A/N I am so lazy. It's been what, two weeks, since I put up the last
chapter? Well, I have a reason. I've been updating my Outlaw Star fic, and
started a sequel to it, so I've been a bit busy. Plus with school, you've
got to imagine how much time I don't have. Anyway, here's the next chapter.
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The city of Chentia was a large center of commerce. People from all over the continent came here to trade, sell, and buy goods, and sometimes picking up new skills from better craftsmen. This was a normal routine on a normal day, but many days were not normal.
Chentia bore another name: Tentia. However, few actually new of this, except for the Tentians themselves. What many did not realize was that the Tentians were an endangered race. Everyone believed the Tentians to be a plentiful race that lived in a faraway land called Tentia. This was true, once upon a time. However, they were driven out of their homeland and forced to settle in a new land. They wished to keep their new settlement named Tentia, and they did, but only amongst themselves. It was known as Chentia to the general public.
The Tentians had a king; however, he was also the Chentian king. The king was a Tentian, but he liked the Chentians and did not discriminate against them. Everyone loved the king. Except for a certain group of people: The Hell Mages. They hated him and would try anything to destroy him, but they always failed, due to Kanshei, the king's personal bodyguard. As well, Kanshei's fiancé, Taresin, protected him as well, and she was nearly as good of a fighter as Kanshei, though she specialized in long range attacks, while Kanshei attacked directly with his fists.
And when the crescent moon was upon them, a strong force of Chentian and Dancian black, red, and white mages stood ready to defend all of them. The king was well protected from even the Hell Mages and he made it a point to make it known to everyone. This kept the Hell Mages at bay. However, they did have their occasional plots and schemes to take him out, but the plans were never put into action.
The jade steps resonated heeled shoes rapping gently on them as an armor- clad woman made her way to the throne room. She was a Chentian Shade Knight, but she hailed from Dancia. She bore white-silver armor that consisted of a breastplate, forearm guards, upper arm guards, shin and calf guards, and chain mail underneath her leather clothing, which was just a long-sleeved shirt and a skirt. Her hair was milky white and her eyes shared the jade color of the steps.
She had business with King Dacian. King Dacian was a king, but he was not married, and by law, he needed to be by his eighteenth birthday, and that was in one month. Although, finding a wife was his easiest task. He had more important matters to worry about. Like, where was the wedding going to take place, who was going to be the priest, and who would take rule the city for a few weeks while he was off on his honeymoon?
These questions would soon be answered, as she was going to ask them in a few moments. This seemed to be a trivial matter to most people, but to her, it was an important issue.
The glass doors were guarded by two Chentian Mist Knights, lower in rank than the Shade Knights, but near as powerful. The Knights bowed deeply and opened the doors for her and closed them when she was inside.
King Dacian was walking calmly about the room, looking around at the silver tapestries. He did not stop when she entered, but did slow down. She walked over to him and he stopped. "Come to badger me again with wedding plans?" He had a cocky tone to his voice.
"Yes, I have. You neglect them, and your bride does not wish to be kept in the dark about the plans." Dacian smiled, his dark eyes brightening.
"Well, we can not have that, now can we?" He stroked her cheek and ran his hand down to her chin and tilted it, placing his lips on hers. Their kiss was short lived, but sweetly felt. "So, what has my lovely bride come to ask me?" He fingered a thin strand of her hair and twisted it about his middle finger while gazing into her beautiful eyes.
She was about to say something, but refrained for the moment. She gave in to his playful attitude and stroked through his gold hair. She tilted her head and went to kiss his smooth lips, but he turned his head and her lips landed below his ear. She put on a playful frown. "What's wrong?"
Dacian turned his head back. "Nothing is wrong. I just believe we should discuss the wedding plans in a more private place. This is a personal matter."
Her eyebrows rose. She had an idea of what he was implying, but she wanted to be sure. "Where do you suggest we discuss this then?"
A grin graced his face. "In my quarters."
She was correct in her assumption. She had no problem with it either. "On your bed, I presume."
Dacian pulled her close and placed one hand at her waist and another on the back of her upper thigh. "Of course, unless you wish to be seen by anyone who passes this room. Those doors are clear glass, you know."
She moved her hands to his and removed them. "Your quarters will serve our purpose well enough."
"Very well."
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The city bustled with business; at least a hundred people were present in just a small area. It amazed Dracia how much this city had changed from four years ago. The Tentia she knew had been dirty and treacherous, but this Tentia was clean and seemed very safe. Although, hidden dangers would always be present.
They needed to find an inn to rest at, but Taresin insisted that they go with her to where she stayed. She gave no clue as to where this was, but as tired as they all were, they could care less. All they wanted was a nice bed.
Walking through the city made Dracia nervous. It had been four years since she left. She hoped to everything that she would not have to face any of her kin. She knew she was a disgrace to her family. She was supposed to get married, but she ran away from Tentia and vowed to never return. But, here she was.
They passed several inns and residential areas and they began to wonder where Taresin was taking them. The buildings began to thin and part as they continued on. As they walked, Dracia began to realize where she was taking them: the castle. This was a bad thing for Dracia. She would have to face her kin. There was no way around it.
