Key to the Kingdom

by ChloeBlack101

CHAPTER 12 IS FINALLY POSTED! Is Chloe really going to go through with leaving Nero, and Brady, forever? Will Philip win out? Have to read to find out! I know this is a dark fic, but please read and review. Enjoy!

10. Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

A/N. I just want to apologize in advance if this chapter, and any future chapters for that matter, seems sloppy. Considering how long I've been working on this story, and how long the breaks between writing phases are, I tend to have some continuity problems as well as a general problem writing this story the way I intended it to be. This chapter will probably come out completely wrong and really messy, but at least you'll get the gist of the story's meaning, I hope. This story was going to be 15 chapters in length. But this marks the point where I changed my original design and decided to take a different route. So I'm not sure how long it will be. I'm pretty sure it would be at least 15, probably more. Hope you can stick with me that long.

Chloe sighed happily, squeezing Brady's hand in return as they approached the castle courtyard. Despite the need to get back to the castle for some major explanations, the newly engaged couple had taken a break from their obligations to walk through the gardens, feeding each other the bittersweet raspberries which Brady had chosen as a rather strange but cute and effective medium for his proposal, and giving Chloe time to admire her stunning new engagement ring.

It wasn't really the gold and diamonds that mattered of course. Brady had explained, for conversations sake, that the gold was a special rare metal reserved only for special occasions within the royal family that involved a process of mixing tiny diamond particles in the gold in its liquid state, making the jewelry not only more magnificent, but also more durable, and shortening the time necessary to craft the jewel. But it was the fact that the magnificent ring symbolized their eternal and destined love for one another that Chloe admired most about the extraordinary piece of jewelry.

Brady had also explained to Chloe that the ring had actually been forged years ago, when Brady reached marriage age. It was the standard engagement ring for members of the royal family. The only different aspect of each ring was the center diamond. Brady had asked Harold to have the jeweler set it with a sapphire stone to match Chloe's enchanting blue eyes.

"I will need to send the ring back to the jeweler in the morning," Brady had said, much to Chloe's disappointment. Due to the time restraints, as Brady did need the ring quickly to propose after all, the sapphire had not been secured well enough for the ring to withstand long term use. As it was, it was fairly well just for show. Assuming Chloe didn't lose the sapphire out of the ring before morning, the same stone would be secured properly in the gold setting by the royal jeweler. "I did not have time to engrave it properly."

"What else could you possibly need to add?" Chloe had asked curiously. The ring was magnificently perfect just as it was.

"Here, on this side," Brady had said, taking hold of her right ring finger and pointing to the blank side of the ring, opposite the dove engraving, "I think we shall add intertwining letters; the Mucchean letters for B and C. This ring, as it is now, is all about Neroean tradition. But, if we are to be married, then I think it only proper that our wedding bands show that we are forever linked through our love. I am Neroean, but you were born in Mucche, and I wish to show you that I respect that. What better way then to display a little bit of your homeland in the jewel that symbolizes our union? An intertwining of our cultures as well as our souls, if you will." It was customary for the King to also wear a gold band on his finger once married, though it usually was only a solid gold band with an engraving to symbolize his loyalty to his chosen wife. Brady planned to have his crafted with the same Mucchean letters as he was placing on Chloe's. Chloe had been greatly moved by the gesture. It would mean physical proof that Brady accepted the fact that she was born of Kiriakis royalty, and he loved her just the same.

Night had fallen by now. The many servants, mindful not to bother the lovers who were too wrapped up in each other to notice that there was even a world around them, had lit all the garden torches at the first sign of nightfall, as they did every evening. The torches, along with the sufficient moon lighting, perfectly illuminated all paths and walkways around the castle. Neither wanted to head in just yet, but despite the cooling night breeze, bugs were becoming quite the hassle as they were drawn to the light of the bright torches. And they couldn't forget that the Kings of the Alliance would soon be arriving seeking answers. Brady had explained to her in detail exactly what his plans were, and what he meant to tell the citizens of Nero at the public announcement. So it was best all around that the newly engaged couple should head in for the night. They had just gotten within sight of the courtyard when the young lovers were pulled from their blissful "no-one-else-in-the-world" state by a call to Brady.

"King Brady!" King Jason shouted out the moment he caught sight of Brady and Chloe approaching. He had just arrived at the Palace moments ago, and hadn't even taken time to rest or greet Princess Miriam properly for that matter. He had been too distracted for such pleasantries, and had been rather disgusted to find news that respectful King Brady was reported to be out with his lady friend rather then awaiting their arrival while there were drastic events playing out around them. Upon sight of Chloe, however, Jason, even though the lighting was rather dim, and she paled in comparison to Princess Miriam in his eyes, could see why a man would choose spending time with his over duty. "Ah, and this must be the young lady you informed us all about. You failed to mention, however, what a stupendously magnificent creature she was," Jason stated, causing a slight blush to grace Chloe's cheeks. She knew full well they was merely words out of gentlemanly courtesy, but Chloe still wasn't quite used to being spoken to like a lady. Brady and Chloe had already let go of each other's hands before coming within sight of David and Jason, giving no indication of their relationship just yet. Jason reached for Chloe's hand to lay a kiss upon it, as was customary and proper for a man, whatever his status in life, to do when being introduced to dignified young ladies such as Chloe. "My lady?" Jason asked permission, as he remembered hearing that this girl was not from around their countries, and he did not wish to seem too presumptuous that she would not find their cultures discourteous. Chloe nodded, allowing him to place a respectful kiss upon her hand. "Quite magnificent indeed," Jason murmured, though not in any manner that a lady would find insulting or impertinent. He really only made the statement because he had found it rather impossible not to notice the exquisite, and extremely eye-catching ring on Chloe's finger.

"You are too kind, Your Majesty," Chloe said politely, finding it almost second nature to curtsy when in presence of other high status gentlemen. It was quite as if she never really forgot what she had learned in her short years in Mucche… Well, at least some less cruel bits of information at any rate. She might have been a slave most of her life, but living so long in Nero had taught one to recognize Nero's allies. And what little she remembered of her time in Mucche had made her able to recognize Mucche's enemies, so though she was just now meeting the Kings of the Alliance in person, she could know preciously who they were without a formal introduction. Although of course the clothes a King wore, unless they liked to dress like commoners the way Brady had when they met for the first time as adults in the court square, were usually a dead giveaway. She of course did not see the Kings of the Alliance as her enemies as she might have as a child. Even if she was not Brady's fiancé, she would not feel that way about them. Chloe could only hope that she would not have to think of them as enemies of her homeland, enemies of what little family she had left, for much longer.

As Jason straightened, letting Chloe withdraw her hand and drop back to her side, it suddenly dawned on him where he had seen the ring on Chloe's finger before. He had met Queen Marlena once as a child, he vaguely remembered, and every portrait he remembered of Queen Isabella all included the wedding ring on her finger.

"Wait a minute. Is that not…"

"Jason, my friend, where are Shawn and David this evening? You can not possibly be the first to arrive," Brady interrupted, having seen where Jason's eyes were stationed as he began to ask his question. He was not willing to answer any questions about Chloe until the announcement.

"I am right here, young Black," David stated as he came up next to Jason at the top of the stone steps. Although David had not seen King John Black on many occasions, if he overlooked one particular incident which, though unknown to him, involved the beautiful young woman right in front of him, David knew full well of John's great accomplishments in the kingdom. Improving the plumbing system, helping to increase the crop productivity within the city, managing to keep the royal treasury sufficiently full without having to add a single tax on the townspeople through his entire reign. All were signs of John's greatness, before grief overtook him. Though he was well on his way, Brady had quite a long way to go before he became the mature, experienced King that his ancestors before him were. And even through his life of loss, he still had a better starting point than poor John had had. Brady had yet to let his grief manifest into an action that proved harmful to others. "As for Shawn, I take it that he was the first to arrive. Quite some time ago from what Lord Banks told me. Lord Banks was under the impression that since you were out, and Shawn did not wish to disturb you until Jason and myself arrived, he retired for a rest."

"And Miriam? Has she also retired for the evening?" Jason asked, trying not to sound too overly interested in whereabouts of young Princess Miriam, even though thoughts of her had so instantly clouded his mind that he forgot all about inquiring about Chloe's ring. David smiled knowingly.

"Actually, young Masters, I could not convince my overly stubborn daughter to rest awhile even after such a long trip. She has insisted upon waiting for us in the conference room. Shall we, gentlemen?"

"Actually, David, I am afraid we haven't the time. I know I promised you all an explanation once you reached Nero, but I must call together a public announcement before the hour grows too late. It is really already a stretch to call together the townspeople, but it is rather important. If you do not mind, why don't you and Jason retrieve Princess Miriam and meet me on the balcony for the announcement? We can retire to the conference room after I talk to the people, where I assure you we can talk more in detail. I will send Harold for Shawn," Brady said. David nodded in agreement.

