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-Steve POV-

As Steve marched through the town gates, he could feel an overwhelming sense of nostalgia wash over him. With hundreds of freed prisoners at his back, some crying at the sight of their loved ones after the horrors they lived through, he was reminded of the first mission he had ever partaken in during the war. Before the Aliens, before the gods, Before the monsters and mutants, and certainly before the genius billionaire philanthropists. Back in the day when he was the weirdest thing walking around and things were simple.

"Oh god," he thought to himself," I'm talking about the good old' days"

If only Tony could see him now.

Similar to the last time he found himself in this situation, he soon found himself mobbed by grateful villagers, in what was quickly becoming a routine occurrence in the small town. Grateful men, women, and children rushing towards him chanting his name in ways that made him somewhat uncomfortable, but he put on the stoic face he had perfected since his USO touring days and bared it as best as he could.

There was one difference between then and now, however. Instead of just being met by the faces of tired war-torn faces of confused veterans watching a "dancing monkey" from propaganda pictures return triumphant from a suicide mission, he was met with...well...

Women. Dozens of women. Dozens of beautiful women. Dozens of Beautiful women in some of the most scandalous outfits Steve had ever seen in his life.

They're dressed just like those dancers Tony got for Thors birthday last year.

Their armor, or whatever they wore as armor offered little in terms of protection, barely covering more of their skin than some modern-day bathing suits he'd seen. With strips of metal not even covering their the most vital parts of their bodies.

The two women in charge of the group of female warriors walked towards him with confidence, parting the mob of villagers like the red sea as they walked closer to him. The first was young, late teens to early twenties if he had to guess, with long blonde hair and deep violet eyes. Despite the frills of her clothing and her delicate features, Steve could tell she knew how to use the sword strapped to her side. The other woman, older then the first had bright red hair, cut short and tied back with a headband. She wore no armor, clearly relying more on her speed and agility to protect her from harm. Either that or relying on the insane amount of cleavage to distract her opponents. But it was the smirk on her face as she eyed him up that was the most eye-catching.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm." The redhead said with a grin that looked straight up predatory directed at him. "I knew coming here wasn't going to be a waste of time."

All in all, she looked and acted like the amalgamation of Tony and Natasha that he was sure the world wasn't quite ready for.

"Sir Steven Rodgers I assume." The young blonde woman spoke, her voice conveying confidence and the authority of her position as she sized him up, and apparently finding him lacking if the look on her face conveyed anything." I see you've finally arrived."

Steve knew that tone of voice anywhere, the tone of voice that belonged to a young officer on their first assignment as a leader, and tried much too hard to convey what they thought a leader should act like.

I'd certainly met my fair share of soldiers with a chip on their shoulder with something to prove.

"Yeah well..." Steve started, looking past the two women to watch a small girl have a tearful reunion with her mother and father." ...I had some things I needed to take care of."

He had not expected them to arrive so quickly but he supposed it took him longer to return from the enemy encampment then it took to arrive there. He could only travel as fast as the slowest person in their party and after everything, the prisoners have suffered at the hands of the enemy he wasn't comfortable with pushing them harder than they could handle.

His answer was not well received by the younger of the two women. Steve prided himself on knowing the exact look on the face of a woman who didn't like him. It was a skill he learned as a young man growing up in Brooklyn, before the super soldier serum that helped make him the man he was today when he was nothing more than a 100-pound art student who couldn't buy himself a girlfriend if he had his old friend Howard Starks fortune.

"Can't blame them," Steve thought "Most girls didn't want to dance with a guy they could crush under their heels."

Noticing the three of them were quickly becoming the center of attention and knowing full well that the upcoming conversation would do well without an audience, Steve led the two women into a place he could expect some sort of privacy, the village tavern. The owner met him at the door and flung his arms out in a hug, a sense of familiarity in the gesture that certainly confused the two women who followed him.

The same room Steve had called home for the past few days was simple and sparse. A straw Bed, a small desk, and a small round table being the only furniture in the spartan room. But it fit Steves needs just as well.

"I supposed introductions are in order."

"We know who you are." The blonde spoke rather harshly, But Steve paid it no mind. After dealing with both Maria Hill AND Tony Stark for so long, it made one somewhat accustomed to being talked down to.

"And I don't know who you are." He started" You can see where this would be a bit confusing for me."

The blonde remained apprehensive, the redhead on the other hand...

"The names Maia, stud," Maia said, striding towards Steve like he was her next meal. "But you can refer to me as, gorgeous, goddess, or the future mother of your children, whatever works for you."

