from his past, carelessly resurrected by an idle thought and a woman's presence. How different his life might have been if Morganyth had been green, if they had just a sliver of what the Eorzian's squandered. Is she mocking me? Making me spell out the meanness of my Kingdom to make light of our inferiority. His face set into stone.

"I understand from my time in Eorzia that it does not compare favourably." He looked at her directly then, would she agree him with, or try to play false modesty? He decided to press her further, provoke her.

"The countryside around the capital is especially pleasant I recall, but you must have grown up in the palace correct? How does it look now? I haven't lain eyes on the interior since it burned. Did they remodel? I always found the frescoes in the royal bedchamber too gaudy for my preference."

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Hearing the door shut behind him was deafening to her, it felt like she was locked in. Trapped with her fate and she couldn’t help but watch him. Elise could feel her heart hammering away, being stuck in this carriage with him was not exactly what she had in mind. Feeling rather uneasy as she watched him unbuckle his belt it sent quite a few dark thoughts running through her mind. Stop it, stop overreacting, he wouldn’t dare do anything unless you give reason too. Fingers played with the hem of her dress, finding comfort in fiddling with the expensive fabric.

Turning to the window when he had taken a look outside, she waited for his response to her earlier question, it felt strange to be going so far into a foreign land. The land itself was extremely different to her own and what she had grown up around, but she had barely left the palace. Elise had been quite the sheltered Princess, but that was because her father feared letting her out of the confines of the palace worried she'd get kidnapped or assassinated. Listening to his description of his land she continued to look out the window letting the scenery accompany his words, building a better for her about his Kingdom. I guess it has its own beauty, the mountain of fire however sounds interesting. I can’t picture such a thing.

Looking over at him she caught glimpse of a faint smile, he was proud of his land and even though it differed to her own he should be proud of such a thing. She would have been proud too if she was in his own shoes and she accomplished as such. “It’s quite admirable what your people have down with the land, considering.” There was no hint of her words being malicious, it was a genuine compliment. One that she felt would be the only compliment she would make whilst here, but she could not deny that his people had done well considering how dead the land itself looked to her.

Leaning back in the carriage she watched him once more, his next words irking her, provoking her and she almost retaliated without thinking first. Almost. “I suppose I could be modest about my own land however Eorzia is very much blessed in every way.” There was no need to be fake with him, he knew she didn’t like him so why pander to him? Why should I play fake modesty to stroke your ego? “Our countryside is exquisite; we are blessed with plenty of crops each year that our people harvest. Lands of various greens, flowers consistently in bloom and the fresh air has done wonders. It’s hard to imagine our Kingdom was at war with how peaceful the countryside could be. Perhaps you’ll enjoy a visit seeing as my dowry comes with land.” She wasn’t stupid, although her father had not told her what the price for her had been, she had found out herself, sneaking a look at the letters that had been exchanged regarding her fate.

The Kings next words however did hit a nerve with her, the fire returned in her blue eyes and the fabric she had once been fiddling with was now scrunched up beneath her fingers as her hand curled into a fist. “I can’t comment on it’s past interiors, maybe you did it a favour by burning it? Maybe not. However, the palace is like a work of art, although I highly doubt your taste levels agree with ours.” Looking him up and down as she clearly questioned his own taste with her words, her own pride getting in the way of what might have been a more sensible response to him.

[Kassarock]

At first Ozragad thought he had misjudged her, that he had misread what he had thought as anger in her eyes when they had spoken outside. She seemed sincere in her praise for his Kingdom, and implicitly his rule. Maybe I am being unfair to her, reading my own feelings instead of hers. But as she continued he saw that he had not been wrong. She did not bend to propriety but rather waxed lyrical about the 'exquisite' countryside, she belittled the war he was the chief architect of, and revealed that she knew of the additional price that Ozragad has set on peace - that he coveted the lands of Eorzia. All the while, a clenched fist held to her side.

He could feel his own rage building behind his stony exterior. Her own land? Hardly, the Eorzian's were all thieves at heart. Squatters on the birthright of his people, deserving of whatever he unleashed upon them. Sometimes he thought he'd rather burn all the forests and fields of that land than see it under the thumb of another. He was preparing to let his own tongue off of its leash, but her parting barbs caught him completely by surprise.

Perhaps I did a favour by burning it? Ozragad stared at her for a moment, not quite believing what he had heard her say. Then she disparaged his aesthetics, and looked him up and down like he was some kind of uncouth peasant. He could honestly not remember the last time someone had spoken to him in such a way. He could not help it.

The King laughed.

It was a low throaty chuckle, one that rumbled deep down in the hollow of his chest. It was absurd more than anything, a girl almost completely in his power, whom he had centuries of experience upon, commending him for an atrocity he had committing against her own Kingdom whilst simultaneous reprimanding him for his sense of dress? He looked out of the carriage window again as he quieted himself down, watching the desolate landscape outside roll by. When he was silent the rattle of the carriage and sound of the horseshoes against the road surface filled the quiet.

"So you know the price I set for this peace then? My own slice of your 'exquisite' countryside. Frankly you are an afterthought to me, a necessary complication fostered upon me by your family so I do not simply break my word and resume the war at my convenience. Although I fear your father may have overestimated my commitment to my honour."

He leaned in closer to her, a malicious glint his burning eyes. Let them drop this pretence, he would say what he had been thinking over all these days of having envoys come and go. What he had been thinking of on the ride out pick up his betrothed.

"You really are lucky that you are here as my bride not my prisoner. I would not have tolerated the insolence that came out of your mouth otherwise. You are not what I was expecting."