"Of course. We shall be waiting for your arrival. Jason, would you mind escorting an old man to his daughter's side?" David asked, knowing Jason, though he hid his affections for young Miriam quite well, would be greatly pleased to see her again. Jason, trying to hide his slight smile, nodded.

"It would be my honor, David," Jason replied. With that, Jason and David turned back inside the Palace, intent on retrieving Miriam from the conference room. Brady shook his head, smiling, as he too noticed how Jason reacted to the mention of Princess Miriam Lockhart. He had instantly forgotten all about the engagement ring on Chloe's finger in his haste to get to Miriam's side. Brady turned to Chloe now, taking her hands in his once again, and smiling affectionately at her.

"That was a close one," Brady stated with a grin, bending to place a gentle, loving kiss on her hand, the complete opposite of when Jason had kissed her hand.

"Yes it was," Chloe said with a similar grin on her face, although hers was mixed more with relief. She was rather nervous about the announcement that was to be made in just a short time. Chloe had no doubt that the townspeople would be very pleased at the announcement of their engagement, even if she was a stranger to them. During her short time in the Palace, she had heard quite a large bit of gossip. All the townspeople seemed to be worrying more over the fact that Brady had not chosen a bride-- not even appeared to be courting a love interest even-- then they were about the ongoing wars. It was not the engagement announcement that worried her. The citizens would welcome a stranger if it meant Brady would finally be taking a bride to produce an heir, but would they accept a Mucchean Princess?

Chloe was also rather saddened by that knowledge that the people probably would have an easier time adjusting to a total stranger then they would a Mucchean. Chloe could only pray there would be no riots. Hopefully, Brady's proposal of peace, finally, with Mucche would keep most of those who would riot at bay. Brady could sense her unease, so he squeezed her hands reassuringly, trying to give her positive vibes. Tonight would be quite a hurdle to get over, only to be followed by an even bigger one tomorrow. They could not give up on their love for one another now; now was when they needed their bond to be strongest.

"You're worried, aren't you?" Brady asked knowingly. Chloe knew she need not answer. She just lowered her head, looking down at their hands linked together. He gave her a strength she could not possibly ever describe. But she could not expect him to be strong enough for the both of them in all situations. "I understand, Chloe, you know I do. But you shouldn't fret over this. I promise you, they will all come to love you, as much as I do. Though in most cases, I pray not the way I love you," Brady joked, hoping to ease her worry. And it did seem to work, as a wide smile spread across Chloe's face. "And do not even begin to worry about tomorrow. Let's just think of getting through the night. And Chloe, I want you to understand something," Brady started, gripping her hands tightly, but not painfully, in his, and drawing them close to him, her fingertips grazing his shirt. "No matter what happens, no matter how the people react to our engagement, and even if Philip is not welcoming of us… as long as we have each other, everything will be alright. You know that, don't you? You believe me when I say that?" Brady asked.

"You know I do, Brady. I love you so much… I know as long as I am with you, I will always be safe, and happy. And that is all that matters. As long as we are together, we will be happy," Chloe replied. And she did believe that, with all her heart and soul. "I just hope that they like me. It is quite difficult to be a good Queen when your subjects hate you," Chloe stated, with another grin. Brady laughed, pulling her close to him. And she fell into his waiting arms, and her lips happily surrendered to his in a delicious kiss.

"You are just so beautiful when you tease," Brady murmured as their kiss broke, but his arms still remained wrapped securely around her. "Although I personally prefer a whole other kind of teasing over that of funny jokes," Brady breathed, placing a soft kiss on her neck just under her ear. Chloe giggled, squirming out of his grasp playfully, although she would much rather prefer that his arms stayed wrapped around her for all eternity.

"You are a terrible procrastinator, Brady Black. Whatever happened to your duties which you tried so desperately to swear to not a day before?" Chloe teased, reminding him of the excuse he had attempted to use to send her away when he thought she had come to break his heart.

"I think you are just trying to get rid of me, Chloe," Brady stated matter-of-factly, moving to wrap his arms around her again. Chloe darted away, though just to tease him, not really because she wished him to leave.

"In all seriousness, Brady, we really mustn't linger. It will take some time to get the people together, especially at such a late hour. And we must retrieve Shawn, so we really must go inside now," Chloe said. If she had her way, they could never go inside and she'd be pleased. She didn't quite feel like leaving the fantasy paradise that the gardens had become after Brady's proposal. But she believed the sooner they got their obligations over with, perhaps the sooner they could return to their blissful paradise, where only they existed. Brady nodded in agreement. He too did not want to have to go back inside. But if he lingered any longer in the alternate reality they had created in their bliss, he would be unable to ever return to the real reality, where he had many important, often life-threatening, obligations to fulfill.

"I suppose we must. Would you like to accompany me to find Shawn and Harold, or would you prefer to go on alone and wait with Jason and David?" Brady asked.

"That all depends."

"On what?"

"On whether Jason will be too distracted by Miriam to ask questions about my ring or not." Brady laughed at this. Even a total stranger could see Jason's adoration for Princess Miriam. And he had thought he hid it so well.

"I am quite certain he will not even notice you are there, my love. Which is good, because I would so hate having to despise one of my closest friends for noticing my future wife a little too much," Brady replied. Chloe smiled.

"Then I shall be waiting for you on the balcony," Chloe said. She turned to leave, but then decided better of it as she turned quickly back, moving in for a quick, but sensuous kiss. "Don't be too long," Chloe whispered, before turning once again to head inside, disappearing before Brady could utter a single word. And she meant it too. Not only did she not want to be away from Brady's side for, Chloe really did not want to be alone with Jason and David too long. Though Jason would be distracted, David, being much older and wiser, would be free to make observations of her. She really would have rather accompanied Brady, but Chloe figured she would only be in his way. So, she would just have to hope King David would keep his assumptions to himself rather then taking Jason's method of making observations aloud.

Shaking his head, Brady smiled slyly, as he too walked up the few courtyard steps and entered the Palace. She was such a tease, and he loved every moment of it. Brady made his way through the winding hallways which he knew like the back of his hand from a lifetime spent wandering them, heading for the Palace kitchen.

"Haro…." Brady began as he swung open the door to the kitchen. He stopped when he noticed it was empty. Not even the Royal Cook was to be seen, although perhaps the hour was later than he thought. Brady furrowed his brow, wondering where Harold would be. Brady usually found Harold in the kitchen this late at night, since there would be no other servants around to bother him as he flirted with the young Royal Cook who Harold had developed quite a crush on over the years. It was very unusual that Brady would look for him in the kitchen and not find Harold there. Brady shrugged, closing the door and deciding to go to Harold's room. It was doubtful that Harold would have retired for the night, as he knew the Kings of the Alliance would be arriving and requiring to be tended to. But perhaps he would be there preparing a speech or perhaps working on a proposal he wished Brady to bring to the public's attention. That man was always coming up with new ideas. Just as he approached the royal hall, Brady caught sight of Shawn coming out of one of the bedrooms, Brady assumed the one Shawn always occupied when he visited the Palace.

"Brady," Shawn greeted, coming forward to clasp Brady's arm in greeting. "I was beginning to think you would never come in from the gardens."

"Oh, you know I would not have stayed out there forever. Eventually, I would have gotten very hungry," Brady joked. He was just in such a good mood. What newly engaged man that loved his fiancé more than life itself wouldn't be? And somehow, someway, he sensed that Shawn was actually happy too. Brady always did have a talent for sensing things others did not, and for some reason, the aura around Shawn seemed much lighter, much more contented. Much like the way Shawn was before Isabella died. "But in all seriousness, I came to tell you that there is to be a public announcement now as soon as the townspeople are gathered together. I'd like for you to go met the others on the balcony for the announcement, and then we will retire to the conference room. After all, I still owe you three a very serious, detailed explanation for putting you through all those preparations then calling you back on a moment's notice."

"An explanation would be nice, yes," Shawn said in much the same light, airy manner as Brady's hunger joke.

"Have you seen Harold? I'd like to ask his assistance in gathering the people together for the announcement. He is so much better with people than I, and that skill will likely come in handy as I'm certain this will awaken a large number of our townsfolk," Brady stated.

"Harold is in his room, I believe. Is there anything I can help with?"

"No no, that's quite alright. You just go on, the others will be there by now I imagine. I'll meet you there shortly," Brady replied. Shawn nodded, turning to head the rest of the way down the hall to Brady's chambers where the only access to the balcony would be. "Oh, and Shawn?"

"Yes Brady?" Shawn replied, turning on his heel to face Brady again.

"You do know that buttons are meant to be worn on the front side, don't you?" Brady asked. Shawn looked down quizzically, and was very embarrassed to find that his shirt had been put on backwards. "I mean, if this is a new fashion statement, I support you all the way. It's just that you may not wish to go up in front of all of Nero looking like you just rolled out of bed."

"Well I did just roll out of bed. Took a nap and all that," Shawn stammered. "I'll just… yeah, I'll just go get a little more presentable."