"They really make them bold here don't they." Steve thought to himself feeling like a canary staring at the grinning face of a tiger.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Ma'am," Steve said, staring deep into Maia's eyes. No need to act like a pervert to a woman he just met, Sarah Rogers raised him better than that. His restraint did nothing to deter the flirtatious redhead if anything the grin on her face only seemed to grow larger than before.

The younger woman scoffed at her companion's antics, before bowing low and announcing a rather impressive assortment of names and titles.

"I am Alicia Arcturus, the sole Sion of the line of princess knights of Iris, eldest child of Eros the third, King of Feoh and protector of the peace," the blond said in a practiced tone of voice before rising back to her full height," A pleasure I am sure."

Now that's a mouth full

"Lady Alicia," he began as he offered the blonde woman in front of him his gloved hand in greeting."It's good to see the Queen had taken my words seriously."

The young woman stiffened slightly as she looked down at the much larger hand in front of her before she tentatively allowed her own became engulfed by it in a firm handshake.

"Our Queen." She started stiffly, stiffer then Steve would have liked at the first meeting with potential allies would go, before adding "Takes the safety of her subjects most seriously, you should do well to remember that."

Steve stopped himself from visibly grimacing at the tone, this was not how he would have liked the first meeting between him and this "high queens" representative. The woman in front of him clearly skipped out the day they taught how to interact with possible allies. Thankfully he was not alone, as the redhead visibly rolled her eyes at her companion's words.

"No need to bite the man's head off Alicia," The woman, Maia spoke in an exasperated tone. "I'm sure he meant no offense and you know as well as I know our good queen wouldn't take offense."

The redhead seemed to be much more forgiving of Steves lack of social graces, which he was immensely grateful for. He had only just figured out that the land he found himself stuck in was a monarchy only a few days prior when he wrote the letter detailing the skirmish that took place outside the village. He thought the letter he wrote was perfectly respectful of the queen's station but it seemed his bluntness in tone may have rubbed those of the nobility the wrong way.

T'challa had never stood on such ceremonies. And Thor was a literal god and even he would scoff whenever anyone referred to him by anything other than his name.

"Regardless of his intent, the man should not speak of our high Queen with such tones," Her biting tone doing little to intimidate the much larger man, much to the knight's displeasure. " or I will be forced to teach him the error of his mistake."

Steve fought off the urge to roll his eyes at the threat as he maintained his composure. It wouldn't do anyone any good to let his emotions dictate how this meeting would go. Lives were at stake.

" I may not be the most well versed in this country's etiquette," he started gently, trying to salvage the discussion before it imploded onto itself but felt his patience beginning to run thin. " But we should be discussing what we should do with these criminals and not my short-comings in diplomacy."

The attempt to placate the young woman seemed to work for the moment, as she didn't push the subject and thankfully moved away from his political snafu. Hopefully, he could keep this good luck going in his favor.

"You know the villagers have been telling us all about you since we got here," Maia said as she sauntered to sit at one of the free chairs at the table. Alicia followed suit silently, trying to maintain the dignity she still held after her outburst. "Can't say I put much weight on what they said. But after seeing you in person? Color me a believer"

Maia slowed her step slightly, allowing Steve to overtake her. He could feel her eyes follow his every movement in a way that didn't exactly put him at ease. But no matter what he did he could still feel that sultry smile on her face burn right through him...

He bounced his knuckles against the wooden table in yet another vain attempt to distract himself. And yet again it failed.

He drummed his fingers against his shield, hoping the hum of the vibranium would settle his mind. Yet again it failed.

Finally, he closed his eyes and began to think of things that so went against the term "sexy" that he could hear Tony's voice in the back of his head scream out just what exactly was wrong with him. And finally, after what felt like hours, Steve Rodgers had composed himself to a level where he could act like a normal person.

"People like to talk. "Steve said, trying to play down the more outlandish (and just as accurate) stories the inhabitants of the small village had shared since his departure." It takes their minds off of things they can't control."

"Unfettered talk of peasants is how rumors spread across the countryside, It would do well to stop this talk of nonsense before it becomes uncontrollable," Alicia spoke, her voice much more neutral then it was only a moment ago.

"That's a bridge we can cross later, right now we should discuss what is to be done to the prisoners, they can't stay here for long." Steve said sitting down," The people here deserve better than to be forced to see the faces of their assailants every day."

