Keaton grinned victoriously as he walked into camp with Niles and Nina. He and Niles each had one end of a long branch resting on a shoulder, their prey, a large elk, hanging from it between them. Nina, Niles's second, was walking beside her first and humming happily. The warriors they passed all looked excited and slaps on the back were given as they passed. He felt pride, he was a hunter and getting to hunt finally after weeks of acting as a soldier had been excellent. He'd been honored by being asked to retrieve a kill for the command table at the upcoming feast.

The large cooking fires were up and lit. Setting the kill down carefully, he slapped Niles on the back. "Good shooting there. You drove him right to me."

"As if I'd ever miss." The archer said theatrically a gleam of amusement in his one eye.

Keaton snorted. "Yeah, yeah, your 'skills' are well known."

Niles winked at him. "I'd be happy to demonstrate some other skills with you any time hunter boy."

"And here I thought you were still pursuing that Trikru general?" He said as he untied the animal and pulled out his knife to begin the process of skinning it so it could be set over the fire. They had already done the field dressing when they'd first caught the animal.

Nina rolled her eyes. "Don't get him started on that. It's hopeless and he'll just sulk."

The assassin clutched his chest. "I'm wounded, utterly betrayed. My own second doubting my prowess."

"And yet still true." She deadpanned at her flirtatious first.

Keaton barked out a laugh at the ridiculous pair. "Come on and help me get this critter ready for the fire."

Niles helped him lift the carcass and hang it from a wooden frame designed for just such an event. With the initial cuts to aid in the skinning already done, Keaton quickly moved to remove the head. Using an antler, he tossed it at Nina. "Get that ready for the presentation will ya?"

She looked at it as she held it as far from her as she could without dropping it due to its weight. "You hunters are so gross."

"Hey," Keaton protested. "We're efficient, thank you very much."

Niles nodded along before speaking up. "No, you're gross. You get much too close to your prey afterwards. Truly, the lack of finesse and cleanliness is...unappealing."

"Just for that I'm not dancing with you later." Keaton said as he removed one of the hooves so the hide could be pulled off more easily. He grinned over his shoulder at the quiet footsteps he'd noticed a moment ago coming to a halt just behind him. "Heya Klark!"

"Congratulations on the successful hunt." She said with a smile. "Wouldn't want those Trikru thinking they were better hunters than us."

"Never," He said, laughing at the affronted looks on a couple of nearby Trikru's faces. "Azgeda pride must be upheld."

Klark snorted, "Yes, national pride with you two as our mascots."

"That hurts." Niles said. "I'm a charming mascot."

Keaton patted his companion on the shoulder. "Yes, between you and Laslow, I'm sure they all think we're nothing but flirtatious fools who care for their hair far too much."

"That's low, Laslow never gets them into bed, and he only flirts with the women." Niles scoffed. "I on the other hand am open to far more interesting options and am quite good at getting them into bed."

Nina, who was working on preparing the head for the feast, looked up from where she was crouched. "Yes, how many times has that Trikru general turned you down again?"

Klark interrupted before Niles could defend his honor. "I need to go soon but you'll both be allowed to eat from your kill and be allowed to eat from the command section during the feast. See to it you're both in cleaner clothing and are on your best behavior. Especially you Niles, we can't afford to insult our allies."

Keaton laughed at the downtrodden expression on Niles' face and accepted the easy side hug from Klark before waving her off. "Thanks for dropping by Klark."

"Of course, I can't go and forget the members of my first command." She smiled at him before heading off.

Nina spoke up as he returned his attention to the carcass. "Did you really serve with Klark when you were both seconds?"

"Indeed I did." He felt pride in his history with the general. "She was just a scrawny second like any of the rest but she had this way of looking at you that let you know she was the one in charge. Most reckless hunter I've ever had the honor of working with, which is saying something."

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Two Months ago:

Bellamy hugged his sister to him as tightly as he could. Breathing deeply, he tried to imprint everything about this moment in his mind. He knew he couldn't protect her as he once had, he hadn't been able to do that since the ark, but he still desperately hated having her out of his sight. "Promise me you'll take care of yourself."

He felt Octavia huff in exasperation against him. "Duh, you too Bell."

Reluctantly, he released her and tried to return her smile, he knew his was weak but it was the best he could do. His eyes darted over Octavia's shoulder to Clarke and he felt some relief as she gave him a hint of a nod in understanding. He knew he could trust Clarke to take care of their family while they were apart but nothing was ever certain.