"That would be a good idea," Brady laughed, passing Shawn as he opened the door to the room he'd occupied last time he was in the Palace, and continuing one door up to Harold's bedroom door. Brady knocked three times, calling for Harold to open the door. Just because he was King after all didn't mean he liked to barge in on people, although from time to time he threatened to barge in on Harold just to taunt him.

"Just a minute," Harold called in reply, and Brady could hear some rustling noises come from inside the room; something like a chair being moved across the floor, and papers picked up off the floor or desk? A moment later, Harold opened the door, dressed in fresh clothing and with a scroll in his hands. Harold rarely went anywhere without his writing utensils. He claimed it would be a shame if an idea occurred to him, and he forgot it by the time he got to a quill and scroll, so he usually just carried one around with him, secured to a thin wooden rectangular board which Harold had strangely dubbed his 'clip board', whatever that was supposed to mean. "My apologies, Your Majesty. I assumed that you would wish to call for an announcement as soon as Shawn and the others arrived. I wanted to look my best when people started shooting me dirty looks for waking them from their slumbers." Brady grinned.

"Then you know what I am going to ask of you," Brady stated. Harold nodded.

"Yes Your Majesty, I'm on it. I have a few of our resident loud mouths ready to help me call out the declaration that you wish to speak to the people," Harold replied. He half bowed, signifying his departure, and Brady waved him on. Shawn emerged from his room, now looking more like a King rather then a blind man who couldn't dress himself, just as Harold passed. "Your Majesty," Harold acknowledged with a simple nod, and a slight smile that Brady did not see.

"Harold," Shawn returned, simply nodding as well. And Harold continued his way down the hall then, and Shawn approached Brady. "Shall we head to the balcony now?"

"You go on ahead, Shawn, I believe I'll go down and make sure everything goes smoothly," Brady replied. Shawn nodded, passing Brady in the hall to continue to Brady's chambers again. Brady smiled as he watched Shawn pass, and he took a few steps down the hall before speaking again to comment on something about Shawn he hadn't noticed before.

"Nice ass, Shawnie Boy," Brady smirked, walking on without giving Shawn a chance to respond. Shawn whirled around, but of course, it's rather impossible to watch one's own ass. So he just turned his head, and reached to pull on his leather pants to get a view, thinking he might have sat in something. But rather then the fine leather that had been used to make Shawn's pants, Shawn's hand came in to contact with soft flesh. Shawn had only changed his shirt and not his pants. He apparently had been too off in his own little world to notice that the seam of his pants had been ripped completely open, and he had just about walked out in front of a crowd of thousands of Neroean men, women, and children bare-assed. Shawn's face immediately turned scarlet red as he finally felt the breeze… Brady was never going to let him live this one down……

Little over a half hour later, all the townspeople had been gathered in the castle's Court Square for the public announcement. Actually, a much larger number of people had arrived then expected, considering the late hour, that even more guards had been called from their posts to ensure that the peace was kept within the crowd. Even if a crowd agreed with what was being announced and had no negative fears, such a large number of people in such a small amount of space could easily become hostile due to the poor surroundings, and people's natural tendency to lash out when their personal space is violated.

King Shawn, King David, King Jason, Chloe, and all but a few of the council members were all already present on the sizeable balcony awaiting only Brady and Harold's arrival. Chloe's hands were fixed in her lap as she nervously wrung her hands together, hoping no one would notice, and praying Brady would hurry up and arrive. What strength she had built up about the impending announcement was waning fast. If Brady did not arrive soon, Chloe feared that she might bolt… what was taking so long?

"My dear, why are you fidgeting so? Has the night air brought you a chill?" David asked in whisper, concerned. He was a true gentlemen of his time. Just because one was of high status did not mean that they should not be as concerned about the well-being of others as they were their own. In fact, a King, at least a good King, was expected to be no less of a gentlemen. Though he did not sense that Chloe was merely cold from the night air, as it was rather perfect tonight, actually. But he did sense something was amiss with the girl.

David had been seated beside Chloe quite some time ago, after retrieving his daughter Miriam from the conference room, and he had noticed that she had not stopped her nervous habits. First she had tapped her foot insistently for five straight minutes, and then she spent the next ten crossing and uncrossing her arms, and now she was wringing her hands in her lap. Surely she had not thought no one had noticed? Even the crowd below, which did not have the close up view that David had, could probably see signs of Chloe's nervousness as they chatted amongst themselves, some grumbling about being awakened at such an hour, and others talking excitedly as if every word of news that the King would speak upon his arrival would be like a lifeline to the world outside of Nero to them. David's question startled Chloe out of her worried thoughts, and she stopped wringing her hands, placing them down in her lap.

"Oh no. Thank you very much for your kind concern, Your Majesty. Nothing ails me. I am just simply not used to such large crowds, that's all. Just nerves, I suppose," Chloe lied, though she chided herself for it. If Brady considered David to be a trusted friend and ally, then so did she. It was not proper of her to lie to an ally, but she had no other choice. David would understand before long. David nodded in understanding, but he knew she was being dishonest. You did not rule as King of an entire country as long as David had and not be able to read people. Not only their words and actions, but their faces and tones as they spoke. He knew something more was on her mind, but he would respect her decision not to share any information. After all, he was a near stranger to her. David merely smiled reassuringly, reaching out a hand to place on top of her right hand, much in the way he would to console his daughter Miriam.

"Do not be nervous my dear. The crowd is really nothing to worry about. You are safe up here with us. Even if the news which young Brady brings us upsets them, there is nothing to fear," David reassured, patting her hand. Chloe smiled, bringing her left hand to place on top of David's in thanks.

"Thank you. I do feel much better now," Chloe said in hushed return. Just as Jason and Princess Miriam spoke in low voices as they awaited Brady and Harold, Chloe and David's voices had not gotten over a whisper as to not disturb the others around them, and also in a manner of keeping others from eavesdropping on their conversation. David nodded, giving Chloe's hand one last squeeze before removing his hand from hers. As he'd placed his larger hand over hers, he could not help but be reminded of the ring which was on her finger. He too had noticed it earlier, and noticed Jason's reaction to it. But David would not pry. He would not even think about its meaning, and had tried his best not to focus on it. But, just as his wily daughter was, David was a very curious man, and he rather hoped that if the ring did indeed hold any significance, they would find out about it soon enough, whether at the announcement or the conference afterwards.

Not but another moment passed before Brady emerged from behind the curtain separating the balcony from his chambers, followed right behind by Harold, and the people within the crowd began to hush those around them, demanding silence as their King's presence was made known.

"Fully decent this time old friend?" Brady whispered with a smirk to Shawn, placing an arm on his shoulder, which Shawn swatted away in a rather unkingly manner. His face was still flushed from embarrassment as it was without Brady making it even worse. Brady just grinned, moving up towards the podium which he always stood at to speak in public announcements. Chloe caught his hand before he could approach it, and bid him bend his head down.

"What was that about?" Chloe asked curiously. Brady just shook his head, still smiling.

"I'll tell you about it later."

"You most certainly will not!" Shawn whispered feverently, having heard Brady's smug remark. Harold shushed him, nudging him with his elbow. A gesture which everyone failed to notice was just something a common man did not do to a King, even if he were King of another country, because it was just usually considered disrespectful.

"The announcement," Harold chided in whisper. And Shawn just nodded obediently, though he still gave Brady a 'don't you even dare' look before Brady turned to the podium. All those who had yet to be silenced now immediately stopped their chatter, quietly waiting for their beloved king to speak.

"Thank you all for gathering here tonight. I realize the hour is late, and I apologize for waking many of you and your children from your slumbers. But as always, I wished to share the information which I have recently received with you all as soon as possible. News pays no nevermind to the time of day, as they say," Brady said in his most regal, loudest possible voice to insure that his words carried to the back of the crowd, allowing those not fortunate enough to be in front to hear every word he spoke. Brady's joke caused many in attendance to chuckle, raising the somewhat stressed mood to a more pleasing level. If they had to be awoken or called out of their homes at odd hours of the night, it was a least refreshing to hear their King joke so. It meant whatever he had called them all together for did not trouble him so deeply that he had become cold or withdrawn. "Being as the hour is quite late, I am sure none of you will begrudge me if I merely get to the point," Brady stated. Chloe tensed slightly… this was it. No going back now. Although she was not aware of it, and would have stopped if she were, Chloe began to nervously rub the diamond of the ring on her finger.

"As I am sure you are all very much aware of by now, today I was to lead our army into the mountains of Mucche and engage in what might have very well been the final battle between Nero and its life-long enemy. And as you are also very much aware, that battle never happened. And I am here to tell you now, that, assuming all goes according to plan, it never will." Many hushed whispers began to be murmured throughout the crowd, and a few that were not so polite as to keep their opinions quietly to themselves.

"But, Your Majesty, surely you do not mean to just ignore our enemies!" One cry did come out quite clear, though its origins were unclear because of the mass of people.

"The Muccheans have made it quite clear they will not stop until they have their revenge!" Another cry, this one from an elderly man, who came from a family with very deep roots. He still remembered very clearly every story he had ever heard passed down from his ancestors about the feud between the Black family and the Kiriakis family. Brady raised his hands to hush the crowd, and they obeyed the unspoken request for their silence.