[sukikyoufu]

Watching as he laughed at her comments it only angered her more, how dare he! This was not funny, and nor did she find it funny at all. It was hard not to show her outrage at him laughing but when he had stopped, she found herself watching him and she folded her arms when he spoke once more. Afterthought? Of course, I should never be surprised. Women are always an afterthought when it comes to these matters. It disgusted her and as much as she tried to keep herself composed the look of disgust did cross her face for a fleeting moment.

Feeling her stomach churn from the uneasy road and catching the malicious glint in his eyes put her on edge, when he leaned in she found her back firmly against the back seat of the carriage as if it would put anymore distance between them. She felt her heart in her chest as she listened to his words, her heart was racing, and she couldn’t help the fleeting moment of fear that crossed her eyes. Gripping her dress tighter her knuckles turned white from the effort, but she did not back down.

“Afterthought, I’m flattered you even thought of me at all.” Clearing her throat slightly as she found her voice, it was clear he had frightened her, and she hated the idea that he knew he could potentially frighten her. “I’m used to it; I may as well consider myself a glorified prisoner. Had I been born a different gender our meeting may have been different. Perhaps on a battlefield even.” Tearing her eyes away from him she returned to looking out the window, she had always been an afterthought to her father, the council and even her brother. All women were in this day and age, “But here I am, sold off to the highest bidder.”

Flinching at the fact he would not have tolerated the insolence should she be his prisoner and not a bride she already knew she was treading that fine line again, when will I learn to keep my mouth shut? Letting out a shaky breath she shook her head, her hand uncurled from the fist and she gently rubbed her fingers against her forehead soothing the headache that was forming whilst she took the time to consider her next words. “I overstep myself; I suppose you can look at it as a weakness of mine. I am bold when it comes to opinions and will often talk freely even at my own expense.” It had caused her plenty of trouble and she was sure it would continue to do so, a part of her wished Treville had been in here. He was wise when it came to these matters and how to phrase things in the right manner.

It wasn’t an actual apology what she had said, but she felt it was close enough to ease any sort of tension. Probably not for him, but she could acknowledge herself when she was stepping on thin ice. It didn’t surprise her in the least at the comment that she had not been what he was expecting, but it did beg the question as to what he had been thinking she would be like. “What exactly were you expecting from the Princess of Eorzia?” Please tell me we are nearly there, before I get myself killed.

[Kassarock]

"I will grant you are bold, bold enough for the battlefield. But I doubt you would have wished to meet me there either."

Ozragad sometimes forgot the ways of the human kingdoms like Eorzia, their strange rules regarding the roles that women could take their societies. They were not allowed to fight or hold offices of state, they were passed over for succession and denied inheritance. Things were different amongst the Formori, if he had turned away half of those who wished to fight him he would never have been able to build armies large enough to challenge his much more populous neighbour. Succession amongst their great houses of his kind was cognatic, the eldest child inherited regardless of their sex, and their names were passed down through the mother's line.

His own mother had been Queen in her own right before he had ascended to the throne. He was King Ozragad of the House of Gwydion through her line, not his father's. Gwydion had been the family name of his Grandmother, she had brought it with her to Morganyth when she had been driven from the green lands when she had been only a girl. Perhaps the Hydaelyn girl did not know this was the case, she had never seen a Formori succession, they were all ancient history to her.

Ozragad had always viewed human women with disdain, weak and pitiful things who he only really encountered when they flung themselves before him to beg for mercy. But at the pain in the Princess's voice and the loathing he could feel not just for him but for her own family, he realised that their passivity was not necessarily a choice they had wished for. He had never really though on it before.

That was what he had been expecting from her of course, passivity, weakness, fear.

His thoughts were tinged with regret, his eyes dropped away from hers. His rage coiled back in on itself, the fire was banked once more. Is that what I had wanted? Some frightened mouse trained to cringed away from me at my every motion? Is that really who I am? His war was over for now, he didn't have to play the conquering tyrant with his every breath, though sometimes it seemed like he had never been anything else.

Yes she had been angry and impudent, and yes he would not have suffered that in anyone else, but maybe had grown to used too his autocracy. It had been a hundred years since had been civil with another monarch, since etiquette had demanded he treat another as his equal. The Princess was the closest he had experienced to that such a long time, perhaps he had forgotten how to behave politely. A century of war could do that to any man, even you. You are not immutable Ozragad.

"It is no matter who I was expecting, we would find each other complete strangers either way." With that he lapsed into an uneasy quiet, gazing out of the window of the carriage. They rolled up the mountain road towards the pass between two peaks. He found himself drumming his fingers against his sword again, he stopped himself. He should say something, anything, so as not to waste this whole journey in sullen silence.

"We will keep the ceremony to a minimum upon our arrival at the palace. There will be formal presentation of you at court the next morning and a banquet that evening." He suddenly became away of how alone they were in the carriage, a frown crossed his face. "You are completely alone besides your guards? No ladies-in-waiting, no chambermaids?"

[sukikyoufu]

Who was I expecting? To me he is a tyrant, someone that has caused great pain to my country, but then my own country has done the same. This peace would be great for both, but at what cost? A life full of duty, married off? Is that all I am good for? Sighing to herself as she watched the scenery pass by from the window the mountain pass catching her eye. The mountain pass itself was nestled between two peaks and the road seemed to lead down it, but it had caught her eye because in Eorzia they had no such paths and Elise was curious still comparing the two Kingdoms in her head.

