The initial euphoria of winning the Patternfall war and conquering the Shadow storm vanished in an instant the moment Random set foot in Amber.
12 years. That much time had passed while he and his siblings had gone to war.
12 years of thriving uncertainty, famine, poverty and degeneration of Amber. The Black War had pushed Amber's resources to its very limits; Patternfall had been the final drop in the bucket.
Nearly all the shadowpaths that connected Amber with its golden circle kingdoms shattered the moment Oberon began his final Patternwalk, causing hundreds of thousands of visitors, salesmen ambassadors and alike to be trapped within and outside of Amber. Despite Martin's efforts to remake them during Gérards regency, the paths remained brittle and dangerous.
There was little to rejoice about when communication finally reopened.
Refugees dared to cross the dangerous shadowpaths, in search for a better life in the immortal city, only for those who'd survived the trip to be turned away and spat at by the suffering populace.
The isolated golden circle kingdoms who managed to maintain a few shadow paths in their isolation, began to implement their own demands to the less powerful. Gérard had done what he could to try and keep the peace, but the inefficient policy that had arisen because of its rapid change in kings and regents in most recent years began to finally catch on within and outside of Amber.
Some preferred Gérard's accustomed treaty, others stuck to Oberon's, another set of kingdoms cried for Eric's. Out of pure frustration at their impasse, the golden circle kingdoms implemented the treaty that they saw beneficial for their own and began to distance themselves from Amber all together.
The Golden Circle stood on the verge of collape just now that they needed a strong, unified Amber.
And then there were the fallen of the Patternfall war whom needed a proper send-off; the wounded that came flooding back to Amber increased the already dire need for food and appropriate medicine; and then you had Fiona, who was negotiating with Corwin in the courts, whom would soon send an ambassador to Amber. And all the while, Random's rule still had to become official with his coronation – the future king decided for a transfer between him and Gérard, so he had the proper time to prepare himself.
That is, if he weren't interrupted every damn minute, Random thought as he heard another knock on the door.
"Yes?!" Gérard's voice boomed before Random could and Llewella entered.
"Queen Moire has just arrived."
"Did she tell why?" Again, Gérard was quicker to reply than he.
"She wished to see the future king of Amber right away," Llewella's eyes flickered to Random.
Llewella's tone was way too nonchalant. Almost amused, even. "You didn't specify whom is to be crowned King," Random stated as a matter of fact. His sisters slim smile turned into a full grin.
"Well, Moire didn't bother to ask me about the details, either."
Random pursed his lips. If he ran to Moire like a dog to an owner on her very call, he would not show the proper strength. "Tell her I'm still occupied and that I'll receive her two hours from now." When Llewella did not budge from her place, Random frowned. "Is there something else you need to say, sister?"
"Indeed." Llewella entered the room and closed the door behind her, "Our dad and Moins originally meant for me to become the bridge between the twin cities and I aspired to be so. But I see now that such fate was always meant for Martin. Your son is crown prince to both Rebma and Amber. He shouldn't chose between his dual heritage, like I had to. My own fruitless efforts have stretched me thin over the years while Martin is still young and full of fire. He spend more time in Shadow than in either of our cities and-" Llewella quietened when Random raised his hand.
"I know you mean well. But I won't force the boy to do something he does not desire."
"And I am glad for it. But once Moire starts to force Martin – and she will - I know you'll be very tempted to do the same. And Martin will be stuck in a tug-and-pull war very much like I was." Llewella carefully watched her younger brother, "I urge you despite your history with my sister that you make it somewhat work for Martin's sake." Llewella took a deep breath, "I pledged myself to you, way back at the Abyss. I do not know whether you noticed-"
"I recall," Random quietly breathed.
"I would not have knelt for the man who turned on my doorstep with Corwin and Deirdre. I want this to work, much like everybody else and I offer every bit of advice I have – to you, to Moire and above all, Martin. Let me help you prepare the meeting."
Random pondered on her words when Gérard's voice popped up.
"I'll be fine, Random. Go ahead." Gérard's voice answered behind his back, "I'll be here when you need me."
"Alright. This way." The future king paused when he heard his wife calling his name. "Yes?"
"Can we speak a moment in private?"
"Vi, don't you see I got an upcoming meeting with your former queen-"
"It is about that and more."
Random regarded her before sighing deeply. "Alright, very shortly then," Random agreed as he brushed his hand against hers. The moment she took it, the future king walked out with her at his arm. "What is it?" Random asked the moment they were far enough removed from his siblings.
"It is about your coronat-"
Random interrupted her with a deep groan. "Really, must we discuss that here and now?!" The future king shot at her, "There are far more important matters that need to be solved first."
"There will always be important matters that need to be solved whether you already wear the crown or not. You still have not yet marked a date. This prolonged uncertainty gnaws at the people and I fear chaos will erupt if the throne remains vacant – whether it be without an appointed regent or a new ruler."
Random narrowed his eyes at her. "Off course. I should have known. You can't wear the crown soon enough, can you?" The future king accused her as he walked around, "Let's do it quick-quick-quick, so he has no time to properly prepare himself, so you can see me fail and be humiliated for everyone's display, while you can show off that you can do a better job than me!"
"I only speak of the kingdom, not me. I do not want you to be oblivious to their mood."
"Then consider me reminded! Now, I got a damn meeting to prepare for!" Random shot back and stormed off to find Llewella.
-()-
Random took a deep breath and wriggled his fingers. He hadn't thought he would ever see her again, let alone face her as an equal. He took another deep breath, opened the doors and walked in.
Moire was not alone. Seated on her left, was Martin. The light breakfast he'd eaten suddenly seemed to turn in Random's stomach.
"Father," His son shot up from his chair. He didn't offer his hand. He didn't nod. And his face might as well as been his own.
"Martin. I…was not informed you would be present." Random's eyes flickered to Llewella, who gave a slight shake of her head. So she hadn't know either…
"I am surprised to find myself here as well," Martin coolly replied, "I found her majesty outside in the main hall, well waiting over two hours."
Random resisted the urge to flinch. "There were other matters I needed to discuss with Llewella, first. Her majesty was notified of this delay, but I'm glad you were here to keep her company." The soon to be king carefully watched his son's expression as he spoke. Martin's face softened somewhat at the mention of Llewella, but there was still the slight distrust- no, Random realized, it was reluctance to leave. He hadn't been very clear whether he appreciated his presence or not. "Will you stay?" Ouch. No. too demanding, Random scolded himself when he saw Martin clench his jaw. "If you want, that is."
"I am far more surprised to find myself in your presence." Moire said before Martin could offer a reply.
"Welcome to Amber. I hope the air is not too dry for your taste?" He sounded more like a tourist guide than a king. Real smooth, Random.
Moire's eyes became two miniscule glaciers when Random didn't address her by her proper title. "I asked to speak with Corwin."
"Corwin went to negotiate with the courts. They won't be available soon."
"Surely he can be reached by trump?"
Quit crying for Corwin, already! "Trump contact is difficult from such distance," Random let some of his impatience slip in his voice, "Now, what brings you all the way here?"
Moire's nostrils flared. "Nothing you should be concerned about. I'll see his majesty after he returns." The Rebman queen finally answered, before striding to the door.
"I'm afraid there is a misunderstanding. Corwin is not King in Amber."
"He offered you that regency-"
"Corwin did no such thing. You asked Llewella to speak to the future king of Amber. Here I am. What did you wish to speak about?"