"My friends, I assure you, I by no means intend to leave Nero open to any danger. Quite the contrary. I believe I have finally found a peaceful way to resolve our differences and put this senseless bloody war behind us. Surely all of you more than I understand the importance of peace. I have suffered more than my fair share of loss in my time. But it is you, my faithful people, dedicated citizens of Nero, that suffer the highest price in these wars." Brady stated. "How many among you can honestly say that you, and I do mean you directly, have suffered no loss during your lifetime because of Nero's constant battles with Mucche? Who among you can truthfully tell me that this war does not affect each and every one of your lives on a day to day basis? Who among you have not suffered loss of crops, not lost a part of your homeland, never lost a loved one to these senseless battles? Well come on then! Who among you can say to me right here and now that they feel nothing has been taken from them because of this war? I want to know what you all think and feel. That is my job, that is what I am supposed to do. I am supposed to take your thoughts and your feelings and turn them into actions that benefit us all. So come on then, who here has suffered no losses?" Brady spoke perhaps a bit too harshly, but it was necessary to get his point across.

Not a man, women, or child among them spoke up. Truth be told, they had all felt the sting of loss that very well could have been avoided if a peace between the two nations could just be reached. Not a one among them had not lost a father or a brother or a cousin or a lover, or at least someone very close to them because of the war. So many of them had had crops destroyed, and would have starved to death if not for the outreaching hand of the Royal Family. Even John in his later years, which were filled with resentment and a desire for revenge, had always managed to see to it that his people did not go starving. But there had still always been loss, even if only a loss of pride at allowing some outsider to burn down their crops because they were too weak to fight. Deep down in their hearts, as much as the vast majority of them had such deep loyalty to their king, to their country, that they continued to look upon Mucche as an enemy because the kings of their time and times before had, they all knew the same truth. This battle had always, and would always be pointless as long as it continued to rage on, taking everything from them they had worked so hard for.

Brady nodded his head when no one answered. "I thought as much," Brady stated, more to himself, but to the citizens as well. "There is not one among you who has not felt the needless sting of loss. Then, would I be correct to believe that there is also not one among you who would not take all means necessary to not feel this loss anymore? Would I be correct in thinking that none of you present today would not much rather take a peaceful route than engaging in the battle to end all battles?" When he heard no complaints, Brady took it as they were all thinking to themselves the answer that he so hoped they would utter.

"I realize, Ladies and Gentlemen, that it does not seem like it has been that long since I was pushing for that battle. It seems like only a moment ago that I was leading you all into believing that our only option was to end this war once and for all with more bloodshed. Well, I was wrong, my friends. I was terribly wrong. There is a far better way to resolve our problems then through violence, and I lost sight of that. But now, I would like to introduce you to the woman responsible for that change in view," Brady stated. He half turned around, reaching out his hand for Chloe. Chloe hesitated, afraid. But Brady smiled at her, in that special way that only he could, and all her fears were melted away. She reached out to take his hand, and proudly stood at her lover's side in front of the majority of the Neroean population.

"It is my honor to introduce you all to the woman I thank God above everyday for bringing to me. The woman who in a few short days has changed my life, for the better, forever. My people, my friends… I'm proud to introduce my wife-to-be, and your future Queen… Chloe Kiriakis." What whispers that had begun to develop throughout the crowd as Brady started his introduction--whispers that perhaps their King had finally chosen a suitable mate, a new Queen to help in his rule, and whispers about the dignity and grace they sensed in Chloe's stance, that could only mean she was meant to be their queen-- came to a complete halt. Chloe did not know such a complete dead silence could exist in such a large mass of people in one small space. The fleeting hope that everything would be alright died within her at their silence, and she clung to Brady's hand for dear life. She felt that if a pin was dropped at this very moment, you could hear it for miles because of the vast, eerie silence which had enveloped the entire crowd, and every person that stood behind them on the balcony as well. Yelling and screaming, she could handle. Hell, she could even handle it if they hated her so much that they began pelting her with rocks or vegetation or whatever they had to throw at her. But this silence, this deafening, frightening silence, was driving her mad with each passing moment.

It was not until what seemed like hours later, while in reality, it was perhaps no more then a minute after Brady announced his fiance's name, that the silence was broken by the sound of a wooden chair scraping against the balcony flooring. It was Lord Banks, rising from his seat on the left side of the balcony. Lord Banks, who often stayed the latest of the councilmen in the Palace, had been first to arrive, and had therefore chosen his seat. He'd picked the first row of course, and had sat in the chair farthest right, so he had been only mere feet from Chloe's chair on the right side.

As Lord Banks approached her, Chloe feared perhaps he meant to strike her for daring to violate their country in such a manner as to make their beloved King fall in love with her. Or perhaps he would spit on her to show that they all would have nothing to do with her. But, had she known Lord Banks better, she would have known he would never do such a thing. Although he often did not agree with authority, if their King trusted this woman enough to wish to spend the rest of his life with her despite who her family was, then so could he. And so should they all. Much to Chloe's surprise, Lord Banks took Chloe's hand in his, and on bended knee, kissed her hand in respect, allowing all citizens present to see him as he did so.

"My Lady, I believe that I speak for us all when I say we welcome you to our country, and we would be honored to have you as our Queen," Lord Banks said with respect. And tears came to Chloe's eyes as the people began to follow in his example, so moved by the normally outspoken Lord Banks that they knew they could trust this woman, though Mucchean, to be their honored Queen.. Shouts of joy began to be heard throughout the crowd.

"All hail our new Queen!"

"Anyone our King would choose must be kind and just. Let us all hail to our new Queen, Chloe Kiriakis!" And many other such shouts could be made out, as each and every one of the council members approached Chloe in their respective turns to kiss the hand of their new Queen-to-be. King David and his daughter Miriam then stepped forward to shake hands with both Brady and Chloe, and offered their congratulations. Jason was be next, and he threw in an 'I knew it' comment or two before allowing Shawn to congratulate the happy couple. And when it came Harold's turn, Harold, being as he was the most persistent in Brady choosing a wife as soon as possible, actually hugged Chloe, babbling about how happy they were going to be and how welcome he would make sure she felt in the Palace and just on and on before Brady actually had to pry Chloe out of Harold's arms and just tell him thank you for all he had done, for the both of them.

As soon as the crowd settled down, and the councilmen and Kings of the Alliance were again seated, Brady went on more in detail about he and Chloe's plans to wed, and their hopes that Philip would take the marriage as a sign of union between the two countries. They spent well over an hour answering questions, and assuring the people that they would be leaving straight away in the morning to approach Philip with the idea.

"I want you all to remember," Brady continued, as he began to wrap up his speech, "no matter what happens in Mucche, no matter if Philip denies our petition of peace… Chloe and I will be wed. Although I am uncertain of what course of action we plan to take should Philip deny our union, I know one thing is for certain. This event, all the events of these past few days, will mean the end of this war once and for all, one way or another. I can assure you all of that," Brady finished. The crowd, which he had completely won over despite a few fears and worries from many of the citizens, cheered and clapped. "And now, I think you all should turn in for the evening. There is still much to do, but none of it will concern you now. You have done your duty in being loyal to me throughout thick and thin, and I… we thank you so very much for that loyalty. Whatever news I see fit to bring to your attention, I will do so as soon as it arises, as I always have. But for now, you should all go back to your homes, and get your rest. Good night, and I shall speak to you all when we return," Brady stated. One more cheer would be heard before the guards posted around would begin to clear out the area, directing traffic out of the castle's court square so no one would be harmed in the rush of people departing back to their homes. As the public began to clear out, the councilmen stood, some stretching their tired limbs from being in a setting position for so long.

"Come gentlemen, why don't we retire to the conference room now? I promised you all an even more detailed explanation, and I'm sure many of you will have questions and comments of your own to make," Brady stated when he turned to face the councilmen and the others which by now were all standing. David, dubbing himself somewhat leader of the group, nodded.

"That would be delightful. I myself have much which I would like to know. My Lady, will you be joining us tonight?" David asked. He would have preferred it if Chloe did stay for the conference. He usually did try to disagree with women being allowed in political matters. Not because he believed men alone could handle the burden of course. He actually had a very high respect for women and believed they could handle most situations better than men at times. He merely did not like to indulge his daughter's fantasies. It was enough that she would be put in such a danger when he passed on and had to assume the duties of a ruler, if her younger brother was not old enough. And even if Connor was of age then, Miriam would still rule at his side, even when he took a wife, just not with the title of Queen. But tonight, he believed it would be refreshing to have her present, as he was assured many of the questions he was anxious to ask could be more easily answered by her then Brady.

"Actually, Your Majesty, I believe that I will retire for the evening. It has been such a very fast paced day. I am actually quite tired," Chloe responded, now turning to Brady. "Is that alright with you, Brady?"