The real problem was who would take care of Clarke. There wasn't anyone else that he trusted to watch Clarke's back and make sure she didn't risk herself unnecessarily. His family was going to war without him and there wasn't anything he could do about it. He trusted Clarke to take the hits for Octavia that he couldn't but who would keep Clarke from sacrificing herself for the cause. She would totally do something stupid like let herself be bait for one of the assassins after her. He would just have to trust that Monty, Octavia, and the rest wouldn't let her do anything too stupid. Stopping Clarke from getting her way could be an exercise in futility though, he should know, she'd frustrated him enough times over the years.

He focused back in on his surroundings when Raven hit him on the arm. "Aren't you going to say goodbye to me, you big lug?" Raven said with an affronted expression.

"You're so annoying how could anyone forget you? Don't you have any patience?" Bellamy snarked back.

"Patience is for people who aren't awesome! Like you. Where was your head you big geek?" Raven asked with a slight twinge of worry in her voice.

"Oh, I was just glorying in the fact that I won't have to worry about hiding random explosions with you gone. I'm going to have so much less to worry about with my trouble children all gone." Bellamy said, trying to make light of his fears.

"Right, you know that you secretly enjoy the worrying. You're going to miss being a mother hen while we're gone. Don't pretend differently." Raven didn't press him to reveal what he was truly worried about and he was thankful.

"What, you think I'm going to miss covering for your ass while you're laughing maniacally about my troubles? You must be dreaming." Bellamy snarked back.

"You know we're going to be fine right? We haven't survived torture and wars to be killed by a little thing like a mountain. After all we've done, the mountain isn't going to know what hit them." Raven assured him.

"I know. I just hate us being separated again. So many of us died before we could really get together again, it just doesn't feel right to fight apart from each other now." Bellamy responded with a sigh.

"I know, but after this hopefully we will never have to be separated again." Raven replied.

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Present:

Dax had found that the loss of his tongue had led to him becoming a better listener. He had learned to let the anger that had filled him almost without end in their early days in the Ice Nation simmer instead of run boiling over. Oh it was still there, just the thought of Nia was enough to make his teeth grind in fury. However, the mutilation of his mouth had left him spending weeks with the injured warriors who never would be able to return to their war parties. He'd listened to them and come empathize with them. They had seen him as fortunate, he could return to his hunting team, he had family. It had come late to him in comparison to some of the others but in listening to them and hearing their stories and perspectives, he'd found his place as a member of Azgeda.

Watching his people interact with their allies filled him with warmth now, and pride in how the others respected and feared them. He belonged here on the ground and those he had once seen as savages were his people and he'd never been happier. He felt mirth as he saw several of the warriors clearing away the central area before the table. The smell of the various specialties of the different armies wafted about the clearing. He snorted at the sight of Keaton and Niles arguing where their catch was roasting over the fire.

"What are you laughing to yourself about?" Selena's voice snapped from his side.

He glanced at his companion for guard duty. They had both volunteered to stand at Clarke's back throughout the feast. He liked the redheaded grouch well enough and she took guard duty seriously and didn't seem to mind his inability to speak. However, she wasn't a hunter and his method of communication was not yet common among the rest of the army so he doubted she'd understand him. Improvising, he jerked his chin meaningfully towards the two Azgeda warriors bickering over what looked like spices.

Selena followed his glance and let out an aggravated sigh. "Why do those two have to be part of our party for this feast?"

He gave her a curious raise of an eyebrow.

She rolled her eyes. "Keaton is a scruffy ruffian. I mean look at his hair! Does the man even know what a brush is?" She sounded truly incensed over this. Honestly, Dax could see it. Keaton had long thick hair he tended to let fall freely and it tended to have an unfortunate amount of twigs in it. Selena continued. "And Niles is a creep. I mean, does he have to try and sleep with anything with two legs?"

Dax couldn't help it, he let a hoarse bark out in amusement. Her measure of the two was accurate, if slightly colored. Clarke turned from where she'd been speaking lowly with Xander at the sound. Xander looked rather disappointed in them while Clarke just looked amused.

"Go do something useful you two, would you?" He said.