"In that, we are in agreement, As the Kuroinus crimes are against the people of Feoh it is only just that their punishments are carried out by the kingdom of Feoh," Alicia said, sitting down on the wooden chair. "I shall transport them to the capital and they shall be punished to the furthest extent of the laws of my people."

"That's what I'd like to talk about with you, I've spoken with several villagers here, and they claim they would prefer these men to be sent to this continents capital, to face the Queen's justice in Ken."

For a moment neither of the two women spoke, with the red-headed Maia looking closely at her companion, gauging her reaction to this news. If what she said was true, and that the lands victimized were under the protection of her family, then the fact that the people here didn't trust her enough to ensure justice for them was a huge blow to her pride.

It showed.

A complex away of emotion flashed across her face for a moment. Confusion, Anger, Shame, flashed over her features one after another before her face steadied into an emotionless mask. But before she could find the words to speak, Maia found hers.

"He may be right," Maia said cutting through the tension like a knife," I know for a fact Some of these men are pretty high up the ladder of the Kuroinu leadership, Claudia would like nothing more than to speak with those men personally."

The blonde woman didn't lash out, which seemed to concern her partner more than any verbal outburst.

"If I may be so bold," Alicia asked, picking her words carefully as she stared right through him." Why would the people here not trust my ability to ensure them justice for what has happened to them?"

"Well..."Steve started, not quite knowing the best way to say what needed to be said." Some believe that your city, or more likely a faction in your city is working against their best interests."

"Are you saying..."

"You can't possibly mean..."

"I believe it might be possible. From what I've seen and heard it seems that these men have been raiding these lands under your noses for months." He said, looking between the two women. "Don't you think it's strange how no reports of almost 2,000 men never reached you before I wrote to you?"

"I can assure you by the honor of the Nobel class of Feoh, that no man would willingly lay with the Kuroinu. I'm sure you are used to dealing with...a lesser class of people but be assured that those in charge of information regarding the war were hand selected by my father, their honor and loyalty are beyond reproach." Alicia said, a hint of edge in her voice, that showed Steve he was on dangerous ground. The issue he faced, however, was to convince a very prideful woman that people she had known for her entire life may be untrustworthy.

Not the easiest pill to swallow from a man she had met less than an hour previously.

" I'm not the biggest fan of judging a person guilty of the strength of an accusation, especially when there is no proof, but all I'm saying is disregarding the possibility during a war could be potentially dangerous."

"How dare you defile the honor of a member of Feoh Nobility to my face." She spoke harshly, spiting her words like they were poison. Steve weathered the storm easy enough, not even flinching from the terse tone of voice and blazing eyes directed towards him.

"The only thing I care about right now is the safety of the people who don't have the luxury of living behind city walls." Steve said, his voice calm and firm," I don't claim to know anything about the men your father surrounds him with, but I do know these people don't trust those who see them as disposable fodder."

"And if somehow the enemy we're fighting has information about your armies that they shouldn't have, we have to ask how they have it and why they have been able to do as they please for so long."

Steve could tell he was in a delicate situation. If the volume and tone of her voice weren't an indication of her aggravation, then the hand on the pommel of her sword was.

"How dare you even speak such a thing!" Alicia exploded, with such velocity Maia believed her friend would attack the rooms sole male occupant out of her anger.

"These people are suffering, and they're not the only ones," Steve said, his voice raised in such a way that stunned the woman before him into silence.

"Those men have been terrorizing them for weeks! Some of the women imprisoned at their camps have been there since this war started. "He said, looking between the two women in front of him " and you didn't know about them? Not a single one of your scouts knew about them? And you're not curious as to why that is?"

For a moment Steve thought he had gotten through to them. Maia looked conflicted as she mulled over what he had said, but her eyes showed that she at least was putting some weight into his theory. Alicia on the other hand...

"I will not stand for someone like you speaking of topics you know nothing about." Her voice had gained several levels of volume since the talks had begun, clearly, the private discussion was not so private anymore, as half the village were listening in from the outside.

"Now, now." The redhead spoke, doing her best to get between the two of them" There's no need to fight, you're both much too pretty to start arguing with one another." The joke wasn't enough to dissuade her younger companion.

She shook the redhead's hand off her shoulder, never breaking eye contact with him as she marched right up to the much larger man, looking more akin to a child speaking to her parent, and less like two adults speaking as peers.

"I will not stand here and be spoken in such a way by some jumped up peasant masquerading as a knight."

And with that the blond left the Tavern, fully intending to leave the village and the man who would disrespect the honor of her kingdom to their fates.