Moire stared him up and down, before bursting into laughter. When neither Martin or Llewella laughed along, the rebman queen began to realize they were all serious. "No.. this is a joke. You can't be king. No one would support you."
"He was chosen by the Unicorn, sister. We all swore our allegiance to him," Llewella emphasized.
All-?! The queen of Rebma froze, letting the realization sink in. Moire's eyes burned into her sister's and a silent battle of wills began. Before Moire's anger threatened to burst, Random stepped in.
"Llewella, could you please provide your queen with a glass of brandy? I'm sure she wishes for something strong to digest the news."
"Certainly," Llewella broke eye-contact, turned her back to her sister and proceeded to pour out the drinks, while the battle of wills with Moire was continued with Llewella's brother.
Random gestured to the chair to give her permission to sit. The queen stayed unmoving and flat out refused the drink Llewella brought her.
"Its all very convenient for you, isn't it?" Moire finally sneered as she waved the offered brandy away, "All your past and future sins are forgiven, for you are King and your word is law. But I don't forget or forgive what you did to my daughter and what you did to your son." The Rebman queen pointed at Martin who had remained as quiet and unnoticed as a shadow.
"Moire, we have been through this," Llewella intervened, "Random has undergone your punishment. He has been more than punished when he tried to kill Eric."
"It's not enough."
"It never will be for you!" Random snapped before Llewella could reply, "Look, I don't have time for this shit. If you are only here to bring up the ghosts of the past-"
"Her majesty wished sanctuary for her people against the shadow storms that are still tormenting the northern seas."
"Finally!" Exasperated, Random threw his hands in the air, "Now we are getting somewhere. Thank you, Llewella!" Random turned to Moire, halted and turned once more to his sister, "Wait, what? Why was I not told about this?"
"Gérard said Caine could handle it." Martin suddenly popped in.
Random took a deep breath. Don't become a control freak like dad. Don't put on the leash. "I'm sure they will. Should you speak with him, could you ask for an update?" Random had not turned his eyes towards his son and therefore did not notice Martin's eyes were darkening at his request.
"You've hardly known him for a week and you're already treating him like your heir."
"And you've known him for years and are still treating him like a child," Random shot back at Moire.
"We are not here to discuss Martin's upbringing, we are here to discuss the shadow storms." Llewella reminded the both of them.
"Do I even have a say in what I want?" Everyone turned their heads to Martin. "You are all talking about me as if I am not even in this room. Let me guess-" The young man turned to Llewella, "You talked with Random regarding my future role in Rebma and Amber, didn't you? Now that I'm back, you can finally pass on all your responsibilities unto me, to heal the wounds between the twin cities and unify them like Oberon desired."
"Martin-"
"She probably advised you how to handle me, right?" Martin turned to his father and strode towards him. "Be gentle with him. Be careful. He's been through a lot. You rather ask another for advice on how to parent me or how to be a king, instead of doing any effort yourself and talk to your own SON!" Martin sneered directly in Random's face, "Every word you breathe, is carefully thought out with a pokerface that just makes me want me to throw up!"
Moire let out a chuckle at this, only for her to shut up when Martin glared at her.
"I was only here to see how you'd all behave and nothing has changed. I'm surrounded by cowards, liars and pretenders!" The young man waved his hands around from aggravation, "You are all assuming to know me, carving out my future-" Martin let out a bitter bark and clenched his jaw, "Llyr, why do I even bother?" Martin pushed past Random and stormed off.
The future king tried to swallow his anger when he saw Moire's smug face. It barely worked. Moire's presence had estranged his son even further from him and he was going to make her pay for this. "Rebma already owes much to Amber. Gérard already provided you with well-needed supplies during his regency. I want to see that debt paid first, before granting your latest request."
Llewella's eyes widened, "Random-"
"I don't owe a debt to Amber. Gérard is the one who-" Moire tried to bargain,
"-acted in Amber's name till Oberon's return. Don't twist my words around." Random's eyes hardened and a familiar perverted pleasure made him smirk at the startled queen, "Since the throne of Amber is still vacant, neither Gérard or me will forge new laws or treaties. I suggest your majesty thinks very hard how to repay that debt and return with a worthy proposal in the meantime."
"My people are starving-"
"So are mine. Guards!"
Moire's mouth became thin and without a word or proper greeting, the queen of Rebma stood up.
"Provide Queen Moire safe conduct to the Faiella-Boinin. We are done."
"Random-" Llewella reached with her hand for his shoulder.
"I think you've meddled enough in my affairs for today." Random tried to shrug Llewella's hand off, when her nails dug into his clothing.
"Let me talk with Moire. Just for a moment. Please."
Random closed his eyes and swallowed. Chaos be damned… "3 minutes. Not a second longer." The soon to be king snapped before storming away.
"He really tried in the beginning," Llewella said as Random's footsteps died off, "But you just had to keep pushing him, didn't you?"
"He's the one who refused-"
"I don't deny his final call was very harsh!" Llewella interrupted, "But so were you. We had a real chance here to-"
"Oh, don't give me that speech of unity and peace again!"
Llewella took a deep breath to keep her rising anger under control, "Unlike Random, you've remained incorrigible."
"And it has always been to our advantage. That boy has no spine and will yield, much like Eric and Oberon before him," Moire scoffed.
"He has conquered a shadow storm all by himself. I doubt he will yield so easily to the opinion of one queen from Shadow."
A faint glimmer of hesitation appeared in Moire's eyes, when the guard spoke up.
"My lady, the 3 minutes are up."
The Queen stood up and proceeded to walk out the doorway, when she noticed Llewella were not following her. "Are you not coming with me?"
"I cannot serve two rulers, sister." Llewella quietly replied.
Moire swallowed and briskly walked out of the door, with her escort right behind her.
-()-
Random's foul mood only increased when he noted his siblings in the library. He had no desire to deal with their demands right now. "Be seated, all of you. This will not take long. The paperwork is much to get through. Therefore, I will shortly leave to a slow-placed Shadow and-"
Benedict practically shot up from his chair. "Random, we need a king here more than ever! You can't just go off like dad whenever you like-"
"It's not like that," Random glared at his eldest brother, "I want some god damn silence for at least a couple of weeks to get through all this shit-ton of paperwork. Flora!"
The blonde practically fell of her chair. "Yes?"
"Make a list of the fallen, make a budget for their funerals- funeral," Random corrected himself, "We'll do a mass funeral, cremate them and erect a memorial."
"There are many different religions to take into account."
"if we have to take every single wish into consideration, the entire city will soon reek of decomposing bodies – and that's not even counting the hospitalized who will die in the following days!" The king took a deep breath and continued in a much softer tone, "Convince those who are aversive to this burial method, sister. You can be persuasive when you need to be."
"Y-yes, alright. I'll see to it."
"We'll postpone the coronation till after the dead are properly buried." Random rubbed his head, trying to ward off the splintering headache. Alright, next subject. The king opened his mouth, when Benedict's voice popped up.
"The ambassador from Chaos is going to arrive in three weeks," Benedict stated, "It would be best to see you crowned as soon as possible. It would finally make your rule official to all and it would ease the mind of the public after such perilous times."
"Without alerting or inviting the golden circle kingdoms?" Julian butted in before Random could reply, "Such invitations take time. They'll be greatly offended if they'll have to hear Amber has a new king through gossip."
"They won't appreciate that the King of Amber were highly underprepared to receive them either," Gérard said.