The silence had become quite uncomfortable, she felt quite odd sitting with him in this carriage and it was hard for her not to fidget in one way or another. Whether it was with the hems of her dress, a shuffle of her feet she just couldn't relax. A part of her had wanted to get some rest as the journey had been quite long, it was not easy to rest on the road especially with a Captain not really wanting to stop in case of danger. Hearing him speak up again she looked at him once more, it was small talk to her, but she did appreciate it as it was far better than the awkward silence until the topic of her staff was mentioned. “Ah…” Hesitating on the subject of how alone she was had come up, should I be truthful? Considering her options for a brief moment before she decided a little truth could not hurt. “You probably won’t like the reasoning behind it, it was necessary according to my father.”

Shaking her head slightly she avoided his gaze, she didn’t want him to see the disappointment in her eyes when she spoke of her father. Regardless on her own feelings showing them to an enemy was not the best idea and she didn't want him to use a family disconnect as a way to win a war. “His arrogance knows no bounds; he seems to think that you will not go through with this marriage. That you will take me as a prisoner. It would be a waste of resource.” Waving it off like it was nothing, although she spoke with confidence inside, she was still hurt by her father’s actions. “Plus, he didn’t want to give you a reason to accuse us of spying.”

The ceremony would be small which she was thankful for, the less people around meant less pressure and she was less likely to outwardly insult anyone. Although I would much prefer sleep, this is important. I wonder how they will receive me; they could harbour hatred towards me. Much like I had towards him. “I do not mind taking care of myself if that’s easier for you” Raising her hand it moved to her neck rubbing it gently, being stuck in a carriage for days had left her quite stiff and she could not wait to be free of it.

“Are there rules you wish me to abide by? For instance, am I to be confined to a room? Or am I allowed to explore?” Still rubbing her neck, she looked back over at him as she asked the last question, she hated being confined but she knew she’d have to abide by the rules set out for her. For a moment a brief look of worry had slipped through her mask that she was trying to keep up, but it passed as quickly as it had happened and her hand dropped back into her lap smoothing out the crease in her dress from her anger earlier in a bid to keep herself calm.

[Kassarock]

So they had expected him to throw her into a cell the second she was in his power? And still they had sent her into Ozragad's hands? He had thought Regis to merely be naive and foolish when they had made the peace offering, but he had not considered them so callous, cruel even. What sort of father sends his own child into the jaws of trap willingly and knowingly? He thought back to his own dreams of fatherhood, from so long ago, the old wounds stung still but he did not shrink away from the memories. I would never have even considered doing such a thing, not to someone precious to me... not to her.

The King looked at the Princess Elise Hydaelyn again, regarding her in a new light. He had thought all that hate in her eyes had been solely reserved for him, but now he understood otherwise. Ozragad doubted that she would have been happy sold to any man not of her choosing, but to him? Feared merciless tyrant, with full knowledge her family expected abuse and cruelty at his hands? A better reason to despise the world than most.

He guessed it lay with him. Did he want to be the man they all believed him to be, or was he better than that? Stop it. Do not let this accursed sentimentality get in the way of what needs to be done. I shall reclaim our lands one way or another, otherwise it was all for nothing. Ozragad steeled himself once more, pushing any feeling back down into the deepest depths of his heart. It was true, she was only a tool of his ambitions, nothing more. But there was no need to abuse his tools.

"Well, it did cross my mind." He let his reply hang in the air, unclear whether he was responding to her father's suspicions regarding his intentions or whether Ozragad had merely expected her to bring spies into his palace.

"My Chamberlain can find some suitable women to attend you." The cold and cynical part of his brain was doing his thinking now. This is a boon for me, I can now place my own people around her, watch her night and day. She looked worried for a moment then as she smoothed out a crease in her dress, had she guessed his thoughts? He leaned back in his seat, tried to relax his brow and look genial. Not the easiest task for one so prone to brooding as he.

"You will be confined to the palace for the time being. The upper city should be safe enough, but you will require permission should you wish to visit there, I will have my own guards escort you." He paused for a moment to think, was that a good idea? There were plenty of Ashlander nobility in the upper city who already despised the peace. Then again, there were Ashlanders in his armies and guards who despised the peace as well, and they would be the palace itself. He would have to pick the men he assigned to guard her carefully.

"As for the palace there are areas that are politically and... personally... sensitive. The cells below the Hall of Justice contain prisoners convicted of spying for Eorzia for example, it would not be good idea to go visiting there. My Council Chamber is closed to you also for the time being, as are my Royal Apartments. I doubt it would do either of our reputations much good if you were seen to be visiting my chambers before we are wed.

[sukikyoufu]

Crossed his mind? Spies? Being thrown into a cell? It was hard to read him, but it was safe for her to assume he could have expected all options. Being a King, you must expect the unexpected, you can’t underestimate anyone, or it could be your demise. It was a depressing and no doubt exhausting consistently thinking on such things, but it couldn’t be helped. Underestimating someone had been the downfall of him, Athos the deceased younger brother of the Hydealyn line. It pained her father to this day to talk of him, so he was barely mentioned anymore. It was as if he never existed. Athos had been killed because he had not been cautious of someone that had gotten awfully close to him, they had wormed their way into his heart and stabbed him in the night killing him. It had been quite the blow to Eorzia.

“Thank you, that is very kind of you to do so.” Offering a polite smile when he had stated he would find people to attend to her, she expected he would. It’s probably a win for you, watching my every move. I would have done the same in your position. Pondering her thoughts on what kind of reception she would receive from his people, there had to be some hatred. She was a foreign Princess and she knew that envoys of opposing countries received quite the amount of scorn when in another country.