Selena moved as if to speak but Clarke raised her hand silencing her. "I agree with Xander. I'll be safe enough for the time being. Go mingle and help prevent anything from getting out of hand. You can return to my side when I'm separated from Xander here for the actual feast."

Dax nodded understanding what Clarke wanted and grabbed Selena's arm and pulled her gently away, knowing she'd want to argue. The truly venomous look she shot him confirmed that. He released her arm as she fell into step with him, although she was still giving him dirty looks. He approached the Trikru warrior, Ryder. The two of them had both been on guard duty for their leaders together on several occasions. He had a feeling he would make a decent companion while they waited for the last of the preparations to be finished. Ryder was talking with general Haar of the Floukru. Dax stepped into his line of sight and gave a short nod of acknowledgement to the general.

"Dax, Selena." Ryder greeted. "Allow me to introduce you to general Haar. Haar, these are general Klark's personal guards, both acquitted themselves admirably in the fight against the reapers."

"An honor then." Haar said, acknowledging them, though he did not offer his arm or further greeting before returning his attention to Ryder. "Do pass my condolences on to Artigus over his father's death. Nyko's skill in healing will be missed." With that he spun on his heel and left.

Selena waited till the man was out of earshot. "Is he always that rude?"

Ryder seemed amused by the question. "He is an interesting man, but a good ally."

Dax nodded in understanding. After all, many of the older warriors were quite reserved, not that he could judge anyone else for being quiet. He let himself take in the atmosphere as he tuned out Selena and Ryder falling into conversation. He could hear one of the Plain warriors playing a dance tune on one of their wooden flutes. Percy had dropped down and was beating a rhythm on a small drum along with the flute player. He smiled at the second, he'd been running messages all day and should have been exhausted but still seemed as hyper as ever.

Brady was attempting to flirt with a warrior wearing the colors of the Podakru. It was clearly not going well for the lanky and intimidating looking healer. His face was beet red and he could practically see his thick accent getting worse as he tried to talk to the pretty girl. Soleil, Laslow's second, was apparently playing wingwoman and seemed to be making an effort to dig Brady out of whatever hole he'd managed to dig himself into with his awkward words.

His examination of the crowd of mixed clans was brought to an end by the sound of the horn declaring the beginning of the feast. Without hesitation, he and Selena both headed straight back to Clarke as they watched others fall into line and their various positions. There were only several hundred warriors in this particular section of the celebration which was only a portion of the entire army but it was still a lot of people. Once he was behind Clarke's shoulder, he felt easier. The noise level fell as everyone turned to where the commander was standing, her arm raised signaling for silence and attention. Once it seemed the crowd had settled, she began to speak.

"Warriors of the twelve clans, tonight we gather to celebrate the greatest victory any of us from any of our clans have ever known! On this day, we commemorate that the strength of all of us is greater than the strength of any one of us alone. That by standing shoulder to shoulder mountains will fall." She looked intimidating and almost god like as she stood lit by torches, fires, and the dying light of day. He understood how the Trikru could see her as a living spirit. Her words seemed to echo around the clearing and he knew they were important. Since losing his voice, he'd gained a newfound appreciation for the words others chose to say and not say.

The commander continued voice filled with power and certainty in her words. "When I received the spirit of Heda, many laughed at the idea of the coalition, at the idea that the mountain could be defeated. However, on this day we have accomplished the impossible. When I was a child, I was told stories of the demons of Azgeda, how they were monsters in human skin." She let her eyes find the various white and blue clad warriors, Dax felt her eyes settle on Clarke for a moment. "And now I am proud to say that those monsters have proven to be strong and true allies that I am honored to have fought side by side with against our common enemy. Together, when we set aside our differences and see instead what we have to offer each other, we are undefeatable." Reaching toward a mug set before her, she raised it. "To the coalition! TO THE BEGINNING OF A NEW AGE!"

Dax raised his own mug though he did not drink, after all it wouldn't do to allow his sense to be compromised while on guard duty. All around him, the warriors and leaders drank and cheered and stamped their feet in approval. He watched in some surprise as Clarke stepped forward into the empty space before the table set for the generals and other leaders of the army. She waved her arm at a group from Laslow's division. The crowd grew quiet as they watched her with curiosity. "May I present a piece of our culture for your entertainment."

