ok i'm back and with a vengance, well ok not really but I OWN THE ESCAFLOWNE DVD'S yeah to anniversaries and presents! lol.

i am the freek at night - oh my god did you read them? didn't you just love them? I did, they just, oh my god...in other words yes i read them, all of them and loved them all. But I think that the first one was the best, and I love Melisandre's character, not as much as i love Phedre's and Joceline's but still she was so cool and evil but not evil, wouldn't she be the best match ever for Dilandau? oh my god sudden thought, creepy inspiration flowing through my veins. ANYWAY, i am rambling and your all here to read my story so here it is, sorry for the wait.


Chapter 8


"A letter for you my Lord, my Lady," A servant bowed holding out a weathered envelope.

"From whom?" The man seated on the throne demanded not bothering to look down at the servant.

"Lord Dilandau." The servant bowed handing the letter to his sovereign.

"What does that brat want?" The king growled while opening the letter, his daughter peering over intently at him.

"Well I'll be damned."

"What is it father dear?"

"An alliance. He wants an alliance." The man growled.

"An alliance?" The girl pondered.

"He wishes to meet with us, both of us to discuss arrangements." The man looked over to his daughter.

"What type of arrangements father?"

"He's not as dumb as many would think my dear child, he knows that nothing less then marriage would bind us."

"Marriage? Oh father! Please father, he is very strong and powerful, and handsome as well."

"Yes, we will meet him child, and with any luck his power will become our own."

"Oh father you've made me so happy." She swooned and kissed his cheek before rushing out of the room more then likely to get a new dress designed for the meeting.


"My Lord." Tansen said quietly making his presence known as he stood in the door way of Dilandau's chambers. He tried not to look at the naked woman who lay motionless tangled in sheets.

"What is it Tansen?" Dilandau growled, the last person who had entered his room for something irrelevant, they never got to exit, alive, through the doorway.

"They've confirmed your invitation."

"When will they arrive?"

"They didn't say?"

"Then we cannot prepare a banquet…"

"Actually my Lord we can…"

"No if they don't see fit to inform us as to when they are arriving then we cannot be sure when to expect them and prepare for their arrival. Thank you, you may go now."

Tansen bowed stiffly and exited.

"Who's coming?" A feminine voice asked from the bed.

"No one." Dilandau snapped his mood suffering from the news.

"Lord Dilandau." The voice replied, the rustle of blankets and the quiet footfalls and finally a hand curving around him stunned him. She hadn't been affectionate before, why the sudden change, had he conquered her already?

He turned to face her, shocked at the slight concern hidden in her eyes, did she fear for him? This was her home now, and he her master, had she suddenly decided to accept this as inevitable? Did she fear what would happen to her should he be gone?

'How interesting, anguisette's fear.' Dilandau smirked cupping her face.

"Who is coming my Lord?"

"My potential future wife my sweet." He replied coldly savoring her gasp and shocked expression. "Ah do not fear my sweet, you will still warm my bed far more often then she, you are far more precious Phen, do not fear." He kissed her forehead and left without another word, or a second glance ignoring the crumpled figure who collapsed on the floor, breath ragged and throat closed on a soul that refused to break.


Dilandau walked into the room, his war room, presently filled with his Nobles/Generals/Dragon Slayers who instantly stood in respect of their king.

"What preparations have you made?" Dilandau snapped sitting down, he was caught between a good mood because he tamed the untamable, and a bad one because it was too easy.

"Recruition is better then expected my lord, we've found at least five hidden tribes who are happy to help on your conquest." Guimel replied quickly.

"The army camp has been set up and running ready to accommodate those who have been recruited and they should arrive there in a few days to a week at the most as some of them live further in the mountains." Viole added as the two together were in charge of recruiting and training.

"Fine how long to train?" Dilandau growled.

"Well they are already warriors who've been split into smaller segments, but they are still one large tribe. They will need very little training my Lord." Guiemel answered.

"Good." Came the simple reply.

"My lord are you seriously thinking about marrying the girl from the south?" Dalet asked quietly.

"How do you know about that?" Dilandau snapped.

"We were there my Lord." Chesta replied hopign to calm his lord's temper.

"Oh yes…" Dilandau's voice trailed off.

"Are you my lord?" Dalet tried again.

"It would be a fine alliance."

"But you said yourself that she isn't even going to be the true ruler."

"Yes, I did say that. Wait, why are you so interested?" He raised his eyebrows in suspicion.

"It's just that your newest attraction my lord. The lady Phenyana," Chesta replied.

"Don't call her that, she's just a whore." Dilandau interrupted.

"Then why are you so taken with her?" Chesta asked crossing the line and knowing it even before he was struck to the floor.

"Get out." Dilandau hissed his voice edged with the threat of death. As they fled the room, his slayers were becoming far too bold in their assumptions, everyone was.


I have like sixteen different ideas and stories in the works, I was just suddenly bombarded with inspiration and couldn't just focus on one story. The ones that will be the most forth coming are listed in my Bio, you should read about them and tell me which one you want me to write first, after this one and hopefully after Goddess and The Love of a Shira and now dilandra (read it it's cool, sorry dayaja & glass angel chapter two is part of chapter one now)

Lia