-Alicia POV-

To say Alicia was not having the best of days would be a gross understatement.

The blonde princess knight pressed a free hand to her temple in a vain attempt to sooth the coming headache but despite her best efforts, she could feel her mood begin to take a turn for the worse.

"That man..." She growled to herself as she watched the villagers go about their business. Most paid her no mind, plainly ignoring her and trying their best not to even make eye contact with her, while some could barely contain their displeasure as they glared daggers at her. It seemed somehow her less then glowing opinion of Steven Rogers had quickly become known to the village at large.

And they were not happy about it.

Alicia was used to being the center of attention. As the only child of the king and heiress to the kingdom of Feoh, she was quite accustomed to being the center of attention, it was one of the reasons why she chose to begin her training to be a knight. If she would be forced upon a pedestal for her entire life, let people see her for her skill and accomplishments, not just her status of birth.

But these villagers didn't see a knight, or a princess, or even a person when they looked at her. They only saw someone who belittled the man who saved their lives.

Alicia sighed to herself. Once again, her temper had gotten her into trouble

Since their arrival, she and the women under her command have heard the stories about the man. Feats of unnatural prowess and strength that seemed more akin to drunk's ramblings or a fairy tale told to children before bed then reality.

"Sir defeated an Orc war Chief with nothing more than his bare hands, crushed its skull he did, with a single strike."

"He stopped an enemy charge of over a dozen men with nothing more than his shield! It was like the black dogs had run into a wall made of solid stone!"

"The man saved my daughter from those beasts, smashed a grown man near 20 feet into the air like he was a child! Never seen anything like it before."

She scuffed as she heard them, but seeing how the people worship the man? Seeing small children playing with wooden shields with crudely painted stars? Seeing men and women stop what they are doing to watch his every movement? It was clear to her, that the man was held in high esteem by those who knew him.

...And she called him jumped up peasant pretending to be a knight. What would Prima say if she had heard her say such horrid things?

She was broken out of her thoughts by the sound of an argument breaking out. It seemed even when beaten and captured, the men of the Kuroinu weren't smart enough to not antagonize their captors.

The men and she used the term loosely to describe the animals that the mercenary band were, where huddled together in cages, the same cages they used to hold their own prisoners like cattle. While many of the men who held leadership positions with the company were kept isolated from their men, the vast majority were corralled near the edges of the village.

"Here, pretty pretty, why don't you get a little bit closer and keep my friends and i company," A rather large, bald-headed man said to one of her junior knights, a young brunette woman named Krista, who had drawn the first watch in guarding the makeshift cage some of the less important hostages found themselves in.

Despite the less than admirable arrangement, she found herself in, Krista held herself well, and even found it in her to talk back to the rowdy men with a rather crude remark of her own.

"I'm not so sure I'm your type, maybe you and your friends would be more willing to enjoy each other's company in the cage. I'm sure not all of you have your arms bound."

The remark did not go over well.

"Watch your mouth you dumb whore, or I'll show you how you should be using that mouth of yours." The man sneered, his freshly broken nose blazing red like a smashed strawberry on his dirty face. The Crude remark was enough to cause a ruckus within the makeshift prison. As each man seemed to take pleasure in the young woman's discomfort. Alicia herself was about to step in, and show these "Men" the error of their ways when for the second time that day she was caught off guard.

"Now that was uncalled for, and here I thought we had an understanding with one another." Another voice broke through the rush of laughter, silencing the unruly bunch of soldiers far easier then Alicia thought was possible.

The mercenary, who must have stood nearly six and a half feet tall, didn't turn to face the voice that spoke to him but the color that drained from his face showed that he knew exactly who spoke. He legs almost buckled and a distinct shiver ran up his spine as Rodgers walked towards them.

"What did I say about using that type of language."

"I'm sorry." The massive man's voice broke as he stumbled back from the cage. His fellow mercenaries refused to look up from the ground as their companion came face to face with the sole reason for their defeat.

"Don't apologize to me," he said, nodding his head towards the female knight. "Apologize to the Lady."

Alicia half expected the large mercenary to regain his courage at the last movement and refuse the command, but to her surprise the man looked straight at her, his eyes wide with fear.

"I'm sorry my lady, please forgive me." The man said rather pathetically, looking, looking more worried about Rogers opinion of his vile words then the woman he said it to.

Alicia was at a loss for words, and she wasn't the only one. The young knight who had faced the brunt of the man's anger had a confused look upon her face as she looked back and forth between the two men, before looking towards Alicia herself for an answer to her unspoken question.