Dax almost laughed when he realized what Clarke was doing as she stepped back to his and Selena's sides while Laslow stepped out in his cleanest gear and gave a deep bow to the table of leaders and Percy began to beat a rhythm into his drum. Two of the other seconds pulled out the three stringed balalaka and began to strum out a common dance song.

Laslow rose from his bow and signaled Soleil to join him and she quickly did, sending a wink to a pretty warrior as she went. They were off almost instantly. Dax had always been impressed by Laslow's dancing and he knew that it was used as a training tool for sword dominant warriors for a reason. Laslow would drop nearly to the ground and then back up staying on his toes and creating a surprising amount of height with his leap and high knee kicks. Soleil matched him, using a piece of blue fabric at the end of her right hand to add drama when she snapped it theatrically as they spun. It was a fast and energetic dance and eye catching. It was a mesh of twirls, high steps, and quick turns with sharp movements and drops.

Dax could tell that the warriors of Azgeda and Ingranrona were into it as they cheered and clapped along with the beat. The others seemed to be joining in as they got more and more caught up in the energy of the dance. Keaton and Niles joined Laslow and Soleil, easily forming a new pair. With that, several other warriors joined in, spinning around and leaping. As the song came towards an end, he could hear the players changing to a more well-known dance and soon warriors from several clans were joining in on the fun as others ate. Grinning, he saw Clarke stand and approach the commander. He was unsure of what exactly she said but there were cheers as she led the commander out and they joined the twisting and spinning bodies.

He'd rarely seen Clarke this free and it was a good sight. She was laughing as she spun and allowed Heda to spin her. It was clear the commander was actually familiar with the dance and Clarke quickly gave her the role of lead, following her steps easily. He snorted as he saw Ephraim drag the general of the Delphi forces, Tiberan, out into the fray. It was clearly a true celebration, and the mixing of the clans seemed to be working at least on this night with food and drink to grease the wheels of cooperation.

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Caineghis, general of the Sankru forces present, felt more than heard the mug of wine in his hand crack from the pressure he was applying to it. Azgeda should have never been allowed into the coalition and now the commander would have them be 'friends'. His gut rolled at the thought. They may be laughing and dancing now but he knew their true colors. They were monsters and the blond general of theirs was the worst of the bunch, a monster among monsters.

He still felt bile and rage at the memories and images burned into his mind of what that bitch had done to his men. The border was lined with the impaled corpses of his men, some still alive begging for death. He remembered the scenes caused by poisoned water that left those who drank it convulsing on the ground. They had used the pain of their prisoners to bait his companions into range of their archers. Hundreds of his men had been slaughtered and mutilated. He'd been there and fought under the colors of a nomad. He had no doubt Nia's pet knew it too.

The flames of his anger licked at him as he watched the commander spin the foul Azgeda bitch about as they danced. Klark had the audacity to laugh as she spun and lifted her feet with the beat. She might be able to pretend to be human, but he knew what was behind her mask and the coalition would fall to ruin if she was allowed to continue deceiving the commander. She was a poison that had to be removed. Clenching his jaw hard, he felt his teeth creaking against each other in his frustration. He reminded himself that it was not his place to rid the world of the blond monster.

Rising from his seat, he threw back his wine, swallowing it in one go. He ignored the other generals, who gave him questioning looks as he headed back to his army. He would not sit through this charade of 'friendship'. Let the commander dance and feast, he would prepare his men to leave. When he returned to his home, he could prepare them for the war that surely was coming. Azgeda would never remain peaceful for long and when they showed their true colors he would be prepared to fight to the death.

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Lincoln panted as he refilled his mug with drink and watched as Octavia pulled the reluctant Dax into a dance. The neatly bearded warrior looking at Klark for help that she didn't seemed inclined to give, if the crinkling around her eyes was any indicator. He couldn't keep up with the pace of the dances but he still enjoyed watching Octavia spin about. She was so alive, and bright. It was the first thing he had ever noticed about her. She was free in a way he'd never known another human being to be and he'd felt a pull to be closer to her from the first time he'd seen her.

He was drawn from his watching of the love of his life by an arm being settled over his shoulders. "You picked a good one." A playful female voice stated.

Tilting his head, he recognized the dark skinned warrior who was responsible for the explosions. He knew she was like a sister to Octavia but he had yet to actually speak to her. "Raven, it's an honor to meet a sister of Octavia's."

The woman tilted her head back and laughed. "I can see why she likes you. Hot and polite, how did you ever stay single all this time?" She teased.

