A/N: I have indeed put a lot of OOC in this story, but it is all for the sole purpose of showing the expected attitude of a sovereign in Europe in the 1500's, but since this is the feudal era, I make some changes. Thank you for the reviews you sent and please review after reading this.

Chapter 3:

Jaken noticed his Lord Sesshomaru in deep thought lately; but he could never ask "What ails you my Lord?" expecting a verbal answer. He seemed to be plotting something because he mumbled things and then from time to time would count or would go out and sniff the plains. So the humble servant had no clue of what was going on until a significant event occurred:

"I hear that the old Itsuki of the Borders has died. And all that land is going to the next in the line of succession…who would that be? The man must have given it away to some distantly related demon…he never had sons. He was too old for breeding…" Jaken listened to his master and pondered, since when had he cared about political situations? Could it be that, he had given up on the Tetsusaiga and he was finally going to pay attention to state matters the way Inutaisho instructed? He listened more carefully

"The only relative I can think of is the Marchioness' brother but he has long been gone." Sesshomaru forgot about discretion for a second and decided to ask Jaken, 'perhaps the idiot toad will know'. "Who are the relatives of the Lord of the Borders?"

"I believe that, It would be the sons of her brother. He had two sons when he died and that is all I can remember, my lord"

"Ah, Yes. Those two, I almost forgot about them" Sesshomaru did the math and had it all figured out. First, he would eliminate those two and then he should ask the Marchioness for help of an engagement…most specifically one that would help him capture the North…a princess that would be healthy enough to bear him some sons…a wonderful plan.

And from the corner of his eyes he noticed the toad looking at him, rather dumbfounded. The servant was one he could trust that, he knew, but he did not need any rumors spread and for now all was done. So he must go and not tell anybody.

Ayame was also plotting; for now she was poor and all she had left was her dowry that must be paid when she married.

'But,' she told herself 'If no Prince, Lord or King will be interested I shall need the dowry not'. So half of her dowry must be kept intact…and the other half would be to impress Princes, Lords or Kings and of course her ladies as well. Of course, it was true that her Kingdom for know was demolished…but there were crazy, lusty Lords than needed beautiful wives to produce healthy heirs…so why not?

'Only for the sake of my Real…my broken Realm'

Her ladies too, were to be married and so their dowries lessened a bit too, but all was for the sake of the land. Her lady wolves had taken note of every single possible candidate and at the moment they could only think of one. And that, was to be one of the Young Lords, Klueya: nephew of the Marchioness and son and distantly related to the dead Widower of the North…and the ladies recommended this young boy for two reasons.

One: He was young and foolish and loved pretty girls and Ayame happening to have Royal blood within her, would be great competition to the ladies he had affairs with: usually maids.

And Two: By being related to the Marchioness (greatest Monarch next to Sesshomaru in Asian feudal era), he possessed a very strong claim to both thrones, but for now he is: the Prince of the Borders and a relative of the Marchioness (therefore very well protected and respected).

"Klueya Prince of the Borders…Is he handsome?" Ayame asked

"Definitely…he might not be wise…but he makes up for it in other ways" pointed out one of her ladies with much experience on the matter of marriage.

"Is it certain that he will ask for my hand in marriage?"

"I highly trust that he would, your grace. All we must do is pretend to pass by and surely he must sense you and us, ladies. Do not fear for yourself, for I hear that he is gentle"

"Sounds as if this is meant to be" said the Queen

"It must be, otherwise we are doomed forever…"

She couldn't help it, but feel…forced in a way. It was true that whatever it took, she must marry and therefore return the line of royalty of wolves to its rightful place; with the North.

'Ayame of the North, that title is of no value for now…but soon it shall be Ayame Princess of the Borders…and Queen of the North. God must help me, it's destiny…I will marry Klueya and the suffering shall be over'

Sesshomaru was in great pressure lately. He had rather foolishly acted, he thought. For time to time he seemed to have been lost in eternal damnation. The lord…displeased with himself wondered how it had come to be.

By killing Kriesta…who was currently on the throne of the Borders, he had put his younger brother on the throne. Sesshomaru had heard she was called Ayame and she was a in a difficult situation…and the fool had married her without anybody there to tell him nay, because he was now the king. But the rage filled him perpetually, he had only wished to get his lovely bride…he was almost there.

Flashback

"Why have you come? Was it to interrupt my happiness? My wife is a wonderful one, I tell you"

"You are rather stupid to address me like that," said Sesshomaru bitterly pulling Klueya's long black hair. "And who may I ask is this wonderful wife of yours?"

Taken back at the harsh gesture, the Lord of the Borders called his wife.

"Ayame sweetheart, our Lord Sesshomaru is here!" And from the golden curtains emerged the creature. She watched the man; she had now learned how to act in front of men such as him. The girl saw shock in the visitor's eyes.

"I told her to marry well...But I didn't mean for her to marry Klueya Prince of the Borders! Now King!"

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