"Of course it is my love. You go on, I'll see to it that the place is cleared out and you are not disturbed. Harold," Brady began, and Harold stepped forward from his place still besides Shawn, "would you mind arranging for a hot bath for Chloe before you join us in the conference room?"

"Not at all, Your Majesty," Harold replied happily. He would probably agree to anything at that moment. He was just so pleased that Chloe had said yes, and the people were accepting of Brady's choice for his wife and Queen.

"Thank you, Harold. Gentlemen, why don't you all head out that way and I shall met you there momentarily," Brady said. All nodded, and they began to file out, Miriam breaking begrudgingly apart from Jason's side to take her father's arm for the walk through the many hallways to the awaiting conference room. Harold nodded his goodbye as well, and headed out behind the last of the councilmen, leaving Brady and Chloe alone on the balcony, except for a few people still milling out in the castle's court square, and the guards that were directing them out. Brady wrapped his arms around Chloe, pulling her in close to him, resting his forehead on hers, though not kissing her lips. "See? That wasn't so bad, now was it?" Chloe playfully swatted at Brady's arm in return, which caused wide grin to spread across his face.

"Not so bad? That silence almost drove me mad! I thought they hated me for sure," Chloe stated.

"Not once they heard the full story. And really, I think it was shock that silenced them, not hatred. After all, rumor was you were dead," Brady pointed out. He had explained, though not in detail, to the people that Princess Chloe Kiriakis had most definitely not been killed, but had in fact lived here in Nero most of her life. And although they knew she had lived as a slave, somehow the knowledge that she had spent most of her childhood and adolescence living in Nero put their mind more to ease, like living here, even if it might not have been her choice, made her more of a part of Nero rather then a part of Mucche. Brady had briefly explained that although he knew nothing of what kind of a man Philip was, he knew that Chloe was good and pure, and would make a fine Queen for them all. And they, at least for the most part, believed that. If their King believed it, so would they. Not to say that they were sheep. Quite the opposite. They very much voiced their opinions on matters, whether they concerned the community as a whole or not, every chance they got. But, although they'd seen hard times, the Blacks were very well respected for their honesty, and the people knew that Brady would not tell them anything that he did not believe with all his heart, and that he believed would bring them only good, not harm. "Everything is going to be alright Chloe. You have to believe that, especially now, when you've seen the way they have taken to you. I know that even if they may still be a bit skeptical, it will not be long before they love and respect you, the way they did my mother and sister." Chloe's glance lowered a bit, almost in shame.

"I could never be as good a Queen as your mother and sister were, Brady. You know that," Chloe said. Brady frowned, placing a finger under her chin to lift her eyes up to face his.

"Chloe….let's not talk of such things now, alright? Let us think only happy thoughts, while we still can. Tomorrow is a big day. Let's not start it off with such talk, alright?" Chloe nodded in reply. "Good. Harold won't take long preparing your bath. Why don't you go in and have a nice hot bath, and I will join you as soon as I can." Chloe again nodded.

"That sounds wonderful, although I wish you could join me for that bath," Chloe stated with a smile now.

"Tempting. But alas, duty calls. And I must hurry off before you tempt me with even more delicious images of you and the things I would much rather be doing with you instead of going to this conference," Brady said with a smirk. With a swooping bow, he kissed her hand, and was through the curtain on his way to the conference room without another word from her. He was famous for that, leaving with the last word in. And Chloe found that so enticing, and just loved it. Chloe shook her head before she went through the lush purple curtain herself, to pick out something nice, something "delicious" to wear for when her husband-to-be came back from his meeting…..

Brady sighed in relief as the last of his councilmen finally departed from the room. Although Brady had originally intended to convene only with Jason, Shawn, and David, many of the councilmen present had insisted upon accompanying their King to the meeting. In the presence of Kings from other countries, the councilmen had been less quick to shout and bicker so, but that had only meant it took longer to get rid of them. In the near two hours since the announcement had ended, there really had not been any constructive conclusions reached, although a few questions had been posed that would prove of interest to the Kings of the Alliance. But now, Brady was growing quite tired, and wondered if he would be allowed to retreat to his chambers before dawn at this rate.

"Well, now that that has been taken care of, we can get down to business," Jason stated. He too had been greatly pleased to see the last of Brady's council go. Jason could barely stand his own council, let alone Brady's. Hardly a word any of them had said, save Lord Banks, perhaps the most rational of all of them, in the last two painfully long hours had been at all useful to their purpose. But in all politeness, not a single one of those that had more important things to discuss made their exasperation known.

"Yes, let's," David agreed. "The hour grows late, so perhaps we should attempt to cut this short. I believe the biggest question, young Black, that we pose here is, what you plan to do should King Philip deny your peace treaty?" David asked. Brady sighed again.

"To be honest, David, I really do not know. Chloe and I have not discussed anything further then approaching Philip. I believe… we are, both of us, rather afraid of what would happen if Philip did send us away. It would devastate Chloe, and for the people of Nero… it could quite possibly mean the inevitable."

"All out war." It wasn't really a question Shawn asked, but a statement. Brady nodded, his sadness evident. Even after all the pain the Kiriakis family had inflicted upon him and his ancestors, even though he knew he should probably not trust Philip, especially not enough to go willingly into his lands, unarmed, with a message of peace… Even through all that, he could no longer justify war on Mucche. A family that could produce someone as wonderfully kind and good-natured as Chloe, even if she had not been raised in their house, could not be all bad. And he loved Chloe so much, he knew if he should ever raise a sword against the Kiriakis family in battle again, it would hurt her, maybe even push her away. Brady wanted no more heartache to be bestowed upon those he loved, and he prayed that nothing would go wrong tomorrow, that they could finally be at peace. They could not be the family that he had so desired so long as war still raged between their homelands.

"I know you do not want to think about this from a negative perspective, Brady. Now more then ever, I can see why you would be resistant of any thought of battle between Nero and Mucche. But it is an option we must consider. Philip could very well deny your peace treaty. In fact, as much as I hate to say it, it almost seems inevitable. Let us not forget, that it has been quite a long number of years since Chloe was taken from the Kiriakis Palace and taken in to slavery. She looks completely different now, no doubt, from what she looked like when she was but eight years old. Aside from her word, there is really no physical proof that she is in fact Chloe Kiriakis," Jason pointed out.

"Even if King Philip did believe, it is very likely that he would still deny the treaty of peace," Miriam spoke out, not the first time this evening. She usually held her tongue when attending meetings with her father, as she was glad to just be allowed to attend at all. But tonight, she felt more inclined to speak up. Though her father would most likely scold her for it later, Brady seemed encouraging of Miriam's insight when she'd spoken up while Brady's council were present. And Jason had always told her that she needed to be more outspoken if she expected to be a leader one day. Now was as good a time as any. "I mean no disrespect to your fiancé when I say this, King Brady, but the Kiriakis family is not exactly known for rational thinking. Even if King Philip believes that Chloe is his long lost twin sister, he might hold such a grudge against you-- and, in turn, her for siding with you-- that he still denies your marriage as a symbol of peace. There is no way of knowing whether your presence in Mucche, even if under a banner of peace, will be accepted or not."

"You are quite right, Princess Miriam. There is no guarantee that we will be welcomed," Brady agreed rather solemnly.

"That brings us to another concern," David started, after he had given his daughter a look which only she understood the meaning of. "I have heard no mention of who will escort you to Mucche. As far as I have heard it, only yourself and your fiancé are going before King Philip."

"That is correct," Brady replied.

"But that's absurd! I do not mean to question your judgment, Brady. I respected your father before you, and I see much of him in you. But you can not really mean to go unarmed into the very heart of your enemy's fortress, to approach a man who has made no effort to hide his contempt for your family," David stated.

"But you see, David, that is part of the message I am trying to convey. I do not wish for Philip to be seen as my enemy any longer," Brady replied. David nodded, understanding. But still he would not let up, and he did hope that the others would back him up.

"I understand that, Brady. I really do. But as a King, you must be willing to look at every situation from every angle. I know you wish to appear sincere and embracing in Philip's eyes, but you must understand… there is a possibility that he would try to have you killed on sight. He does not after all know anything of the reason you are coming to him. As far as he is concerned, Chloe disappeared years ago, and I imagine he probably assumes her dead just as everyone else had. And, if he is anything like his father Victor, Philip will probably see your approaching of the Palace as some kind of trick to kill him. I do not think it wise for you to go alone. I honestly wonder if you and Chloe should go at all. And I do not mean that I do not think peace should be called for between Nero and its allies and Mucche. I simply mean that, perhaps it would be wiser if you sent a messenger to Philip, requesting that he meet with you in a secured location under a banner of truce. A few men from each side could be present. I am sure that I speak for all of us when I say that even Jason, Shawn and myself would be more than willing to attend then, should proper precautions be taken. But this idea of yours to just show up in Mucche…"

"Is unheard of, I know," Brady finished. And perhaps it was. Any other person in a similar situation would have insisted upon methods such as David had described. But his situation had been unheard of from square one. Calling for a meeting under a banner of truce just seemed like the wrong way to go about this. Philip would deny that meeting, and then of course after that, he would be on his guard, looking for him to pop up at any moment in an attack. Going to Mucche unarmed and alone, although reckless, just seemed like the only solution. Somehow, though he had not shared this with Chloe, Brady just felt like… like Philip was expecting their arrival. Brady had shaken it off; he always got feelings that turned out to be completely false. Because of his belief in his connection with his mother who had long since passed, Brady often took feelings that he had far too seriously. But this feeling, although surely it meant nothing, he just believed that he could not take lightly.