Considering his words as he mentioned he would have his own guards escort her she had opened her mouth to argue but stopped when she thought more on the words. Her own guards could cause quite the stir, if they were about in the foreign city their safety couldn’t be guaranteed which could be a reason as to why he had said his own guards to escort her. “I would like to visit the upper city, when you deem it acceptable of course. I am curious to your land, your Kingdom. It’s incredibly different to what I have grown up with and it would only be respectful to your people if I learn about your customs and lands.” Plus, I hate being confined anywhere.

Leaning on her hand as he continued the rules, outlining where she could go, she nodded. It was pretty standard, his own palace had areas she was not allowed much like hers back home. “Understandable, I will do my best to abide by that.” Stifling a yawn behind her hand she didn’t want to come across rude, he wasn’t boring her she was just tired from the journey. Sighing inwardly, she knew the day was not even close to being over and it would be hard to rest in new surroundings, well it was hard not to worry someone would come by and kill her in the night.

“How many people are in attendance to this ceremony? You mentioned it was going to be small so I can assume it won’t be a long affair?”

[Kassarock]

Ozragad watched as the Princess covered her yawning mouth with one slender white hand. Was he boring her? No, it had been a long journey for her, at least three days already. They may not have even stopped properly the night before last when they entered the marches. She must be tired. He would give her a chance to rest before they arrived at Cirith Anyr. It would probably be the best for both of them frankly, he already had plenty to consider from their conversation thus far.

"My regent must return my seal of office when we arrive. The wider court will be in attendance but you will not have to speak with them, that can wait until tomorrow." He looked out of the carriage window once more, they had crested the mountain pass he saw, the road ahead of them led back down into a wider but more desolate valley than the last. The trees were fewer, the grass patchier. Though the mountain tops were still mostly composed of rock, the soil seemed sandier and had a distinctly greyish tinge. Now was as good a time as any to take his leave. Ozragad thumped twice on the roof of the carriage, signalling for the driver to stop.

"I can see you are tired. It would be wise to rest to now, you shall still have a few hours before we arrive at Cirith Anyr. I will take my leave, Your Highness." When the carriage came to a halt he pushed open the door and stepped out. Further down the road his men had noticed the delay and were turning to face the Eorzian entourage. He gestured to them to bring his horse up for him as he re-buckled his sword belt around his armoured waist. I think that went surprisingly well, considering the fact we both openly provoked and insulted each other on our first meeting.

When they brought his horse back around he remounted swiftly, glancing back over his shoulder once to see if he could catch the eye of the Princess with his own smouldering gaze before he rode off. So long as they both understood she was just a tool to used, his schemes would ultimately be realised, he was sure of that. Ozragad felt he had gotten the better of her in that encounter, his power over her would only grow once she was in the palace surrounded by his own people.

They rode onward. Ozragad took the point of a wedge of his soldiers in front of the carriage and the Eorzian guards as they made their way back down from the mountain pass. The wind that blew in down the valley and rippled through his long unbound hair smelled faintly of brimstone. In the distance he could see a pall of smoke hanging above the horizon. One of the fire mountains must be erupting, there would be a heavy ashfall tonight. They should hurry, darkness would come earlier with the ash. He spurred his horse forward.

For sometime they travelled onward through the barren landscape, the brooding clouds drawing nearer and nearer. At the end of the valley they came to river, smaller and gentler than the Kazadun, the road split in two there. One branch continued out across a low arched bridge and off into a seemingly endless grey plain beyond - the Ashlands. The other branch swung north, along the meandering course of the river, tracking it to its source. That was the path they chose.

Not long now... The night was closing in fast, but before them he could see the great mountain beneath which the hidden city of Cirith Anyr was concealed. As they approached the gates, Ozragad felt something softly fall upon his forehead. It felt like a snowflake, but with none of the cold. He raised a hand to wipe it away, the fingers came back smudged. Ash. He stared up into the sky and watched as the ashfall began, the flakes dancing down from the leaden sky above.

The river split before them, the larger part came boiling out of a low cave beneath a high rocky cliff. The other half was a narrow stream that tumbled down from the mountains and ran along the bottom of the cliff face to join the flow they had followed up from the crossroads. This narrow stream was bridged also, but it did not lead to another valley or vista beyond - it lead directly into the cliff side. A great gateway had been carved there, rudimentary battlements and towers protruded from the rock face, and two long red banners fluttered to either side of the open gates.

These were gates to Cirith Anyr. He was home.

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[sukikyoufu]

Would that be rude? Not to speak to them. It’s probably a safer option, I barely managed to smooth over insulting the King. It was a relief to know that she did not have to address them, not tonight. The journey had been long, and she had never been on the road for so long before, there were parts of her body she never knew could hurt. There had been times when the carriage felt so confining, no air as well as the feeling of being claustrophobic something she had not experienced before being on the road.

Was it that obvious? Meeting his gaze as he spoke of her being tired, thankfully he was using that as an opportunity to leave the carriage and she could be on her own once more. She felt a rush of relief because she could take the time to get some rest whilst feeling safe surrounded by her guards, it wouldn’t be the same when she was in his palace. His home. Watching as he left the carriage, she felt a huge amount of pressure leave, sighing outwardly as she slumped down in the carriage not realising just how much effort that had taken.

Safely back on her own in the carriage she looked out of the window only to catch his gaze before riding off, she felt the anger once more. Her gut instinct telling her that she might just have lost her first battle against him, but she had to remind herself that was okay. Perhaps he will underestimate me. Scoffing she threw herself back onto the chair folding her arms as she refused to watch him lead the charge, various emotions coursing through her as she closed her eyes grumbling about him being a fool.