"And what of Amber's defenses?" Caine nodded alongside his brother, "The navy has lost many ships and shadowpaths during the Interregnum – if the ambassador arrives, he'll be able to exploit our weaknesses exposed during the Patternfall war, report back to his peers-"
"Did you forget where the black road originated, brother?" Julian interrupted, "Arden is in dire need of men, not planks of wood. I say we invite the golden kingdoms to the coronation, so that we may sway their aid-"
"The black road is no more, it is ships that we need! Our very economy depen-"
"-aine, let Julian speak-"
"-at good is your fucking trade when Chaos can marsh thro-"
Soon, the entire room erupted into chaos as their voices exponentially rose in volume. Some, like Caine and Julian, rose from their seats while Llewella, Benedict and Gérard were trying to placate them.
TUNK!
Everyone froze and turned their head, to see the Random's hand curled around his very own dagger, embedded within the table.
"I did not come here to waste my time and play your fucking babysitter!" Random took the dagger out and put it once more in its sheath, "Get out. ALL of you. The next time I summon you here, you behave like the grown up adults that you're supposed to be!" He'd blown it. Random saw the eyes of his siblings, silently judging his every word and move. Random bowed his head, placed his hands on the table and let out a furious sigh. This had never happened before. He used to be so good at keeping his own emotions in check.
"The servants notified me that dinner is served."
Random swallowed and glanced to his wife. He hadn't noticed her coming in. "Yes, yes. Go on." Even before he spoke or waved his permission, his siblings stood up and walked out of the room. "I'll come later, Vi." He'd lost all respect and credibility as their ruler before he even wore the crown…
"You always say, but never do." Vialle said as she walked towards him. She found the table, then his arm and sought his back – it was as stiff and unyielding as a rock.
"I blew it."
"No, you didn't." Vialle began to massage his back and she felt Random shrug her off.
"I can't even stop them from getting to each other's throats in a verbal discussion! How can I ever keep them in line, when they-" The walls have ears. The soon to be king shut up and let out a furious bark.
"Is that what you wish? To keep them in line?"
"I- Yes. No." Random gritted his teeth and turned around to face his wife, "Just stop already, Vialle. Just stop talking or asking those damned questions."
"I will not stop until you can give me a proper explanation." When Random remained quiet, Vialle nodded as if she understood, "It seems you cannot answer this for yourself, either. I will leave you to find it on your own."
"So you're abandoning me," Random accused her.
"Never. I will be waiting for you." Vialle gave her husband a weary smile and proceeded to walk out of the room.
With each disappearing step, Random's rage rose and finally reached its breaking point. With a roar, Oberon's youngest child flipped the entire table on its head and stormed out of the room without any sort of goal or direction. He had to get out of here. It didn't matter where to, as long as it wasn't here, with their eyes, their piercing looks, their mocking smiles that they barely covered up.
He'd felt like a clown before, but never had it been so vibrant and soul-crushing as of now. A jester pretending to be a king. And because he was to be king, he could not leave this castle, this prison ever again.
Random felt on the verge of throwing up as the walls closed in and the future king began to run and shove people out of the way.
Get out, get out, get out, he needed to get out!
"Sir!"
"Wha-" An arm startled the future king out of his trance and Random blinked, finding himself at the dungeons.
"Your lantern, sir."
"Ah." Random shook his head to block out his hammering heartbeat in his very ears. As he did, the future king saw a stack of fully-written papers and an even bigger pile of empty ones. "Still not finished with your book?" Random asked with a nod while accepting the lantern that the guard offered him.
"Afraid not, sir." The guard shook his head and let out another smoke of his pipe, "I can't decide on the ending."
"Well… good luck."
"Thank you, sir."
The guard returned to his writing desk and sought his way through the dungeons. Soon, he found himself lost, overestimating his own memory and forgetful just how massive this maze truly was.
"It doesn't help to dwell here."
Random stiffened and turned back on his steps. No. It couldn't be. "You were supposed to be in the Courts."
"I needed some quiet. The courts are… well, chaotic." Laying on his old matrass, Corwin took a sip of his cigarette and released the smoke from his mouth. "I first went to my tomb you know, but they-" The prince's lips quivered for a moment before he recomposed himself, "- they are there, too."
Random didn't comment and instead inspected the little space, "Your cell."
"Jup," Corwin popped his lips and glanced to his younger brother, "You're searching for yours?"
Random nodded once again.
Corwin rose up and took another sip of his cigar. "Mind if I join you in your search?"
The younger brother regarded him. What the hell… why not? Random stepped aside, allowing Corwin the space to get out. Neither of them spoke as they walked through the twists and turns, till finally… This was it. For a moment, the younger brother regarded his former cell, walked inside and seated himself against the wall, noticing his brother had not passed the threshold. "Come." Random gestured.
Corwin frowned, feeling like he had no place inside this room, but when Random gestured again, the older brother obliged his request and seated himself against the wall, next to his brother.
The silence returned as a welcome, long shower after an icy cold rain and Random sighed, bumping his head against the stones. "I became lost. In… all things. I don't recognize myself in the mirror anymore, Corwin. I used to be so good in keeping my emotions in check. Now I'm lashing out left and right to everybody, including my very own wife and caused an even bigger rift between Rebma and Amber because of my temper."
"When was the last time you drummed?"
"Did you even hear what I just said?! What does drumming have to do with-" Random swallowed the flood of venomous words that was threatening to leave his lips and averted his eyes. He had so very few people left who remained patient with him.
"Well… I liked to go to my tomb whenever I wished for some peace. I'm sure Gérard and Eric had other means to relax….I presumed you still find drumming relaxing."
"I still do," Random tried to quell his biting tone as much as he could, sighed and began to deduct the weeks. Let's see. After Patternfall? Nope. The Black War? No, too busy overseeing the internal defenses of the city. His imprisonment in Rebma, also no. With growing horror, Random began to realize he hadn't played drums ever since his final day in Texorami."It has been a long time," Random acknowledged and ruffled through his oily hair. He really need to bathe, Random reminded himself. He forgot it all over again, when Corwin spoke up.
"Alright. Then pick it up again. Even kings need their rest."
"I'm NOT a king!" Random barked with such force that even Corwin was taken aback, "I was never meant for this job!" The younger brother shot up and began to pace around in his cell, "It shouldn't even have been me to begin with! I wasn't prepped as an heir to the throne like you- you-you-" The younger brother halted and pointed his finger to Corwin, "- you left like the egoistical bastard that you are-" Unicorn, no! Stop! Stop! Random grimaced and began to pull at his hair.
"We are alone here, brother. Spill it out."
Random averted his eyes, feeling the words threatening to leave his lips again.
"Say it!"
With a roar, Random lunged to his brother and plastered him by his throat against the wall. "You left me here alone, because its so god damn convenient for you!" Random spat, "Good thing the Unicorn was there, huh, to burden me with all the shit you and Eric and father left behind for me to clean up?! But could I refuse?! Off course not! The very Unicorn is kneeling before you, the entire Courts are watching your every move – If the shadow storm hadn't wiped Amber away, for sure they would after the seeing the continued discord in our family! I was never going to attune to the Jewel- but AGAIN you gave me no fucking choice! I did it for Vialle and Martin. Them and only them!" Still trembling, Random released his hold upon his brother and the both of them sagged to the ground. "I could barely imagine my life with Vialle and Martin after Patternfall, when I suddenly find myself a king and all those possibilities are –" Random snapped his fingers and all that was left was their ragged breathing.
"If you wish to back out…who will you name as your successor?"