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A/N How did you like it? I hope it was worth the wait. And, I'm starting to type the twelfth chapter right now, so that one should be up in a day or two since I have a three day weekend starting tomorrow.
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The city of Chentia was a large center of commerce. People from all over the continent came here to trade, sell, and buy goods, and sometimes picking up new skills from better craftsmen. This was a normal routine on a normal day, but many days were not normal.
Chentia bore another name: Tentia. However, few actually new of this, except for the Tentians themselves. What many did not realize was that the Tentians were an endangered race. Everyone believed the Tentians to be a plentiful race that lived in a faraway land called Tentia. This was true, once upon a time. However, they were driven out of their homeland and forced to settle in a new land. They wished to keep their new settlement named Tentia, and they did, but only amongst themselves. It was known as Chentia to the general public.
The Tentians had a king; however, he was also the Chentian king. The king was a Tentian, but he liked the Chentians and did not discriminate against them. Everyone loved the king. Except for a certain group of people: The Hell Mages. They hated him and would try anything to destroy him, but they always failed, due to Kanshei, the king's personal bodyguard. As well, Kanshei's fiancé, Taresin, protected him as well, and she was nearly as good of a fighter as Kanshei, though she specialized in long range attacks, while Kanshei attacked directly with his fists.
And when the crescent moon was upon them, a strong force of Chentian and Dancian black, red, and white mages stood ready to defend all of them. The king was well protected from even the Hell Mages and he made it a point to make it known to everyone. This kept the Hell Mages at bay. However, they did have their occasional plots and schemes to take him out, but the plans were never put into action.
The jade steps resonated heeled shoes rapping gently on them as an armor- clad woman made her way to the throne room. She was a Chentian Shade Knight, but she hailed from Dancia. She bore white-silver armor that consisted of a breastplate, forearm guards, upper arm guards, shin and calf guards, and chain mail underneath her leather clothing, which was just a long-sleeved shirt and a skirt. Her hair was milky white and her eyes shared the jade color of the steps.
She had business with King Dacian. King Dacian was a king, but he was not married, and by law, he needed to be by his eighteenth birthday, and that was in one month. Although, finding a wife was his easiest task. He had more important matters to worry about. Like, where was the wedding going to take place, who was going to be the priest, and who would take rule the city for a few weeks while he was off on his honeymoon?
These questions would soon be answered, as she was going to ask them in a few moments. This seemed to be a trivial matter to most people, but to her, it was an important issue.
The glass doors were guarded by two Chentian Mist Knights, lower in rank than the Shade Knights, but near as powerful. The Knights bowed deeply and opened the doors for her and closed them when she was inside.
King Dacian was walking calmly about the room, looking around at the silver tapestries. He did not stop when she entered, but did slow down. She walked over to him and he stopped. "Come to badger me again with wedding plans?" He had a cocky tone to his voice.
"Yes, I have. You neglect them, and your bride does not wish to be kept in the dark about the plans." Dacian smiled, his dark eyes brightening.
"Well, we can not have that, now can we?" He stroked her cheek and ran his hand down to her chin and tilted it, placing his lips on hers. Their kiss was short lived, but sweetly felt. "So, what has my lovely bride come to ask me?" He fingered a thin strand of her hair and twisted it about his middle finger while gazing into her beautiful eyes.
She was about to say something, but refrained for the moment. She gave in to his playful attitude and stroked through his gold hair. She tilted her head and went to kiss his smooth lips, but he turned his head and her lips landed below his ear. She put on a playful frown. "What's wrong?"
Dacian turned his head back. "Nothing is wrong. I just believe we should discuss the wedding plans in a more private place. This is a personal matter."
Her eyebrows rose. She had an idea of what he was implying, but she wanted to be sure. "Where do you suggest we discuss this then?"
A grin graced his face. "In my quarters."
She was correct in her assumption. She had no problem with it either. "On your bed, I presume."
Dacian pulled her close and placed one hand at her waist and another on the back of her upper thigh. "Of course, unless you wish to be seen by anyone who passes this room. Those doors are clear glass, you know."
She moved her hands to his and removed them. "Your quarters will serve our purpose well enough."
"Very well."
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The city bustled with business; at least a hundred people were present in just a small area. It amazed Dracia how much this city had changed from four years ago. The Tentia she knew had been dirty and treacherous, but this Tentia was clean and seemed very safe. Although, hidden dangers would always be present.
They needed to find an inn to rest at, but Taresin insisted that they go with her to where she stayed. She gave no clue as to where this was, but as tired as they all were, they could care less. All they wanted was a nice bed.
Walking through the city made Dracia nervous. It had been four years since she left. She hoped to everything that she would not have to face any of her kin. She knew she was a disgrace to her family. She was supposed to get married, but she ran away from Tentia and vowed to never return. But, here she was.
They passed several inns and residential areas and they began to wonder where Taresin was taking them. The buildings began to thin and part as they continued on. As they walked, Dracia began to realize where she was taking them: the castle. This was a bad thing for Dracia. She would have to face her kin. There was no way around it.
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A/N How did you like it? I hope it was worth the wait. And, I'm starting to type the twelfth chapter right now, so that one should be up in a day or two since I have a three day weekend starting tomorrow.