“Stupid, arrogant… maybe I’ll just run from the palace. Watch that peace crumble. Get myself killed, then there would be no worry” Grumbling to herself as she felt the cool wooden wall of the carriage as she leaned against the fine wood. It was hard to settled as she could feel every ache in her body, the stiffness of her shoulders but exhaustion had won. Amidst her grumbles her body started to relax, once folded arms began to fall to her side. The slow rise and fall of her chest as she finally got some rest, dreams of the future plaguing her sleep.

“Gah!” Opening her eyes with a start as Elise frowned glancing around the carriage looking for the cause to her waking. There had been a bump in the road, and it had woken her with a start but for a moment she had panicked. Tutting to herself as she rubbed her neck scolding herself for being stupid, she glanced out the window looking at the brooding clouds that were looming above them. How long was I asleep for? Rubbing her eyes pale fingertips brushed against her cheeks noting they were quite warm, shaking her head she looked back out of the window taking in the new scenery to distract herself.

“That’s not snow.” Whispering to herself as she saw white flakes fall from the sky, a part of her had thought for a moment it could have been, but she remembered how this land was near volcanic activity. She was certain of it. Blue eyes caught sight of the gates; eyes widened at how they looked. It was magnificent in its own regard, but yet it terrified her. No… I should not be here. I should have run when I had the chance. Her stomach churned as she couldn’t look away from the gates, the red banners fluttering away in the wind and she felt she had arrived at her doom.

Feeling the carriage come to a halt her hand went to her mouth, for a split second she had felt like she was going to throw up, but she kept composure. Feeling her stomach still churn away she took a moment in the carriage before she would emerge, she heard the door open no doubt Treville was waiting to help her out, but she just couldn’t. Not yet.

“Your highness.”

Smoothing out her curls as she heard the hiss of Treville urging her to leave and she sighed, there was no going back. Her stomach had not settled fully but she could work with it, ensuring that she stood tall and proud, fully composed she left the carriage taking Trevilles hand as he helped her out. It felt so strange taking her first steps on foreign land, something she had never imagined herself doing. Looking up at Ozragad she bowed her head politely knowing that whilst in his land she did have to be respectful. Elise however did not speak for fear of her stomach betraying her, even though the Princess was quite fair her complexion was paler than usual.

[Kassarock]

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Morganyth - Cirith Anyr

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They emerged from the long darkness of the tunnel and into the perpetual twilight of the great cavern of Cirith Anyr, last of the cities built by the the Formori before the arrival of humans. The enormous cave, large enough to house a whole city, had been carved out over the course of thousands if not millions of years by the river that trickled through its base - the Anyrun. A stone bridge stretched over its course to link the side they stood on to the city that rose towering above across the water.

The whole city was built into the far wall of the cavern, a great steep sided natural ziggurat of rock face that had been carved into level upon level of stepped terraces. Bound by three dividing walls, the city was separated out into lower and upper districts, with the palace sitting atop the whole edifice. Outside of the lowest of these walls the floor of the cavern was planned and managed as well. The river was crossed with dams and weirs, turning it into a series of deep ponds and pools. There were even fields of a sort by its bank, cultivating fungi and tubers, which needed little light to thrive.

The architecture of the city was varied. The houses and squat towers of the lower city were plain and utilitarian, reminiscent of the construction of the fortifications which had guarded the entrance to this secret haven. This section of the city was the newest, hurriedly thrown up the days of his great grandfather to accommodate the rush of refugees that come here to seek shelter from the threat of humanity. Those refugees had gone on to become the everyday citizens of Cirith Anyr, those who made up his armies and operated the workshops and factories that the Morganyth war effort relied up.

High above the lower city the great walls of the upper city loomed, draped in Ozragad's red banners. These had once been the original walls of the city, the buildings they hid were finer and more delicate than those below. Fluted towers, great domed halls, and arched colonnades stretched along the edges of the terraces. This was the old city of the Formori, the last of their ancient stronghold that they still clung to. It spoke of a very different culture than the one which had built the cyclopean defences at the mouth of this cave. A culture that had once loved beauty for its own sake and had indulged in whimsical flights of fancy.

And crowning it all, glowing with ethereal white-blue light, was Ozragad's palace. Its elegant ivory spires almost seemed to hover like a mirage in the gloom of the cavern, disconnected from dark grey stone of the natural rock. It was an illusion of course, the palace had merely been built of white marble, enhanced with the magic of the glowing moon crystal that was set into its facade. It was not as large as the palace in Eorzia, Ozragad knew that, but he had always thought the craftsmanship that went into it was of a far higher standard. The Formori had spent hundreds of years carving every surface with ornament and detail, transforming bare stone into scenes so real they almost had a life of their own. He had seen reliefs of stone forests that swayed with the breeze, stone fish that leapt and swam in their stone waters. It was beautiful.

He envied the Princess for a moment then, see this for the first time, untainted by the past.

They brought their horse to a stop whilst still on the far side of the Anyrun. Horses could deal with the narrow, twisting, and often stepped streets of Cirith Anyr well enough, but the Princess's carriage would not be able to do the same. One of her guards had dismounted and opened the door of the carriage. She took his hand and emerged, bowing her head to Ozragad when she did. Good, she knows how to play at being dutiful at least.

"Princess Elise Hydaelyn of Eorzia, this is my capital. This is Cirith Anyr."