The relief came like a shot of heroin and Random basked in its glow. Off course! He could leave all of this behind. And Vialle – his sweet wife would support him, like she had always done. They could finally go traversing the shadows… Random opened his mouth and shut it again.
Martin was right. Nothing had changed. He was considering to run away, to be selfish and disregard his responsibilities all over again. He was reverting to his old habits that he thought Vialle had helped to unlearn.
I only see cowards, liars and pretenders!
I urge you despite your history with my sister that you make it work for Martin's sake.
You rather ask another for advice on how to parent me or how to be king, instead of giving a damn effort and talk with your SON!
Random thought of Martin and Moire. He thought of the continuous struggle between Rebma and Amber, between his kin. Before his siblings had broken his ambition and naïveté, he used to dream of this – to make the calls instead of his father and his big experienced brothers, to break down his father's traditional, stiff ways and… begin anew.
But it is such hard and long work…Change does not come instantaneously or with reward.
So what if he abdicated?
This was the very root of his temperamental problem. He hadn't been trying. Not really. As long as he still desired his former wandering care-free life, he would never put all his heart and soul in his role as a father or king. And vice versa. He needed to choose what he truly wanted to do in his life or he would be torn apart like Llewella.
The younger brother thought of Caine and Julian, of Fiona and Benedict and Bleys – oh shoot. Their redhead brother had gone into Shadow and was probably sulking and drinking his loss away. He'd lost track of him. If he didn't bring Bleys back under the family, he might give in to that allure to plot and scheme one of these days very soon. Whether he decided for abdication or kingship, he would summon Bleys home, Random decided, to rekindle some camaraderie between the redheads and the rest of his family. A pleasant feeling began to settle in his stomach that quickly sizzled out when Random refocused on his internal turmoil.
He still would have to decide at one point or another.
Random turned his eyes to Corwin, who had kept on silently smoking. "I have… a lot to think about. I'm glad you were here."
"I will not always be around."
"I know. But it is a comfort on its own, to know I have a friend."
Corwin shifted uncomfortably, "Kingship knows no kinship. That's why so very few can handle the crown."
"I told you I'm not yet ki-" Random shut up when Corwin raised his hand. The older brother stood up, took another smoke and silently regarded him. Just when Random thought he would say nothing more, Corwin finally spoke up.
"You've never been in court long enough prior…all this." Corwin gestured with his hand and became silent again. "Everyone has their very own Amber in their eyes and they'll go above and beyond to make it real."
Random began to smile and shook his head at his dramatic flair, "Is that your counsel? It is a game we've all been playing ever since we came out of our diapers, brother."
For a second, Corwin's mouth curled up. "From personal experience, it's an entirely new game once you wear the crown. We've all walked and twisted our favorite Shadows to our desire but I'm sure you've felt dad's every breath no matter where you went. They are never truly ours. We're only lords and ladies who loan the very Shadows from the King of Amber."
"I know this."
Corwin squinted his eyes and then shook his head, "No. You just think you know."
Random let out a frustrated sound, "You're trying to get me cold feet again?"
"Hardly," Corwin took a final smoke, dropped the cigar and crushed it beneath his boot, "You barely seem to realize how much power you hold at this very moment and I want you to be aware. How you choose to use said power - whether you abdicate or not - it's all up to you." Corwin took out a trump as he spoke. "Fi? You there?" A long pause. "Alright." The next few minutes consisted of Corwin humming and grunting at Fiona's long tale, "Just a second." Corwin glanced to his younger brother, "I gotta go."
"Keep me posted, alright?"
Corwin nodded and vanished in a rainbow shimmer, leaving Random alone. It only then occurred to the future king that he hadn't demanded an explanation for his departure and the young prince wrinkled his nose.
-()-
After delivering a bird of desire to Bleys to summon him back to Amber (since he didn't answer his Trump calls), Random had ridden off into Shadow to Texorami. Not to gamble or drink himself Lazarus, but to retrieve the drumset he'd left behind before he went to search for Brand. At least, that had been his intent. Soon, the future king found himself walking the vibrant markets, buying a couple of snacks and playing a couple of games…
"Yes?" Random discarded the half-eaten blue peach on the ground, causing the dogs to pounce upon the freely given food and found himself face-to-face with Benedict.
"Bleys returned," The tall warrior betrayed no emotion when he mentioned their redhead brother.
"And? What about it?" Random pressed on when Benedict would say no more. This was one of Benedict's more aggravating traits. He would say no more and no less than he deemed necessary. Sometimes, Random thought their brother did it deliberately to annoy them.
"So you don't see any bones that he's present in Amber?"
"Why should I? You're calling me for such a trivial question?"
"Well, when I went to father's office, you were not present," The older brother delicately replied, "Nor did Gérard or Vialle know where you went off too. You gone, Bleys showing up…"
"- right. I see the picture," Random nodded, "Well, tell the others he has my permission."
"It is not that simple. They'll be pacified till you show up in the flesh." Benedict reached out his stumped arm towards his younger brother.
Random let out a groan, "What did they do now?" Jup, he was bombarded as their babysitter. Again.
"If Julian hadn't been here, we'd have lost another brother by Caine's hand. I told you-"
"I already said it before I will not be your damn babysitter!" Random interrupted his brother, "Learn to solve your own damn problems by yourselves instead of turning to a convenient third party all the bloody time. Tell them, Bleys has my permission to be in Amber and tell especially Caine that no harm is to come to our brother."
"Caine won't-"
"We all promised to do better with our father gone. And reforms are best enacted with during a change of regime."
"Does that mean you'll-"
"He'll have to trust your words to be mine," Random cut off Benedict's speculations, "In return, I trust the both of you to do as you are told. Don't make me regret this decision. Good-by."
"Good-by, Random."
Random sighed and rubbed his head. He began to understand why dad wandered so much in Shadow near the end of his reign. He'd long presumed it were for the same reasons as he – drinking, whoring, having fun. Which it was, to a certain degree. But looking how his siblings already clung to him for every little problem that arose… how mustn't it have felt for dad?
The pity that Random felt for Amber's former king soon dwindled like snow in the sun. It was his own fault, really. Oberon's controlling nature made them fat with competition and paranoia. He'd dangled the illusion of power on a fishing hook and to those who took the bait, Oberon then swooped in to show how its done.
Father was always around, father would always be there, father knew exactly how to solve this and father now was no more. They were left like lost sheep without a shepherd.
And now they all turn to me.
And you're going to lead them? You? Random winced, hearing Oberon's voice whispering in his ear.
And there it was again, that nagging decision he still was not able to make and that threatened to overwhelm him once more. Not yet. First, get your drumset. Get a clear head.
During his search, there were a couple more Trump calls and Random blocked them all, focused on his goal.
When he finally did have his drumset, Random's hand went to his Trump card and sought out Gérard's. "Brother?"
"Random! I tried to call you several times, I- You're off in Shadow." Gérard squinted his eyes at the colorful background behind his brother.
"Well-noted," Random replied with thin lips at Gérard's accusing tone, "Can you bring this through?" The younger brother went on to say as he pulled the cart with his drumset into view.
"Sure." It was clear Gérard was not pleased with his unannounced trip in Shadow. The moment the drumset was pushed through, Gérard reached his hand out to his brother, "Come on through."
Random offered his hand and stepped into the courtyard of castle Amber, which was not just occupied by him and Gérard. Benedict and Julian offered weary looks at each other and to the other party consisting of Bleys and a red-faced Caine, who was ranting and had clearly done so for quite a while.
"-all accept that this drunken boor, who was clowning in Shadow but 5 years ago and is now at it again, mind you, will now will wear Amber's crown and play-pretend?!"