He felt fairly ruffled but tried not to shift in an effort to keep from showing his unease to the woman. After all, her approval would mean a great deal. "I am glad I was without a partner when I met your sister. She is the most amazing person I have ever laid eyes on in my life."

"You're so whipped." Raven said, shaking her head but her face still pleased looking.

Lincoln frowned slightly. "Whipped? Why would I need to be whipped to find your sister inspiring?"

Raven let out a choking laugh as she slapped his shoulder. "Don't worry about it, it's a good thing."

He decided to just go with it and let Octavia explain the strange use of terms later. With that decided, he spoke again. "Why are you not with your kin?"

"I had to come meet my new brother in-law properly." She said with a light tap on his shoulder where her hand still lay.

"I... thank you. I am glad to have met you as well Raven." He felt at home for the first time in his life, surrounded by Azgeda warriors, being called kin by them, and watching Octavia approaching him. He didn't care about anyone around him and stepped out from under Raven's arm and pulled his love into an embrace.

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Charlotte was so tired of being confined to a sick bed. It had been alright when the others had time to visit her and entertain her. Well, it had still been awful but it had at least been bearable. Now however, everyone was at the feast and she was beginning to regret urging Aden and Tris to attend and not stay by her bedside. Not that Aden would have been able to avoid attending regardless.

Miller had conked out awhile ago, he was obviously on better drugs than her. She would have to talk to Clarke about that. Or she would if she was currently speaking with Clarke.

Just as she was about to attempt to stand up and leave, despite all medical advice to the contrary, Echo sat next to her with a huff.

"What are you doing? Shouldn't you be out there enjoying your new found freedom?" Charlotte asked, feeling a bit grumpy at her plans being interrupted.

Echo grumbled her reply. "Some celebration. Klark may enjoy spending time making nice with our enemies but it is not my preferred way to spend my time. I'm sure the drunken revelry will go on just fine without me."

"What's your problem with having a bit of fun? I'd be out there enjoying myself if I wasn't injured." Charlotte said petulantly.

"It's not the fun I have a problem with, it's the company. Klark may be playing some sort of game with the commander but I haven't forgotten what those damned Trikru have been doing to our people for generations. They act like we're the barbarians when they have done just as bad if not worse. The Trikru are dirty backstabbers and I'd prefer not to give them the opportunity if I can help it." Echo snarled out, almost growling.

"They may have done horrible things, but so have we. Can't we move forward and work together if it's best for our people? After all, we conquered the mountain together surely that means something." Charlotte was uncomfortable with Echo's reminder of Azgeda's common opinion of the Trikru. It reminded her that this time of peace between the clans may soon be coming to an end. She shifted awkwardly, her position would be a bad one if war between their clans came.

"You're young, you don't remember the wars we fought in the past but I do. The horror of the war along the border with Sankru was short, our wars with the Trikru were not. There was no Klark to swoop in and end it before they were fought to their bloody conclusion. You think the mutilation and torture from the border war was bad? They were just as foul if not worse. However, there finally came a point when neither of our armies could support a continued war and the fighting died down, our territory destitute from the fighting. Then in a time when our clans were recovering, the Trikru weaklings went and formed an alliance against us and threatened to annihilate us with their numbers. They humiliated us and subjugated our people. It is only because of the ingenuity and cleverness of our queen that our disgrace was not complete. These are the people you want me to make peace with? No, leave me to my enmity and I will not judge you for your grudge against Klark."

Charlotte wasn't sure what to say to that, there was a great deal wrong with it. The coalition hadn't subjugated their clan. Nia had bowed to Lexa but there had been minimal amounts of direct control. Nor had they been the last hold outs against the coalition. Still, she didn't know how to say that so she decided to focus on Echo's last comment about Clarke. "It's not that I hate Clarke, it's just that she is forcing me to abandon my family and I couldn't stand it if any of them died while I was away"

"I don't know much about families. Klark is the closest thing I've got to family. I do know that people die whether you are there or not." Charlotte yawned and focused her eyes back on Echo. "You need to rest." Echo said in a surprisingly caring voice. "I just came in for some more welcome company before I went to bed. I'll let you get some sleep." With that, Echo exited the room before Charlotte could protest that she didn't need to rest.