[sukikyoufu]

Casting her eyes over the capital Cirith of Anyr it was kind of mesmerising, she had never seen such a thing before. Although it was dark compared to Eorzia it held such a beauty of its own, even though there was barely any greenery she could see the fields by the riverbank harbouring what she could only assume was fungi thriving in the darker setting. Comparing it to her own city the architecture was vastly different, it seemed basic in places, but it was almost like a secret city nestled within this cave giving it quite the mysterious aura to her.

It was quite a lot to take in, the secret city within the cave. The somewhat darker feel of the city, but it radiated power and history. The curious side of her wanted to know more, she wanted to explore the city as she was certain she would never see anything like this again. It was hard not to admire it’s beauty, although Eorzia was different with more aesthetically pleasing gardens, greenery and sun this city had it’s own beauty.

Looking up at the glowing castle it was hard to miss, it was the shinning beacon of the city and the white-blue light gave it such a royal feel. That was clearly the palace, the ivory spires and elegance that oozed from it she couldn’t picture any other place being his home. A part of her envied how the palace seemed to glow, as much her own home was elegant and stunning it didn’t have that glow to it. It was simply amazing, but her thoughts turned bitter at admiring the city. I highly doubt I’ll be leaving this place, not alive anyway. That thought alone sent shivers up her spine as she felt she was entering her demise here.

Lost in her thoughts her eyes were darting around the place, taking in everything she could see. It took a couple of minutes before she had realised Ozragad had addressed her. Snapping out of her thoughts she looked at Treville who had cleared his throat to grab her attention so she didn't completely embarrass herself or insult anyone. Elise felt herself inwardly cringe at the realisation she had ignored the King, composing herself she turned to face him offering a small smile which did not reach her eyes. Thankfully that sickness feeling has passed so she wasn't too fearful to talk.

“My apologies, Cirith Anyr is breathing in its own way. I’ve never seen something like this before, it’s… quite a lot to take in.” Taking a look back at her carriage she could see her men preparing it to be stored somewhere, it didn’t look like it could go any further into the city so no doubt they were placing it somewhere for safe keeping for when needed in the future. If it would be needed. A part of her still focused on the negative, the idea that she would never leave this place and how she was now trapped.

“Your palace, it glows. I’m assuming the marble plays a part in that?” The only material she had ever seen so white was marble and their own palace had room crafted with such material, but it didn’t glow. Not like his palace. Moving forward slightly she saw Treville move slightly behind ready to protect her from any sort of attack, it was a possibility that could happen she didn’t completely trust his intentions.

[Kassarock]

The Princess did not respond to what he had said. Another time it would have chafed his pride being ignored so, but her slight to his person was really a only compliment to his city and those who had built it. He waited patiently until her guardsman prompted her to respond. She performed another smile, playing the charade now they were once again in public view. He could still sense the loathing that lay beneath it.

"It has that effect on what few visitors we receive, and you are correct, the marble reflects the glow of the Lleuad Craig - the Moon Crystal. These caves are rich in it, that was why my people first came to dwell here, long ago now."

He too also gazed up at the city, but when Ozragad looked down he saw the tension in her guards, their readiness to spring to her defence. As if he would butcher them on his doorstep instead of hours previous on the road. If I wanted you dead I would have trapped you on the bridge and rained arrows down from afar. Why did I bother telling her all that? What is the point in telling her the history of my people, she will always just see me as a monster.

He was about to ask if she could ride saddle side, it would be more convenient than arranging for a palanquin to be brought down from the palace above (the majority of his stables were kept on this side of the river), when a noise from across the water made him pause. The gates to the lower city rolled open and a possession of the city watch and several individuals on horseback emerged. Some were already carrying a palanquin upon their shoulders. Even at this distance he recognised one of the mounted figures as Manawyndan. Ozragad frowned, the returning of his seal and the ending of the regency normally happened in the palace courtyard, what was he doing here?

"Excuse me." The King lashed his reins and rode off onto the span of the bridge to meet the Manawydan's party before they arrived on its far side. He wanted to have this conversation out of the Princess's earshot, if something had happened in his absence he wanted to know before she did, I must stay in control of this situation.

He reached Manawyndan and the guards within a minute, mostly city watch and not the soldiers of the palace guard he quickly saw. With the grizzled and grey old general was the captain of the watch, another stout old soldier who had been a fine commander in his day. He had taken a wound on one of Ozragad's battlefields, it had left him half a cripple, bound with leg brace and a limping gait. Tiernon he was called. At his approach Manawyndan dismounted, knelt before the King's horse briefly and then proffered the signet ring that bore Ozragad's seal. The King took it from his hand.

"I relieve of your duty as regent, my servant Manawyndan." Ozragad intoned formally before relaxing voice to continue. But this could have waited until we arrived at the palace, why are you here? Tell me what's happened." Manawyndan cleared his throat with a cough, he looked somewhat nervous. His eyes kept glancing off to the side, clearly it was not good news.

"I thought it would be best to meet you outside of the city, sire. Things are somewhat... tense at moment. Ozragad narrowed his eyes.

"What exactly do you mean by tense?"

"Well, sire," he was stalling, it must be bad. The day before yesterday a delegation from the Ashlander clans arrived, a large one. Some of their men were drinking a taverna in the lower city. Some of Lady Chelderine's men were drinking in there also, they made a toast to our newfound peace and the new queen-to-be, the Ashlanders objected. A fight broke out, one of the Chelderine men was killed, the city watch arrested some of the Ashlanders, that angered their kin, and the whole thing turned into a small riot."