Random glanced to Bleys to verify he was alright and slowly approached his siblings. Aside from Benedict, none of the others had noticed his arrival and Caine kept on raging.
"What will become of us when our 'king' forgives traitorous deeds as if it were but a childish indiscretion!" Caine pointed at Bleys with his dagger right between the redhead's eyes, "What will become of us when our 'king' is inviting our very enemy to our doorstep?! Such lack of aggression will be laughed at in Chaos! If I had my say-"
"Welcome home, Bleys!" All present Amberites swirled around at Random's greeting and Caine's dagger vanished from Bleys' forehead. Ignoring his present siblings, Random offered his hand to the redhead, who dumbfoundedly shook it. "I didn't think you'd return that quick, but I'm glad for it."
"Well… erhm…"
"Off course, go ahead and freshen up. We'll be able to catch on later." Without waiting for his answer, Random turned towards Caine. "If we go to war with Chaos once again in our lifetimes, which I hope will not be the case, I don't want it caused by these childish impulses you just displayed."
"Unattended problems tend to become a crisis. You were not here, Bleys showed up," Caine delicately replied, "Dad too left without any instructions. We thought it would be months and instead it became decades. I fail to see where I acted childish or impulsively."
"I should have informed you about his arrival. That much is true," Random admitted and watched as Caine's eyes widen in surprise, "But I believe I did confirm to Benedict that he was welcome here. Or did he not forward you this message?"
"He did. And as you can see, Bleys is still alive."
Random nodded, all the while thinking how to stop beating around the bush without rising Caine's ire. "Can we have a moment alone?" The youngest brother demanded without looking away from his sea-faring brother.
His brothers uttered their goodbyes and as soon as they were far enough to hear them, Random continued.
"Your outburst before my arrival…Is it because you feel humiliated by your allegiance to me? Or are you inventing work for your own vainglory?"
Caine squinted his eyes. "Is this an interrogation?"
"No. I know what it's like to reach that boiling point. Clearly you have a lot on your mind."
Caine regarded his younger brother and Random saw his Adam's apple bobble up and down. "We could never see eye-to-eye, this is true," the sea captain admitted, "But it was not a matter of humiliation or glory. When you show too much restraint, people won't fear you. If they don't fear you, they won't follow you."
"Fear is all father had. The Courts have made Bleys our father's enemy, not mine." Random paused, "You much rather prefer we reverted back to the way things were?"
"In a strange way… yes. People don't tend to like change. We don't like change." added the man when no reaction came from Random, "You asked me to leave Bleys be and it feels… unnatural." Caine shuddered, feeling a ripple go through his back. "My hands are literally itching to gut the bastard."
"But you didn't. Change doesn't come immediately," Random replied with careful smile, to which Caine eyed the drumset with a smug grin. "Please, don't start turning the tables around," The younger brother groaned when Caine opened his mouth, "I asked nicely to take my leave in Shadow before and Benedict looked ready to glue me to my chair. And I thought the king's power was absolute, my ass."
"But you are not king yet."
"I-" It was like his brother had dunked an ice cold bucket of water in his face. Those familiar butterflies in his stomach sank to the bottom and Random felt.. disappointed. "I… No, I'm not." Random averted his gaze from his clearly intrigued brother.
You barely seem to realize how much power you hold at this very moment.
He'd summoned Bleys back, gone into Shadow, given orders for Benedict to pass on and now had taken Caine apart. He'd slipped into the role as king without realizing and what was even more terrifying, he actually enjoyed holding the reigns. He enjoyed making a difference.
Sure, there were the frustrations and miscommunication on his part but he could improve on the latter. And as for the frustrations, he had always his drums-
Do you even hear what you say?! Are you actually considering this?
"Random?"
A hand upon his shoulder startled him out of his thoughts. "Yes? What?"
"You seemed… far away. Are you alright?"
"Yes. It was a long day for me, that is all," Random said while absent-mindedly massaged his forehead.
"Considering Bleys…"
"Hm?"
"Gérard thought about exile, much like Corwin's, to give everyone the chance to… well, get used to the changes around here."
But Corwin already moved on during Patternfall, Random thought, while Bleys still believed he could be king. To drive him away from Amber for good, to make him an outsider, would drive him all the deeper into the sweet release of alcohol and let him hold on to his disappointment.
Random could understand where Gérard comes from – it seems fair at first sight to let Bleys and Corwin undergo the same atonement. But he had not considered their difference in attitude. For Corwin, the thoughtful poet, it was fair. For Bleys, the social butterfly, it would be utterly cruel.
"I'll consider his idea-" Random could feel Caine's burning eyes begging him for an answer and Random let out a chuckle. "-and I'll decide tomorrow. Now, let's eat and drink!" The future king gave a pat on Caine's back and the two brothers entered the castle gates, "We are victorious in war. We're all alive. Much to celebrate and be thankful for, I say!"
"Not all of us," Caine quietly noted as the guards sprung to attention.
"No," Random sighed, seeing Deirdre falling into the Abyss all over again, "Not all of us." The younger brother glanced to the sea-faring prince, "You fear Corwin's wrath."
A long silence occurred then. They were already walking up the stairs, when Caine spoke up, "Who wouldn't? You've felt his bloodcurse as much as I. And that was for what was done unto him."
Random nodded. He doubted Corwin would harbor a grudge to Caine, but one could never know off course with Corwin having one of its more morbid moods… "I will not allow for such thing to happen." And again, those familiar butterflies began to flutter around in his stomach and a grin began to spread on Random's face.
Caine's eyes widened in surprise before they squinted at the younger brother, "And what do you ask in return?"
"Just continue as you are now," Random stopped at the crossroads on the stairs, "I'm going to clean myself up and see if the servants have not maltreated my drum set."
"Alright. See you, Random."
"Later," Random nodded and sprinted up the stairs. He could hear the servants from miles away – the clinging and banging of the drums made the future king wince as he ran even harder. "Would you mind?"
"My lord!" Immediately the servants dropped their activities – quite literally too. Random grimaced when another drum banged on the ground. "We were trying to fit these in your chambers, but-"
"Then you can move it to the library – carefully."
"Yes, my lord."
Random watched the servants like a hawk and gave a pleased nod when the servants prevented any further damage to his drumset during its installation. "Well done. You can take your leave, now."
"Thank you, my lord."
And now, the big question… bathing or drumming? Random walked around his drumset, licked his finger and tried to get a little smudge off the sides. His hair was itching as much as his hands. Then again, if he bathed now, he'd sweat all over again in his freshly washed clothes. A few minutes wouldn't hurt. Random chuckled, nearly lunged for the drumsticks, seated himself and was just about to start when-
Gérard walked in.
The younger brother couldn't conceal a groan at the bazillionth interruption of this day. "Gérard, I'm not in the mood to talk about politics right now. As you can see, I'm busy." Random flung the drumstick in the air, caught it, let it descend upon one of the cymbals and began to play like a madman.
"Busy clowning your way into Shadow-" Gérard's voice tried to surpass the cymbals and drums, when Random increased the pace. "Random, can you please stop and listen?!"
"What?!" Random frowned, shrugged and proceeded to play.
"I said stop!"
"Sorry, what?" Random shook his head as Gérard's mouth opened and closed like a fish, "I'm sorry, I can't properly hear you. Come back later!"
Gérard's face had become red from the exertion as well as frustration, "I asked you TO BLOODY STOP!" In the midst of his screaming Random stopped drumming, causing Gérard's voice to boom loud and clear in the library.