Echo hadn't been gone long before Clarke entered the tent. "Hey Charlotte, thought I'd check in before I went to bed. Was that Echo who was just leaving?" Clarke greeted with a slightly bewildered look on her face.

Charlotte still caught in the melancholic mood Echo had brought with her comments, didn't answer Clarke's questions. Instead, she pondered what it would be like to have no family at all. It was a dismal prospect.

Ignoring Charlotte's lack of response, Clarke approached and examined her quickly double checking that her bandages were still neat and that no new bleeding had occurred. "Are you alright Charlotte you look troubled."

Suddenly overwhelmed by the thought of what her life would have been like without her family, Charlotte broke. Reaching out with her good arm, she grabbed Clarke making sure she couldn't leave. "Clarke, I'm sorry, you're my family. Please don't die."

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Two Months ago:

Seth watched as Camilla disappeared into the traveling army to find her siblings. He let her go as he headed to the tent he knew the other general would be occupying. It was mildly surprising to see no guard posted at it but he shrugged it off as he entered. He nearly laughed in realization of why no guards were needed. An assassin was asleep on the general's bed. He had never met the dark haired man but it explained her lack of fear of death. Having an assassin in your bed was an effective deterrent.

"Seth, please come in." Klark said, noticing his presence from where she was seated going over maps of the mountain.

He took a seat opposite her and glanced meaningfully at the bed. "Should we maybe have this conversation elsewhere?"

Klark waved off his concerns. "Monty and his bonded Miller had a rather...enthusiastic send off. I doubt he'll wake. If he does, there is nothing you could say that I would not inform him of later."

Seth couldn't help his concern. "You would risk the displeasure of an assassin's bonded by taking him to bed?"

Klark snorted. "I'm not that foolish. Monty is a member of my family. Don't worry I have no intentions of letting who I allow into my bed influence or risk our goals."

He let out a relieved sigh, though he was unsure of how they were related, maybe the assassins bonded was the one related to his fellow general? It was a question for later if they managed to secure their nation. "Good, I am happy to add to your armies stores and supplies while you travel through my territory."

She gave him a pleased hum. "You should double up on your border guards while I'm gone. If the Trikru or any of the other members of the coalition turn out to be traitorous, I may need to make a quick retreat."

"I can do that, but try to stay near Ephraim and whichever general from Trishana ends up being sent. If the coalition breaks, they will be in nearly as much danger as we will be." He said seriously. The coalition was still new and delicate. It was too likely to fail for them not to prepare for that eventuality.

"If I must retreat quickly, you'll need to be ready to intervene to stop Nia from claiming that I have abandoned or failed in my duty as she will no doubt attempt to do. Surviving one betrayal will be hard enough. Returning vulnerable to a queen who wishes me dead might be asking too much of my luck." She cautioned him.

He leaned back in the chair. "All I can do there is try and persuade Nia that blackening the name of the commander will do more for her then having you killed as a traitor. Whether that will work will depend on her mood. Do you think we will be able to eliminate all the threats to your rule before you challenge Nia? I'm sure your men in the capitol can dispose of Ontari and Garon. Anankos is the one I'm worried about, the other advisers will be easy in comparison." He admitted.

Klark glanced at the assassin sleeping in her bed. "Monty was trained by Anankos' second. As was another assassin in my army. I'm unsure of her loyalty but I know Monty's loyalty lies with me."

Seth's eyes widened, deciding that the sleeping assassin was far more dangerous than he'd thought. "That could work. Are you sure?"

She tapped the map thoughtfully. "Yes, I'm confident in their abilities. If anyone is able to put that man in the ground, it would be them." She looked pensive. "I'm only concerned about the loyalty of Burka. If what I know of her is true, she won't agree to work against Nia without a guarantee of success."

"Which we cannot give." Seth said. "It is a risk we are taking, and one that holds no certainty.

Klark tapped the mountain's location on the map. "However, it is one we must take nevertheless. If she proves to be a problem, I'll take care of her." Her voice was hard and without mercy. In that moment, he held no doubts that she'd murder anyone in her army that she thought would betray her.

"I will have my borders secured. All of them." He would do it no matter the difficulty. They would need a defensible position to retreat to should they fail to kill Nia and her advisors. Any one of them left alive could make a challenge on the throne and throw them into a civil war.

"We will keep our people safe." Klark said before standing, her fists were clenched tightly. "I will not allow them to continue to be treated like cattle."