"Well," Shawn started, "if you are insistent upon going to Mucche the way you are, unannounced, then perhaps you should consider taking along some guards. They could be disguised, as your driver and footman perhaps. It would only be two men to protect you should things go wrong, but two armed men would be far better then no protection at all." Jason and Harold, who had been quite silent since he finished gushing about how good it was Brady was finally taking a wife, both nodded in agreement.

"Yes, if you insist upon going in to Mucche the way you are, a few armed guards would be quite the improvement. And I think you should allow at least one of us to go with you."

"No," Brady said firmly. "This is something I have been meaning to bring up all night. I do not think any of you, nor your men and kingdoms, should have anything further to do with this situation," Brady said, and he could tell that David was about to speak up in protest. "Please, do not speak yet. I realize that I am the one who came to you for help. But that was before. Things have changed now. What has happened in the past few days has taught me that this is no longer anyone's concern but my own. This affair is left between Nero and Mucche alone… No, it is between the Black and Kiriakis families alone now, and I will no longer put anyone else in harm's way. Far too much pain and loss has been caused as it is, and I was wrong in bringing you all in to this tangled web of bloodshed."

"You most certainly were not," Jason, the most defiant of the three kings, spoke rather harshly. "You know as well as I that this matter pertains to us all. Mucche is no longer satisfied with going after Nero and its people. Rubino has already become a target, or have you forgotten that that is how Chloe came to be here? If Philip would go after Rubino, it is only a matter of time before he strikes on Arcadia and Supervisore as well. Why then should this not be an affair that we all must be concerned with?"

"Because of Chloe," Brady answered. "She is the key factor in this whole matter now. I truly believe that is why she has been sent to me, by whatever force was good enough to send her. She alone has the power to stop this war. And if Philip should deny her as his sister, then there is not one among you who could bring about the end of this ceaseless conflict."

"I do not believe that, Brady. Perhaps alone we can't bring the battles to an end. But together, we can. You wouldn't have called us all together if you didn't believe that at some point," David stated.

"Then what do you suppose we do, David? It is not conceivable to leave your troops out in the fields wherever you may have stationed them. So you can not possibly mean to leave them there, waiting to see if we are going to continue our opposed battle or not. As it is there probably are not enough supplies. My kingdom could house some of them, but not enough to launch a full-scale attack. And surely you realize that if Philip turns us away, he will be expecting a battle, and will be prepared. Our surprise attack will be useless," Brady stated, perhaps a little more harshly then he had intended. "I know that it is wrong of me to ask this of you, as it was I who called for your involvement in the first place. But all I can offer you now is compensation for the funds lost on preparations for the battle which will not happen. And it will not happen, I can assure you of that. At least not at my hand."

"We don't need your money. We have done what we have done because we believe in the cause. You know, Brady, a King is not supposed to allow his emotions to cloud his judgment. At least not a good King," Jason said harshly, although he really did not wish to offend Brady. He was just angry at how ridiculously Brady was handling the situation.

"Jason, do not be so cruel," Miriam scolded.

"What Jason means, I am sure, is that, even though you may love this girl, love Chloe very deeply, you should not allow your feelings for her to get in the way of doing what is right. It does not take an oracle to see that you are resisting any physical confrontation with Mucche because of what you believe it will do to Chloe. And that is natural Brady; it's natural to do anything within one's power to protect the people one loves. But, you have to remember, as unfair as it may be, you are a King, and there are many countless people who depend upon you to keep them safe. Their lives, Brady, are in your hands. Please, I beg of you, don't allow more hardship to befall them. I know you are only trying to do what you feel is right by your love. But, as a King, you should be doing what is right by your people. It may be unfair, but that is the way life must be," David stated. Brady shook his head, standing abruptly from the table.

"I will discuss this no more tonight. I will leave it up to you what you decide to do with your men, but I think it best if you withdraw them and send them back to their homes, or to their stations, wherever it is they have to go. If you truly are concerned that Philip will deny our peace treaty, then you are free to stay in the Palace until Chloe and I have returned from Mucche. It would be pleasant to greet you all upon my arrival, especially if I bring bad news. But from now on, your actions are solely at your own discretion. As far as I am concerned, this discussion has ended. I will see you all upon my return, God willing, if you should decide to stay," Brady stated, turning to leave. Shawn quickly stood, catching Brady by the arm. He could see a new emotion in Brady's eyes, one that the others did not notice, and one that only he could understand. Brady was starting to get the same look he himself saw every time he looked in the mirror after Isabella's death. It was a look, far off, and unnoticeable by most, but still a very distinct look of pulling way. Brady was getting too involved in Chloe for his own good, and Shawn could not stand to see the same fate that had befallen him rain down upon his life long friend.

"Brady, please do not leave. We have much yet left to discuss. Please. We are only here to support you. Don't shut us out," Shawn pleaded. But Brady would not hear it, though he was touched by Shawn's general care for the situation. He had always been more understanding of him then the oft short-tempered Jason.

"I am tired Shawn. And not just physically tired from the day's long events. I am tired of the constant fighting, and I am tired of the constant worry. I do not wish to shirk my responsibilities, but I will have no more worry tonight. It is just too much for me. But as I have said, you are free to stay as long as you like. Consider my Palace like your second home. You may have free run of it as you will. Harold will set you all up in rooms for the night, assuming he has not already. And I would like you all to know that I will take your suggestions, at least on some aspects, to heart. Tomorrow before our departure, I will have Rex call upon his two best swordsmen to masquerade as our attendants. And now, I bid you all a good night." And there would be no further argument. Brady quickly retreated out of the conference room, and was back in the safety of his chambers before anyone could even think of following him, leaving five worried people left in the conference room to discuss Brady's behavior. They would stay for an hour more to discuss what they planned to do in Brady's absence. But Brady would think no more of business and duty. That was all he had been left to do for so long; why should it be considered wrong for him to take time to himself? Tonight he would merely hold his true love in his arms, and forget every other person on the face of the earth existed, even if it meant he might soon fall in to that vulnerable belief permanently. Nothing mattered, as long as she was there with him. And nothing would ever matter again if she was ever not there beside him….

"Oh Philip…" Jan whispered as she opened the door to Philip's chambers. It was very, very unheard of for someone of her class and social status in life to even be in the Palace unattended, let alone enter His Royal Majesty's chambers at will without being announced. But Philip had always let Jan have her way, so she had figured today would be no different. Unfortunately for Jan, however, today would be very different. "Oh!" Jan exclaimed in surprise as she was not greeted by the sight of Philip asleep in his bed or sitting up at his desk as she had expected; well, Philip was sitting at his desk, but this time, some sleazy blonde broad was sitting on top of it, giggling bubbly, trying not to sound like the whore that she was, at something funny Philip had said.

"Jan!" Philip snapped as he caught sight of her in the doorway, bolting up and slamming the door angrily behind her. He stared at her with a very disapproving, and very disturbing disgusted look as he yelled at her. "What in God's name do you think you are doing here? You are not even allowed to be in the Palace unless I summon you!"

"That just goes to show you what lousy security you have in your Palace," Jan snipped in return. Authority be damned. She let Philip have his way most of the time, but Jan was too proud to allow herself to be talked to in such a manner, although she did know her limits. Jan's face softened, and she reached out a hand to caress Philip's cheek, though the touch meant nothing emotionally. "Please do not be angry with me. I was only thinking of you. You were quite distressed last I saw you. I thought you could use some cheering up," Jan cooed. But her face hardened a bit again as she looked over Philip's shoulder at Cynthia, still perched up on the desk like a cat eyeing her prey. "But I can see you seem to have quite enough cheer as it is," Jan seethed. Cynthia grinned, hopping off the desk and coming up behind Philip, wrapping her arm around his waist. She too had no respect for authority; she did not even see Philip as authority, but merely a toy she liked to play with.

"Is this all your kingdom has to hope for in the form of a courtship, Your Majesty? I can truly see why you have chosen to stay unmarried," Cynthia cooed snidely. "A King such as yourself should not have to be reduced to fraternizing with cheap whores who so obviously live to defy you at every turn."

"How dare you!" Jan screeched. This coming from a woman who was perhaps more scantily clothed then herself, and who had attached herself to the person with the most power she could find, so openly flirting with him to get her way? Philip raised a hand to shush what he knew would be and endless rant from Jan, turning his head to face Cynthia, still with her arm around him.

"Lady Cynthia, there is no need for such talk. I know how to handle Jan," Philip stated.