"And I already told you, I'm busy." The younger brother quietly noted. Random's arm's went up once more to play when Gérard caught his wrists, pulled him from his chair and walked to the other side of the library with his brother dangling before him.
"There," The strongman said while dropping Random in a chair, "Now we can finally talk," Gérard proceeded to seat himself in the chair opposite Random's, when the younger brother began to tick his drumsticks against the armrests. "Without interruptions," The sailor said as he snapped the drumsticks in half.
Random narrowed his eyes at the current regent but said nothing, causing the silence to grow to an uncomfortable height.
"I'm going to be frank here. You are acting extremely juvenile, temperamental and as unpredictable as dad."
"And I'm well aware of this. But ever since the Unicorn chose me, I haven't had any time to breathe. I asked for a moment on my own during our last meeting and it was not granted. Is it so strange then, that I left without a word?"
Gérard nodded, "I see. We can postpone the coronation a little while longer and give you more time to settled in."
"Yes, I-" Random became quiet.
And you'd say 'yes' and nod, because it's the better way than you would have thought off or would have taken.
"Random?"
And slowly but surely, the people will look at me instead of you.
"Are you alright? You seem… distracted."
"I'm sorry. I just… Never mind. Where were we?" Random seated himself a little bit straighter.
"As I was saying-"
You who fade to the background, nothing more than a figurehead.
"-ot yet ready and-"
"How do you know that?"
Gérard blinked in surprise at Random's interruption. "Well, you just told me why. You still need time to get used to the continuous stress that kingships brings with it. To control your temper."
"I merely voiced how I felt. I never said I wanted to postpone the coronation date. And you did not deem me ready yet…" Random pondered almost to himself before looking at his brother, "Tell me, Gérard. When will I be ready? Can you… I don't know, give me a time frame? Say, a week from now I can ascend to the throne? No?" The younger brother leaned back in his chair all while keeping his eyes on his brother. "A month then? a year?" The ever-growing silence was shattered by Random's fist slamming on the table. "ANSWER me!"
"Not ever!" The regent reared up from his chair and towered above Random, who remained seated. "Alright?! Not ever!"
And as Gérard was pacing around, Random saw a amber-gold fire inside Gérard's irises.
Everyone has their very own Amber in their eyes. "You think it should have been you instead of me?" The younger brother gripped the armrests so tightly he feared they might break - but his rage was not reserved for Gérard. Not entirely.
I am every bit my father's son, Random bitterly thought, by creating nearly the exact situation that had caused the entire succession madness. His own indecisiveness caused Gérard to suck away his authority away like a parasite. At least Oberon was so clever to never let it come to that. Nor I will allow for it ever to happen again.
"Why not? I gave you plenty of chances to prove yourself. I send for Moire to meet you, so I could to see how you'd handle her." Gérard whistled, "And boy, I have to say you've screwed up far worse than I could possibly imagine!"
"So, now we are here as adversaries." The younger brother forced his breathing to remain calm. This was no different than a poker game. "How will this proceed?"
"Proceed?" Gérard frowned at his words before he began to laugh, "I do not desire another war, Random. It would not benefit our war-trodden city at all."
"Then what do you want?"
"For you to relinquish the throne in favor of me. Power given is far more powerful then power taken by force." When Random did not reply, Gérard seated at the edge of the nearest seat and leaned forward. "No one would ever blame you for quitting before you've barely begun, brother. You can finally journey in Shadow to your heart's content in company with your wife and son. You are finally getting everything you've dreamt off."
He'd long thought Gérard was the best of them. He only ever had the wellfare of Amber and their kin on his mind. And several times, the thought had come to mind to abdicate in his favor. But now, looking into Gérard's amber-gold eyes, Random saw what could be. He saw a good king offering peace and stability, but that was all he had to offer. There was no creativity, no enlightenment, no change. Gérard would walk upon the safely marked path, paved by previous rulers and never ever dare to stray from it, because he wanted to please everyone. And the promise that they had all made, to do better than their father? That would fade to the background, eventually be forgotten and they will start vying for power once again. They'd be worse off than ever and Amber would inevitably fail against the ever-changing entropy.
"Our kin thinks very much the same as I do," The strongman tried to sway his brother when he remained silent, "And unlike me, you've never tried to become everybody's friend. Now that all has settled down, now that they've indulged in their vanity and bloodlust, everyone is starting to look around and they have come to see me as the best choice. Their best friend."
"If that is the case…" Random stood up and gestured to the doorway, "Lead the way, brother."
Aside from the obvious absence of Corwin and Fiona, Julian was the only one not yet present in the dining room. Random's eyes flickered to his wife, who was aided to her seat by Llewella and walked towards her. "Vialle"
Immediately, Vialle's head snapped to her husband. The cold rage was gone and he once more had hat warm rumbling voice she'd known and loved him for. "Random," The blind woman offered him a smile as his hesitating hand brushed her own, pleading for her forgiveness and she clasped her own hand on his. "Are you alright?"
So much he wanted and needed to say to her – how much he loved and missed her, how sorry he was to question her love for him and how blind he truly had been. She had seen the war that had been waging in his mind and had left him to figure everything out. Vialle never wanted him to take the crown, she never abandoned him – she only wanted him to decide. "Yes, I am." Random brushed her cheek and placed a kiss on her smiling lips before turning to his kin, "Beloved siblings, I have an important announcement!" Random gestured to Gérard, "Our dear brother here wants to be king," The youngest went on to say as Julian appeared in the doorway.
Caine, much like Fiona and Llewella, remained like a marble statue. Bleys who was still a bit in his cups, began to laugh so hard that his arm knocked against Flora, who choked on her own wine.
"Do you have no manners at all?!" The blonde began to curse and whine as she tried to take the stains out with a wet cloth.
"Wonderful," Julian observed as he took a seat and crossed his legs. Random couldn't tell whether his comment were about Gérard or Flora and decided to ignore it all together.
"No, its not wonderful!" Flora snapped and stood from her seat, causing her wine cup to topple and drench the remaining wine upon her dress.
Bleys howled and doubled over with his face turning as red as his hair.
"I never made it a secret that I desire a simple life in Shadow with my wife," Random continued before Flora could strangle the redhead, "I never sought power or ever knew how to rule and these last few weeks very plainly show this. So when Gérard came to me saying he wanted to be king…" Random sighed, "…I therefore release you all of the oath you made to me at the Abyss."
Confused murmurs began to rise in the group and Bleys stopped sniggering. "Wait, what?"
"It came to my attention that you all might have knelt for the very reason I accepted the Jewel – the Unicorn herself. Who would have refused the wish of our very patron back then?" Random gestured around, "As you can see, She is not here now. I don't want to rule because of some divine right, I want to rule because you want me to."
"So you want us to vote," Flora leaned forward. The Amberites were not unfamiliar with these 'elections' that were held in Shadow Earth. But to implement something from Shadow…usually, it was always the other way around!
"Essentially, yes." Random nodded at her.
"Why should we bother?" Everyone turned to Gérard, "I've done the job for over 12 years before you all returned from the war! I have more experience to rule than he!"
"So did Eric." Flora said.
"The people know and love me-"
"They loved Deirdre," Llewella quietly noted, staring at her feet.
"Well,-"
"Let us vote," Benedict interrupted.
"Alright then. Would any of you be so kind as to Trump Corwin and Fiona home?"
Bleys had already flipped out the card of his sister and waved it to Random, "Sure."
