Erm…there's like three more fics Imma be posting. It's just to lure more people into my power! BWAHAHAHAHA!! ::is insane:: That does NOT mean none of my other stories will be updated. It just means there will be randomness. And although Entwined Destinies is kind of on hiatus right now - unfortunately - I will do my best to update it soon. My apologies.

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Lady Knight Keladry of Mindelan exited the king's chambers with a dreadful cloud of doom hovering just over her head. Behind her Yamani Mask, a frown threatened to overcome her bland features. Tears, and a fatal outburst accompanied it.

She was nineteen. That was too young to become some maggot king's mistress. Unfortunately, neither King Jonathan of Conte nor Sir Myles of Olau saw it that way.

"You requested me, sire?" Keladry asked politely.

"Indeed," the king replied gravely. He waved to a seat beside Myles. "Please, sit down."

Obediently Keladry settled down into the cushion chair, her face unreadable but her shoulders tense.

"Keladry…"

Sir Myles hesitated, and looked her in the eye regretfully. "You are a woman. Unmarried. Skillful. Worthy of spying." He sighed, and rubbed the back of his neck wearily. "I need you to spy for me, Lady Knight."

Keladry blinked. "Of course, sir. Tell me where."

"Myles," Jonathan warned.

The old man winced. "This is not a completely fruitless mission. You will be sent to Scanra to spy on Maggot, and his newly appointed wife and queen, Gintra."

"Of course."

"Myles."

"You will kill them," Myles said quietly. "This is a job for an assassin. I understand. But all of my spies are in the Copper Isles or keeping watched on the southern countries. I know you will do well."

"MYLES!"

Myles sighed. "Before you kill them, I need you to get information. Whatever you come across is helpful to Tortall. Gintra will be easy. Maggot, on the other hand - all the mistresses he has know every bloody thing about Scanra. They are in his confidence."

Keladry finally understood what he was getting at. "No…you don't think…"

"Keladry," the elderly knight said, his expression pained, "I need you to become King Maggur's mistress."

An angry red flush settled on her cheeks as she remembered her raging outburst. She had ranted, uncharacteristically cursed and threatened - but in the end it had all been in vain. Now she was setting out for Scanra early tomorrow morning to become the king's concubine when she arrived.

From all accounts, it was the only way. Maggur was not stupid either - when he found new game, he sent the former mistress to be hanged. He could not trust that a rejected woman would cross the border and reveal his plans. So in the process, Kel could be killed easily.

Joren would have a field day, she thought wryly. 'Ha-ha, look at the Mindelan slut! She's become a maggot's bitch!'

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Sorry it's so short…is kind of a prologue. Eh. No flames. If you do want to flame me, read my bio. That'll tell you everything.