It all came tumbling out, the fine mess that this betrothal was causing as soon as he took his eye off of the ball. Ozragad's face hardened, the bitter poison of his anger boiled in his belly. There went the illusion of his absolute power, the iron fist that he ruled with that he had been trying to project to the Hydaelyn Princess. I should never have gotten himself so tied up in Manawyndan's schemes, I should have seen this was doomed to fail from the start. He snorted in derision.

"I leave you in charge of my city for a few days and return to find it in open revolt against me?"

"Hardly revolt, your Highness. Only one death so far that we know of, it has been contained for now. It was Tiernon who spoke next to defend his actions during Ozragad's absence. Of course they would stick together, they are both responsible for this.

"For now?"

"For now." Manawyndan spoke the words with confidence his face did not reflect. "I thought it best to inform you of the situation before you entered the city so that precautions might be taken so as not to inflame... tensions..."

Ozragad's gaze shifted to the covered and screened palanquin carried on the shoulders of eight of the city guard. It was more than large enough for two people. The King already knew what he was going to suggest and it woke his fury like the eruption of a volcano.

"Out of the question!" He roared, not caring now if his words could be heard by the Eorzian party. "I will not sneak back into my own city like a thief! Put the girl in there if you must, but a King does not hide from his own people!" Ozragad turned his horse around to ride back to where many of his guards were dismounting and the Princess still waited.

"It's Zakylwe. Manadwyn spoke low, just loud enough for Ozragad to hear. "He's leading the Ashlander delegation, that's what got them so riled up. Thought he'd stay away but..." The old general shrugged. The King sat stock still for a moment atop his horse, his eyes looking somewhere else, lost in his own thoughts.

"He knows where to find me, let him come."

By the time he was back on the other side of the bridge he seemed calm again, but the fire dying still left him feeling cold and hard. His fists were clenched around his reins, his eyes busy searching the faces of his men, her men, anyone really. Which of you will stab me in the back when the time comes? He turned towards the Princess staring at her intently. No doubt you'd be first in line. Maybe Zakylwe is right.

"We are proceeding to the palace immediately. The palanquin is for you Princess. Order your men to cover their heads and faces." None of it was formed as a request, whatever glimmers of courtesy and politeness Ozragad had been reaching for previously was gone. It felt like war again. Only this time I'm protecting the Eorzians, such bitter irony.

[sukikyoufu]

Few visitors? Well… I suppose with a war not many foreigners would make it this far. It’s quite well hidden. Thinking to herself as she looked over at Ozragad smiling when he mentioned it was marble but with a twist. Moon crystal? I’ve heard of that. Looking back up at the palace and it’s glow she couldn’t help but appreciate it more, it was eye catching and would be envious to any person setting eyes on it for the first time. I wonder if I will have to ride to the palace, I haven’t been on a horse in a while. That would be quite nice.

However, her attention was caught when the gates had started to lower, quite a few individuals on horseback had emerged and her eyes caught sight of a palanquin which answered her earlier question. Well, could have been worse I suppose. Probably safer. Curious as she saw Ozragad frown at the site she wondered what had caused the reaction, was something wrong? Keeping her mouth shut from asking she felt that was a question for another day, for now these affairs were his own and she felt it would be insensitive to ask such questions.

“Of course.” Nodding her head, she watched as the King rode off to meet with the individuals at the bridge, she couldn’t help but watch from afar although she couldn’t hear anything. Well I’m sure it’s nothing for me to worry about. Waving it off she turned to Treville who looked concerned, most of her men did but they were in enemy ground. They were all quite far from home, well this will be my new home. Sighing as she glanced back at the glowing palace wondering if she would be happy here.

“Your highness, I implore you to watch your tone. You’re treading a fine line already and you’re not married yet. For all our sake consider your words.” Treville sighed looking over the Princess, he had a wealth of experience and he would use it to assist her whilst here. He was fiercely loyal to the Hydealyn family.

“Treville… I appreciate your concern however I will not let him think he has power over me. I am not some meek princess who needs to be saved. I’m more than just a dutiful wife who is supposed to provide heirs. That’s not me.”

“With all due respect your highness, that is you. That has been your role ever since you were born. All your lessons up to this day have been for a moment like this, that is your part. The dutiful wife, to be a beloved Queen of the people. This is what life has dealt you, perhaps it is different here, but at the end of the day you are to marry a King. The entire council and his people will expect you to be his Queen, provide heirs and sit at his side.” Treville sighed to himself as he looked at his men who seemed quite tense in this discussion.

“What a stupid role in life. Perhaps I’ll end up being his prisoner instead. Far more interesting” Turning away from Treville her tone dropping at her last sentence as she looked back towards Ozaragd frowning when she heard his voice, what was out of the question? Girl!? Didn’t even bother to use my name. Pursing her lips as she listened on wondering what his words meant, the idea of him sneaking back she could only assume some sort of unrest had happened with his people. My fault no doubt.

Looking up at Ozragad as he stared at her intently, it felt like he was on edge and a part of her felt uncomfortable. “Right, Treville. You heard the King. His orders are my orders.” Glancing at Treville who stood tall and bowed his head out of respect before ordering his men to do as such. Moving forward she walked to the palanquin not daring to argue the matter, as much as riding a horse would have been a nice bit of freedom this was the safest route. Especially if there had been unrest with his people.

I wonder if the Eorzians would have felt the same. Shaking the thought from her head she clambered into the palanquin not even taking the help of Treville who had moved forward realising she was doing things for herself.