Benedict took out Corwin's card and both brothers began to concentrate. It wasn't long before Bleys made contact with his full bloodsister, stood up and pulled Fiona to his side. "Sister," The younger brother gave her a kiss on the cheek and Fiona raised her eyebrow at him. He was somewhat sober and in Amber with his head still on his shoulders?
Everyone now turned their attention to Benedict whose eyebrows began to knit together. "I cannot get in contact with him," The tall warrior finally shook his head.
"It tends to happen from time to time, depending on where one is in Chaos," Fiona said while Julian moved his chair next to Benedict and began to concentrate alongside him. Still nothing. Everyone began to shuffle out Corwin's card and Random mirrored them.
"Everyone got their card ready?" Gérard asked.
A shiver rippled on Random's back at the eerily familiar scene and he shook his head, forcing himself to concentrate on Corwin's card.
'Yes' resonated eight times over in the dining room.
"Alright, go for it."
The card was cold, but trumping Corwin felt like colliding against a wall, over and over again. Random's head felt like it was going to burst and his kinsmen did not seem well either.
"Well, its to be expected. He went into self-exile after all," Flora voiced after they placed their cards on the table, "And Corwin has been known to isolate himself in Shadow."
"Or his head cracked again," Julian offered, casting a not misunderstood look at the flustered blonde.
"Flora is right," Random said before the situation could escalate again, "And we can still vote without Corwin – should his vote be the deciding one, then it becomes an entirely different matter."
"So how will we go about this?" Caine asked while leaning back in his chair, "Who's going to collect the votes?"
All Amberites looked to each other and none of them said a word. The collector would have immense power that none of them were willing to give – he or she could change the votes after all for his own personal choice after all.
"Vialle," All eyes turned to Llewella, "She can't see nor read. She is not of the blood and therefore has no actual say-" The Rebman princess blushed from Random's piercing look, "I mean no offense." Llewella quickly added.
"None taken," The blind woman shook her head, "If everyone agrees, I'll gladly collect your votes."
Agreeing murmurs began to rise in the assembled group. "It speaks for itself that neither you or Gérard cast your vote alongside us," Benedict addressed his younger brothers, "So, if you would wait here?"
They did, while the others left for the library. Why is it so that time seemed to slow down whenever one had to wait? Random thought to himself as he began to pace around. And with time, so came the doubt. Had he done well, taking Bleys in? Caine still hated his guts and he hadn't been the best example for a king in the past few weeks. A bad reputation is not so easily forgotten. And what about Corwin? Was he imprisoned like Brand and Oberon? Or had he cracked his head again, like Julian suggested? Or, maybe he was exploring the very worlds he created and therefore the Trumps did not work?
"We're done-" Benedict watched his brothers spring up from their seats, "-with voting. We're about to count them."
The younger brothers only nodded, too stressed to utter a single word and followed Benedict back to the dining room.
"Random." Llewella read from the paper before placing it to the side so everyone could see it. The Rebman princess turned to Vialle, who offered her another. "Random."
Already, there were six in total on his name, Random noted to the little pile.
"Random.
All votes were accounted for and an eerie silence began to dominate the room when Julian's sword began to sing. So did that of Bleys and Caine and all his brothers.
For one terrifying moment, Random feared he'd started another internal war amidst his kin. But no. All of them bend the knee and offered him their sword, if they could.
"I accept your allegiance. Now stand up, all of you."
As they rose from their knelt position, Random saw their eyes had fixed on Gérard, the only one who had remained standing. Benedict began to move forward like a silent angel of death and Random stopped him with his hand. "Till my coronation, you remain here in Amber castle to make up your mind. Should you decide to leave beforehand or not swear your allegiance along with the nobility, you'll permanently exiled from Amber. I promise you'll have safe conduct-" Random's eyes shot fire at Gérard's snort, "- and I also promise that if you misuse the mercy I granted, if you bring war to Amber or conspire with the enemy, I'll be deaf to every plea and blind for every tear-" Random leaned forward to whisper in Gérard's ear, "-And I'll take your head myself."
A penny could be dropped in the room.
"Now leave us," Random watched Gérard till he was no longer visible and then turned to face his siblings. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm completely famished." The youngest brother sought for the bell and rang it.
"Yes, sir?"
"We all wish to dine here."
"At once, sir."
The servants returned with various trays of food with the current favorites of the royal family. His very own though was not what Random initially expected. His tray contained a semi-hard bread, some cheese, a mushy apple, a can of water. All in all…. a prisoner's meal. Random snorted, remembering the early days of their imprisonment and glanced to his wife.
"I thought you might wish for something light," Vialle replied, gaining her a kiss of her husband.
As they dug in, Random only now realized just how hungry he felt. He refrained from gorging his food too quickly, wanting to enjoy this quiet moment with his wife and family as long as possible. Maybe it was due to his hunger, maybe due to the drumming, or a combination of both, but his mind felt clearer than it had in weeks. There were simply too many voices he previously tried to take into account in their last meeting. He'd have to pick out a few advisors among his kin. "Caine?"
The sea-captain swallowed his bite and turned to his brother, "Yes?"
"I'm merely going on rumors here, but I heard from Corwin you desired to be king's advisor. Is that a position you're still interested in?" Random had not known Caine to ever appear flabbergasted before but this came close enough.
"Yes, I mean… Absolutely, sure."
Random gestured to the empty seat next to him with his knife, before splitting his apple in half, placed one part on his wife's plate and took a bite of his own. "Llewella!" Random rubbed his fingers against Vialle's knuckles and the blind woman slightly nodded, "You've offered me counsel and Vialle assistance when neither of us asked for it. Would you consider becoming advisor to my wife?" For a moment, Random feared his sister might faint. Her hands were shaking and tears were visible in her eyes.
"Yes, yes off course! Gladly."
Again, seats were switched around.
"So, I'm in need of your advice regarding the coronation," Random said after Caine and Llewella had seated themselves next to him and Vialle.
"You could invite the ambassador from Chaos alongside those of the golden kingdoms-"
"Ha!" Random let out a bark at Llewella's proposal, "And assassinate me before I even bear the crown-Humph" Random huffed when Vialle nudged him with her elbow and regarded her. "Force of habit, love." Her husband raised his hands in defense.
"I don't think you should fear assassination," Caine remarked, "It would be in their benefit to be on friendly terms with Amber, at least for the time they are licking their wounds," The sea-captain paused, "Though I would not recommend being entirely unprepared, either."
"And what of the golden circle kingdoms?" Llewella asked, "If you invite them, they'll automatically expect you'll receive them right after the coronation to negotiate a new treaty. They might take offense you'll take an Chaosian ambassador before their very own."
"It could also work in our favor, though." When Random nodded, Caine continued on, "Focusing on the Chaosian ambassador would remind the kingdoms of our common enemy."
"But when there is nothing left to fear from the outside, they might be less inclined to negotiate for the golden treaty. Why bother when all is well and good in the world?"
Random hummed and thought about their arguments. Finally, he could actually hear himself thinking! "I'll focus on the ambassador from Chaos in the upcoming weeks," Random decided before another idea popped up, "We invite the choasian ambassador prior the mass funeral so he may attend it alongside our citizens. The courts allowed us to be present to dad's funeral after all, so we'd return the same courtesy-"
"-and it would not be as much a shock to the people if he were to arrive at your coronation," Vialle nodded.
"It is decided then. Flora and Fiona!" Random called for his sisters and again the siblings switched seats. The future king brought them up to date with his decision and began to conciliate a date that was suitable for the ambassador.