"Of course, Your Majesty. Forgive my rudeness. Perhaps I should leave you to your… lady friend?" Cynthia said, giving Jan an impertinent glance out of the corner of her eye, and letting go of Philip, turning as if to leave. Philip caught her by the arm, turning her to face him.

"No no, there is no need. But if you will excuse me for just a moment, I will get rid of Jan. We have much more important things to discuss," Philip stated, while Jan seethed at how they were talking about her as if she wasn't standing right in front of them. Cynthia nodded, barely hiding her pleased smile as Philip turned to Jan, taking her roughly by the arm and shoving her towards the door. He stepped out in the hall with her, closing the door to his chambers abruptly behind him. "Do you intend to explain yourself, Jan, or should I simply have the guards escort you out?" Philip hissed. Jan jerked her arm defiantly away from Philip's grasp, flipping her long raven hair over her shoulder.

"I never needed to explain my actions to you before. Before tonight, you never questioned my motives for anything," Jan returned heatedly. "Why don't you explain to me what that… that tawdry hussy is doing in your bed chambers?"

"I do not have to explain anything to you, Jan. I am your King, and you are allowed here in my Palace with countless luxuries a woman of your status could never even possibly dream of because I choose to allow it. I do not owe you anything. It is you, really, who should owe me," Philip snapped. Aside from the moments prior to Jan's entrance when he and Lady Cynthia had been laughing together, Philip had been rather bitter--more so then he usually was at least-- since the news about Chloe arrived.

Jan crinkled her nose in disgust, her brow furrowed in slight worry. Philip had always had a temper, that was not what frightened her. Before now, Philip had never really taken his anger out on her, at least not verbally. She knew he used her for an outlet to his problems through sex; so what? Jan in turn used him to better her status in life. Sure, people in passing on the streets called her Philip's whore and a gold digger. But, since her father had perished in battle, and her mother had long since died of the consumption, Jan had grown up on the streets since there was no one to care for her. Being a King's courtesan was better by far then any other option she had left. But now, what Jan sensed from Philip's actions was not mere rage. Something unsettling had befallen him.

"What is the matter with you, Philip? What has changed so drastically that you would treat me this way?" Jan asked, trailing her fingers lightly down his arm in an attempt to clam him. Philip would not have that.

"For starters, Jan," Philip spat coldly, grabbing her roughly by the wrist, "you will not address me as Philip. If you are to continue to be in my presence, you will address me as Your Majesty, just as every one else in the kingdom. Understand?" Jan winced, barely keeping from crying out as Philip tightened his grip on her wrist. The anger in Philip waned as he saw the pain he caused her, and he let go of her, drawing his own hand back, while she drew hers to her as if she had just been bitten by a snake. Perhaps a snake bite would have been less painful. Her rather frail wrist was already turning bright red. Philip turned his back to her, facing his chamber door as if it were a window he could look out of to escape his own thoughts. Jan might be impertinent and disrespectful with a sharp tongue, but she was good to him. Very few people could tolerate his quick temper and ill manner like Jan could. "Forgive me. I mean you no discord," Philip said quietly, his strangely soft voice giving indication that he was truly sorry for the grief he caused her. Slowly, cautiously, Jan stepped up behind him, timidly wrapping her arms around him and resting her chin on his shoulder. Ever since she had heard of Queen Kate's death, and how Philip had pushed her--even if he had not meant to harm her-- Jan had been left to wonder if Philip was no longer to be trusted not to physically harm her. He'd always had a sharp temper, but never had he physically threatened her so. Part of her was telling her to just turn and walk away. If he did any real harm to her, no one would think differently of it. He was the King after all. But Jan would not turn away. She had been with him too long to give up on her goals now.

"Please, tell me what troubles you," Jan whispered. And Philip could almost swear she actually cared, for perhaps the first time in all their history together.

"I do not wish to discuss it," Philip said softly, closing his eyes sadly.

"You used to always tell me things. Before tonight… before she came along," Jan stated, referring to Cynthia who was still inside Philip's chambers, wondering what was taking so long. "You never had any problems trusting me before… even if I am just your whore."

"You are not 'just' anything, Jan. You're far too complicated to put a label on," Philip stated. And he really didn't mean that in a positive or negative way, it was just a statement. "This is far more complicated. You would not understand."

"Well, maybe I would have a better time understanding, if you would tell me something about it. Does it have anything to do with that… woman you were speaking with in your chambers?" And Jan used the term woman loosely; there were far more terms she would prefer to use for Cynthia. Takes one to know one, as they say. Philip nodded.

"Yes. Yes it does." Jan nodded as well, yet still resting her chin upon Philip's shoulder.

"She has done something to upset you?" Jan asked.

"It was not her actions that upset me, but the news she brought me," Philip said. He wished Jan would not persist so. He did not want to share any information with her. But Jan had always had a way of making him do as she willed. She had a strange power over him. Perhaps it was because he really was as weak as everyone else thought he was, and few other women would have anything to do with him even if he was King of Mucche. "Chloe is alive." Jan gasped, dropping her hold on Philip and stepping back, her hand over her mouth in surprise.

"But that is not possible," Jan whispered, almost to herself. The chances of that being true had to be slim to none… right? Jan took another moment to compose herself. "How do you know of this? I saw the marks on her; she bares the mark of the rebellion. The rebels have no one's interests but their own at heart. How are we to know that she is not simply leading you into a trap? She can't be trusted."

"I do not trust Lady Cynthia by any means, Jan. I am not that naive. But, I do not need to trust her motives to know what she says is true," Philip replied.

"But surely you must realize…"

"I must realize nothing!" Philip snapped, that wild, abandoned anger returning to his stare. Jan stepped back a step further, in fear that he would do worse then bruise her wrist should she incur his wrath again. Philip advanced upon her, grabbing her upper arms, and this time Jan did not try to repress her startled cry. "I am so tired of people telling me what I must and must not do! Do you think I am a fool? Do you think I am too incompetent to bare the crown?" Philip yelled, literally shaking Jan as he did so.

"No. No. I would never think that. Please, don't!" Jan pleaded. Philip pushed Jan away from him in disgust, and this time she did not think twice about fleeing. But Philip was surprisingly quick, catching her by the waist and shoving her against the wall before she even got two feet away.

"I am finally doing something for myself, and this is how you treat me? You outright call me a fool to me face? You dare to tell me, your King whom he should and should not trust?"

"I never said that. Please let me go." Jan was not one to beg, and she was not one to be afraid. But she had never been so frightened in all her life. It was not his actions, or even the pain that was pulsing through her caused by Philip's abusive touch that put such fear in her heart. It was the cold, dead look in those dark, empty eyes. The look as if he felt no remorse, and cared nothing for anything that he should harm. Perhaps it had always been there, but until now, Philip had fought it. But he did not seem to care enough to control that savageness within him any longer.

"Your Majesty, what is going on here?" Michael demanded. He had been speaking with a guard on post at the end of the royal hallway, but the hall curved halfway between the very end and Philip's chambers. He had seen nothing that had gone on, and neither he nor the guards had heard anything amiss until Jan cried out. Philip gave Michael a look of pure evil, as if burning a hole in his very being for daring to be so bold as to interrupt. But the slight bit of control he had left in him told him that this was a good thing. He did not hold any grudge against Jan. As always, he was just using her as an outlet. Perhaps this was a sign to allow the poor wretch to go. Even on the streets, she would probably be better off without him around. Philip could not control his emotions anymore. His mother's passing had weakened him. The distressing news about Chloe willingly being in Brady's company had broken him. Philip pushed himself away from the wall, feeling a momentary fleeting emotion of shame as he saw the true terror in Jan's eyes. Seeing someone like Jan, hardened by her life of injustices and cruel treatment, so terrified by him only weakened him more. Was he safe to no one?

"Michael, escort Jan out of the castle. She is never to set foot in this castle again, unless I summon her. If she is here without my permission, she is to be arrested. Is that understand?" Philip asked. Michael was profoundly confused, but he nodded his head, and would obey his orders.

"Of course, Your Majesty." Michael said, stepping forward to collect the terrified Jan. But before he did, Philip stepped up to her again, taking hold of her arm again, gently but firmly this time.

"And I will not call upon you again. Not ever." It was more of a promise. He might not have any true emotional attachment to Jan, but he would not harm her again. Philip stepped aside, allowing Michael to take hold of Jan's arm and lead her away. And she was glad for it. Her life would be less in danger if she were to take up her old job at Madame Satine's.

"Will there be anything else, Your Majesty?" It was the guard Michael was speaking to. He, as well as two other's stationed within hearing distance of Jan's cry, had immediately come forth to see what was the matter.

"No," Philip waved him off. "Return to your posts."