[Kassarock]

At least she isn't foolish enough to fight with me on this, Ozragad reflected as his betrothed climbed into the covered palanquin that had been brought down from the palace. He had't been sure exactly what he would have done had she chosen that moment to make some kind of impotent stand or scene, demanded to ride side by side or refused to mask her Eorzian escort. Don't pretend otherwise, you would have thrown her in there bound and gagged. If her guards had objected you would have killed them all. The voice spoke from deep within, an ever present reminder of the savagery he knew he was capable of performing. Sometimes he thought of it as his war voice.

He ordered for the majority of his men to dismount and leave their horses here, only keeping the Eorzians and a core of guards around him on horseback. The main thoroughfares were wide and gentle enough for mounted riders, but in the side streets that twisted off, men afoot would be far more useful. Besides they could go no faster than the palanquin could be carried. Between the men he had taken to the Bridge of Skulls, the city watchmen that Manawyndan and Tiernon had brought, and the Princess's own guards, Ozragad was not expecting any resistance that would pose a real threat.

And if Manawyndan is lying to you? There could be a mob a thousand strong waiting for you behind those gates, waiting to tear you from your horse and rip you limb from limb. You could probably kill some of them, but even you're not that good. Manawyndan is your regent, if you die, he oversees the succession. He's probably got a pliable young candidate in mind, one easier to mould and control. He might even keep the Princess around to marry to them, or take her for himself. After all, this whole thing was his idea. He'll justly purge his rivals by smearing them as being responsible for the unrest that killed the King. It would be a masterstroke, dispose of you and anyone who would stand in his way.

No. Manawyndan wouldn't do that. He was loyal.

It's what you would do...

The King thrust such thoughts aside and focused on arranging his troops before they would march into Cirith Anyr.

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It was eerily quiet as the ascended up the long slow spiral that led from the outer gates of the lower city to the high wall of the upper half. The streets were lined with people, mostly Formori, but the occasional human face was in the crowd as well. He saw every corner had members of the city watch posted there, each carrying a deadly looking halberd and a spiked cudgel hanging from their waist. Their padded uniforms were sewn up of square patches of black and white cloth, almost like motley. His mother's Justicar had once told him a story about that, the black and white was supposed to represent balance and the motley their role as mere servants.

They contrasted with his own soldiers, much more heavily armoured in blackened steel plate, only partly covered by their blood red cloaks. I might yet soak those in the blood of my own people today. For though it was true the city was quiet, the tension in the air was palpable to Ozragad. Doors and shutters of shops and houses closed as he rode past. Mothers ushered their children away as soon as they caught sight of the procession. Occasionally he would see them in the throng, small groups of stony eyed Ashlanders standing in the mouth of an alley. He felt calm, but he was breathing deeper than normally, and his hand did not leave the pommel of his sword.

It was then that a cry went up from the crowd, Ozragad did not see where exactly.

"LONG LIVE THE KING! LONG LIVE OZRAGAD!"

There was pause as the words hung in the air over the half-lit streets, the only other sounds the clatter or hooves and armoured feet against the pavement. It was a pregnant moment, ready to give birth to something - either adulation or violence, Ozragad could not say which it would be.

Then just like that it stillness was gone.

Someone else took up the chant, then another and another. A ripple of applause and cheering radiated out from the entrance to a square that they had been passing. Ozragad began to feel cautiously optimistic. He raised his hand from his sword hilt, waved a salute to the front of the crowd. It seemed foolish to have so worried now, Manawyndan had clearly overestimated the severity of the situation. These were his people and was a hero to them. They would not have forgotten that over a one Eorzian girl.

But then he heard the other chant and his smile died on his face.

"LONG LIVE THE PEACE! END THE WAR NOW! LONG LIVE QUEEN ELISE HYDAELYN"

The counter reaction seemed almost immediate. Boos and jeers began to sound from the back of the crowd, others looked confused, scared even ,as scuffles happened between different clusters of factions Towards the rear of the column some sort of larger commotion began to break out. The King saw a watchman in front of them suddenly disappear into the crowd backwards as he had reached for his cudgel, the halberd pulled from his grasp. The nature of the chants began to change, Ozragad had heard them before, when he had marched prisoners naked and bloody up his street after a battle.

"DEATH TO EORZIA! VICTORY TO MORGANYTH! DOWN WITH REGIS! DEATH TO THE HYDAELYNS!

Only this time the mob had thrown other names in there as well.

"DEATH TO THE QUEEN! DOWN WITH OZRAGAD!"

A hail of small stones began to fall on them. Most of them bounced harmlessly off of the palanquin and the armoured soldiers. Some of the watchmen began to break ranks, push their way into the crowd to find the troublemakers and apprehend them. There was a sudden sting of pain above his eye. Ozragad raised his fingers to it. He was bleeding. He tried to stay calm.

"Tiernon! Clear the streets! Now!"

"We're almost at the gates, Sire!"

He looked forwards and saw they were. A wall of city watch and palace guard behind them blocked the way for any of the crowd to try and enter the upper city. The King smiled, it was not a pleasant one. I won't have to worry about handling the Hydaelyn girl anymore at least.

"Manawyndan, please see to the Princess when you arrive at the palace. I will be restoring order personally."

He reached for his helm and placed it onto his head, wheeled his horse around and rode back past the palanquin, Tiernon and his personal guard at his heels. The palanquin continued forwards. From behind them the sounds of the fray grew more frantic, someone let out a blood curdling scream. The wall of spears before the gateway parted to allow them entry. Manawyndan did look back, he kept his head pointed forward and rode for the palace, listening to the screams grow distant.