It was well into the night when the meeting ended. The conversations began to slowly drift from politics to reminiscing old memories and Random found himself lulled to sleep by the tales. The alcohol this evening hadn't helped either. He was sure that if he put his head against the back of this chair, he would pass out immediately. A hand on his shoulder made Random glance to his wife and without a further word, Random stood up with Vialle still holding on. "Goodnight."
Random waved absent-mindedly to his siblings and let himself be guided by his wife towards their chambers for a final time. Tomorrow they'd be moving into dad's suite and a proclamation was going to be send to the people. It was becoming official. Even now that he had made his choice, now that his siblings had reaffirmed their allegiance to him, Random found himself nervous. He had made the decision without conferring with the most important person in his life. The moment the door closed behind him, the future king turned to face Vialle. So beautiful. So lovely. And he had questioned her love, he had pushed her away and she STILL-
The future king clasped his own mouth to smother his sobbing and he could feel the tears fall down his cheeks and fingers and his heart, his heart was pounding in his ears. He felt like he was suffocating.
"Show yourself in here, with me." Vialle could feel her husband shake like a leaf and try to keep his composure for her sake, "It's alright, Random. Let it flow. Let it out."
But HE should be the strong one! "I can't… I can't do this without you."
"Then you can do it. Because I'll always be at your side."
Random's mask cracked. So did his knees and the future king wept like a child in her skirts. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry-" Over and over, the future king brabbled on, feeling her hands stroke his back and ruffle through his hair and whispering sweet nothings in his ear.
"I know. I know you are," Vialle soothed as she rocked Random like a child, "All is well, love. It is alright. I've never been prouder to be your wife."
"You- you are?" Random blubbered with a slight smile on his face.
Vialle nodded and offered him a handkerchief which he gratefully took to snuff his nose. "How was your day?"
"Not very eventful," Random offered his hand to aid his giggling wife up her feet and after they were seating comfortably in the sofa, the prince began to tell everything that had transpired ever since he left her– about Martin and Moire, his outburst in the meeting, the dungeons and the sudden arrival of both Corwin and Bleys… Vialle remained quiet through his entire tale and long after he had finished.
"So… you have not seen Martin since your meeting with Moire?" Vialle mumbled in his shirt. Random had draped his arm upon the backrest of the sofa and she lay sandwiched between the two, with her head upon his shoulder.
"No. But it will be the first thing I'll do tomorrow when I walk through that door," Random promised himself. He let out a deep sigh of contentment. The pieces were somewhat falling back into their place. Though, he didn't know whether his son wished to belong in that puzzle…
Vialle frowned when Random's breathing slowed down. "You're brooding again," Vialle playfully poked her finger in his stomach and swayed with his rumbling laughter. "What are you thinking about?"
"On who to appoint as regent when I'm not in Amber after the coronation. Gérard is off the table now."
"Oh."
"Aren't you curious?"
Vialle raised an eyebrow, "You've already decided?"
"Yes. It is to be you."
"Me?" Vialle shot up from her position and leaned on her elbow. "Rule Amber? As in, uphold the law and command armies in times of crisis?"
"That is what ruling means," Random calmly replied while stroking her hair out of her face.
"Yes, I know but… I'm not of the blood. I'm but a queen-consort."
"You are my queen," Random corrected her, "But more importantly you're a neutral party. There exists no prior history, favors or debts to my kin, the people adore the ground you walk on-" Vialle began to flush not just from the compliments when Random pulled her closer, "-While only I may adore you."
"Random-" Vialle was smothered by Random's lips and she felt his arms travel down her dress.
"I will not stop till you say yes."
"And I will not let you till you've agreed to my conditions," Vialle said while placing a hand on his chest.
"Name them."
Vialle chuckled at Random's impatience. "One. if we're going to continue, I want a warm bed beneath me."
"So picky… I can warm you up far quicker, you know." Random leaned in to give her another kiss, when Vialle's fingers stopped him.
"Two. you take a bath. I hate to tell you this, but you stink."
"But we'll be sweating anyw-"
"Bath. Now."
Random bowed his head and groaned in her neck. "Ugh… Fine," The future king relented and began to roll off the sofa when a idea popped in his head. "Unless, we can find a compromise."
Vialle frowned. "You still need to bathe."
"I know… And you get to be warm too."
She knew that cheeky tone all too well. "Random…" Vialle began to warn her husband when a squeal escaped her lips. The sofa just vanished from under her! "What's- Random?!" The blind woman could then hear Random's chuckle in her left ear and began to notice his arms under her back and knees. "You- you-" Vialle began to grumble and slap his chest, trying desperately to stay angry at him. "I don't like when you pull something off like that."
"You like it when I pull your clothes off."
Vialle felt her cheeks grow unbearably hot.
"May I?"
The blind woman could only nod as her husband put her down on her feet.
"We're in the bathroom," Random informed her before checking the temperature of the prepared bath with his hand. Due to her Rebman nature, it was not well if the water was too hot. Random hummed pleased when the water was lukewarm and turned to help undress and help his wife in bath.
It was always mesmerizing when she stepped in. Here in Amber, her Rebman features were subdued due to the continuous lack of water, but in times like these he saw a fraction of how she were like when they'd first met – with fish scales adorned on her arms, legs and face; her hair regaining blue-green streaks and her slightly pointed sharp teeth.
The continuous lack of water in Amber also provided a jarring behavior change when she did bathe. A downright possessive spark in her eyes appeared and she moved around with a predatory grace.
It seemed as if Rebma itself wants to remind its exiled daughter where she came from and call her back to the sea.
Rebmans ruled the seas below Amber and they too have their influence in Shadow. There were thousands upon thousands of tales about humanoid creatures dwelling the seas, luring beautiful men with their songs to their salvation or doom.
Though, there was one Danish story on Shadow Earth in which the very opposite occurred, Random thought to himself as he stepped into the bath. He had read the story once, finding it utterly disturbing just how close it was to his own… and hers.
"Read it again."
"I don't need to. I know how it ends," Random muttered to Corwin as he flung "Den lille havfrue" at his face. The younger brother scowled when Corwin caught the book and began to smooth out the crippled pages.
"Everyone knows her end-" Random winced and averted his eyes from Corwin who carefully placed the book upon the table, "-but it is not the end of the story, brother."
Random let out a deep sigh and when he reopened his eyes he saw Vialle's white ones staring back at him. So beautiful, so pure. Andersen had it the other way around really, concerning the human soul. She had given up hers. "I love you."
"I love you too."
And Vialle's nails began to dig in his shoulders, possessive, wanting, asking. Even though his strength could easily overpower hers, Random willingly surrendered and sunk beneath the surface with her. She off course didn't need to hold her breath and patiently watched him struggle against the increasing pressure of his lungs and Random narrowed his eyes.
She was enjoying this.
Random resisted his lungs for as long as he could, but at long last his mouth burst open and he jolted upwards to search for oxygen. As the water began to flood his lungs and the darkness began to take his sight, he felt her lips meeting his. It tasted as sweet as life itself. The water stopped burning his lungs and he could breathe again.
"You still need it?" Random asked when they parted – his own voice seemed to come from a faraway tunnel under water.
"What?"
"Your bed?"
"Oh." Vialle chuckled, showing a perfect ray of sharp pointy teeth. "No." the blind woman shook her head, causing her hair to swirl around her and she cupped his cheek, "I only need you."
They remained beneath the waves and drowned in each other's love for the rest of the night.