"Yes, Your Majesty." All three men bowed their respects, and quickly retreated back to their stations. Philip made quick retreat to his chambers, shutting and bolting the door as if to shut out the world. He was surprised to find Cynthia once again perched upon his desk. He had truly forgotten she was there, and he was now not very pleased to see her. "Lady Cynthia, please excuse me. I am no longer in a mood to entertain company. Would you please see your way out?" Philip asked as he made his way towards a couch that had been set up in his chambers to face one of the room's few windows. Philip always enjoyed looking out windows, perhaps more then he enjoyed actually being outside in what he was viewing. In the castle, he could feel safe, and yet still gaze through windows at the outside world, and feel a part of them. Philip plopped heavily down upon the cushion, burying his head in his hands and not looking out the window he so enjoyed gazing out of. But Cynthia would not leave. She was as persistent as Jan, but she believed she could go about it in a better manner.

"You seem quite distressed, Your Majesty. I will leave if you should wish it, but I have found that in times of great sorrow, it is best not to be alone," Cynthia said in such a sugary sweet tone that it was hard to believe that Philip would buy it for even a moment. But he seemed to as he did not shy away from her as she sat down beside him on the couch. "Which do you prefer? Shall I stay, or shall I go?" Cynthia asked. When he stayed silent and did not answer, Cynthia took that as her leave to go. She could get through to him later. But as she stood, Philip reached his hand out to hold her arm, firmly but not roughly keeping her from standing.

"Stay," Philip said almost inaudibly. And Cynthia hid her devious smile as she sank back down on the couch beside Philip. "Lady Cynthia, I am not so certain about this," Philip said once Cynthia was settled beside him again, her legs folded comfortably under her, the hand which had reached out and stopped her now resting upon her knee.

"About what?" Cynthia asked coyly.

"About Chloe." The seed of doubt had been planted by Jan's words, although they had not had the effect Jan had intended. There was no doubt in his mind that Chloe was in fact alive. But, given the strong reaction he had had to Jan, what possible violent act might he commit when Chloe did approach him, no doubt with her new love at her side. "Are you sure that this is the proper thing to do? I mean, she is my sister for God's sake. She is the only family I have left. I do not know how I could even consider turning her away as you have asked!"

"Then would you rather have to embrace your father's murderer in order to keep the sister who betrayed you?" Cynthia asked forcefully. Philip shook his head.

"Chloe did not betray me. Perhaps you have it wrong. Maybe you did not see what you thought you saw. Maybe he is forcing her against her will to stay there with him. Or using her to get to me. But it can not be her doing. It just can not be," Philip denied.

"Your Majesty… I have told you no untruths. I would not have told you that Chloe and Brady were in love if I did not have evidence of it. I have seen it with my own eyes. You can believe what you want, but I would hope that you would have at least that much trust in me," Cynthia stated.

"Why should I?" Philip asked coldly, but yet not in the same manor as he had snapped at Jan. He was tiring fast. He did not want to argue anymore. He just wanted to sleep, to escape his troubles through blissful unconsciousness. "You may have given me no reason not to trust you, but you have not yet proven that you can be trusted either. Just because you bring me news that my sister is in fact alive does not mean that you are on my side. What reason do you have that I should put such trust in you, when I do not even put trust in people I have known for years?" Philip asked. Cynthia stood, approaching the window which Philip would for some reason not look out today, perhaps because he felt undeserving of freedom.

"Perhaps because I have my own motives. Maybe I would like to see you rise to a power greater then anything you could ever imagine. Perhaps I wish to be at the right hand of the man who conquers all of Salem," Cynthia stated. It was laughable really. King Philip might have a decent army, but he hadn't the military standings to lead it. And because of his stubbornness, Michael was often limited in his decision making. The Mucchean army, even under Victor's strict rule, could have never managed to conquer all the lands of Salem. But, Cynthia would use whatever it took to lure Philip to do her bidding.

"I have no desire to conquer all of Salem," Philip hissed. "All I want is to have my family back!" And Cynthia knew she had him. She turned on her heel, settling down on her knees in front of him. And as tenderly as possible, she cradled his face in her hands, making him believe she could actually care for him and be kind to him.

"But you will never have that as long as Brady Black is alive," Cynthia whispered. "He has already taken from you everyone you hold dear. Why, you might even say he is responsible for your mother's death. And if not through him directly, then blame is set to rest on his father's shoulders. And now he would take from you the last person which you hold dear. Someone who you were not even aware could still be in your life. Do you really mean to let your sister slip through your fingers, when you've only just now discovered that she still lives after so many years?"

"No," Philip whispered, shaking his head. Cynthia lifted up a bit on her knees to rest her forehead against Philip's, further wrapping him in to her spell of seduction. "I will not lose her now. I can not lose her now. Please, Cynthia… please promise me that you will help make sure that I do not lose my dear Chloe. She is all I have. I can not bear the thought of her with him. Please, I will do anything that you should ask. Just promise me you will help me." And Cynthia did not hide her smile, or even attempt, as a cat-like grin spread across her face.

"I promise… we will do anything it takes to return her to you…."

"Thank you for coming so soon, Harold." Ioannis spoke quietly, ushering Harold in to the jail house and closing the door soundlessly behind him. Ioannis had been called upon by Rex during the announcement to help him jail three men and one woman who were suspected of treason toward the throne. Ioannis had no clue as to who they were or what they had done, or why Rex, King Brady's General, would wish to have them imprisoned. But, his father would have been greatly disappointed in him if he turned down the King's General in his appearance, so even though he felt that only bad would come from it, he had quickly moved to assist Rex in the arrest.

Rex had then requested that Ioannis send word for Harold, not wanting to worry the King himself with the matter. Harold spotted Rex in the corner at the desk which Ioannis had set up for himself, and immediately stepped towards him; Ioannis' note had failed to mention that General Rex was the one summoning him.

"General Rex, what is the meaning of this? Why have you called me here so urgently?" Harold inquired. Rex just waved his hand, motioning for Ioannis to get the keys to the jail cells.

"Come. I will show you," Rex simply replied. Harold nodded, knowing nothing else to do, as he trailed behind Ioannis and Rex as Ioannis opened the door to the jail cells. Strangely, all but one cell was empty now, which was unusual. Most of the other prisoners had been released after paying their fines, or moved elsewhere, for whatever reasons. But the one full cell was significant enough. "Mucchean spies," Rex said simply, pointing to the four extremely somber, and pissed off, people in the one cell. "They are King Philip's men. This one," Rex said, pointing to Abe Carver, "I recognized right off the bat. He is connected to the DiMera family, which has a borderline alliance with Philip. I found him and his partner, this one," Rex said pointing to Roman, "a few days prior, but I did not have means to arrest them all until now. I caught them this afternoon with this," Rex stated, handing Harold a rolled up scroll.

Inside the scroll was a written note, telling of "Arciana's" true identity that mentioned both the engagement and the peace treaty, which Eric had written as "so pathetically fake." Inside were also some documents which had been stolen from the Palace, including the rough draft copy of the peace treaty which Harold had thought he had merely misplaced.

"I believe they should be punished as traitors to the throne," Rex stated. "We will of course need to bring this to King Brady's attention right away."

"Oh no no no no no," Harold said repeatedly, shaking his head and thrusting the scroll back at Rex. "This is an outrage! We can not bring this to Brady now. He is going to discuss peace with Mucche tomorrow!" Harold exclaimed. "We can not bring this to Brady's attention now. It could ruin the peace treaty between the two families!"

"There will be no peace!" Samantha snarled from the cell.

"Our King will never agree to your pathetic terms. And once he discovers that you are holding us here like this, he will surely punish you all!" Eric added.

"Ioannis, you let them out at once. We can not hold them here, we can not jeopardize this union!" Harold demanded. He had never seen Brady so happy before in all his life. He could not allow his marriage to Chloe to be ruined over a couple of spies. "We can not hold them here for this!"

"No!" Rex commanded when Ioannis stepped forward to do as Harold ask. "Harold, you must understand… if these were Neroean people, they could be charged with life imprisonment or even death for treason. We can not just let these spies go. These four are a danger to our people. It is our sworn duty to protect those who can not protect themselves. If we can not protect the people from outside invasion, then who will? We have no choice but to hold them here. And we also have no choice but to inform our King of this new development."

"No. No we mustn't tell Brady of this. He has enough to worry about as it is," Harold stated. "We will hold them here for now. We will wait until after Brady returns to tell him. If the union should go through, then we can only hope that we manage to explain things to King Philip. And if the union fails… well then, Brady can decide their fate. But for now, at least put them in a more humane environment! All these cells are empty, there is no need to hold them together. And get some blankets in here for pity's sake, it's freezing in this place. We must treat them as best we can," Harold said.

"I'll call on my brother to help move them in to separate cells," Ioannis said, ushering them both out into the entrance of the jail house and firmly locking the door to the cell room. Harold nodded to him as he handed General Rex the keys and proceeded to head out to the house where he would find his brother. Harold too turned to leave, turning back for a moment to look at General Rex.

"Remember. Brady must not hear a word of this. It can not get out at all. And you see to it they are treated with respect. Traitors or not, we can not allow their imprisonment to upset the alliance," Harold stated. And General Rex nodded, Harold continuing on his way out, and both praying that nothing would go wrong, as they both so feared it would….