"Krista," Alicia said, willing her voice not to break in front of her subordinate. "Perhaps you should take a break, I'll cover the rest of your watch."

The young woman nodded and took her leave, leaving the Alicia alone with the man who seemed to have destroyed the morale of their enemies by his very presence.

Perhaps the stories have some truth in them

Alicia stood as tall as she could as she stared at the man who she had insulted, her mind and pride wrestling with one another in regards to apologizing for her un-ladylike outburst. Her pride, to her utmost shame, however, would not be vanquished so easily.

"So, you seem to be quite sure in your accusations?" She said watching for any outward signs of emotion on the man's face," A traitor in my father's court, working against the interest of the alliance?"

A simple nod was the only answer she received, but the gesture held such conviction that Alicia felt her confidence falter ever slightly. If he was wrong, and that her father's men were loyal to Feoh and to the shield alliance, then nothing would be different. But if he was right?

If there was a faction within her own kingdom or even a single person that was endangering the lives of her people through their treason, then what kind of leader would she be if she ignored it? Alicia looked towards Maia and saw the same conflicted gaze in her eyes as Alicia felt.

"Then you will accompany me to Feoh," Alicia said, walking towards Rogers, stopping only a few feet away from him "If there is such a conspiracy in my kingdom then I will be the one to put a stop to it."

If Alicia was expecting some great declaration some from the man, she certainly didn't get it. There was no sweeping speech about his virtue as a warrior or how he was going to vanquish the evils that he believed infested her City, nor did she hear a boost of pride in verbally besting her. A quick roll of his shoulders and a quick crack of his neck was the only reaction he gave, before answering.

"When do we leave?"

-Chloe POV several days later-

Patience was not a characteristic, the dark elf Chloe was said to have an abundance of, especially when it involved humans.

She wasn't going to sugar coat it, she hated humans. She hated how they looked, with their short stubby ears and sickly pale skin. She hated how they talked, with their course tongue that felt like sandpaper on her sensitive ears. She hated how they moved, as ungraceful and sluggish as a drunken mule. she even hated how they smelled, to the point where even the thought of being near a human would have made her violently sick only several months prior.

But even so, she would have to admit, even silently to herself that not all humans were as bad as she thought herself to believe. One such woman was sitting silently in front of her, eyebrows furrowed as she re-read the parchment in her hands for what had to be the fifth time since Chloe was admitted into her private chambers.

Lady Claudia Levantaine was a shining beacon of what a human could and even should be in Chloe's opinion. She was both strong and stern with those under her command, her skill with a blade and experience leading men and women into battle made her force to be reckoned with on the battlefield, but also gentle and caring in a way Chloe assumed only mothers could be to their children. Even taking into account the disadvantage of being born a human, Chloe could see why such a woman rose so high in the ranks of Queen Celestine templar knights. So fierce was her reputation on and off the battlefield was enough to gain the respect of not only Chloe but her queen as well.

It was that respect in mind the Chloe held her tongue for the past several minutes since entering lady Claudia's personal chambers, waiting for the elder swordswoman to speak. She sat across from the other woman who seemed engrossed in the letter she held in front of her. Her eyes re-read the letter again and again as if trying to determine some hidden meaning.

Does she believe the letter's words will change if she just stares at them long enough?

"My lady?" She said softly. It is bad enough to be summoned here without having to then wait for an explanation for why I was asked to come in the first place.

Lady Claudia sighed deeply and set the letter on the table in front of her. "My apologies Lady Clohe. I have just received word from Maia and Alicia."

At the mention of the blonde haired knight, Clohe felt her body stiffen and her mood instantly darken. It was no secret that the two weren't the biggest fans of one other, in fact, it would be more accurate to say the two barely tolerated one another on the best of days and were outright antagonist to the other on the worst of days. To the point where the two would only be seen in the same room as the other when doing their duties to their respected queens.

"Oh" the dark elf spoke, trying her best to keep the venom out of her voice, "and pry tell what have they discovered? Did the letter speak true? Of was this all a "wild geese chase" as you humans say?"

The lady knight, despite the stern expression on her face, found it in herself to lightly laugh at another one of the elves misquotes of a human turn of phrase.

" It's a "wild goose chase" and no, it seems that if anything the letter seemed to downplay the significance of the outcome of the battle."

Chloe recalled the letter in question, so surprised she was by its contents she must have read the message a dozen or so times. She remembered that while the message was short and direct, it contained such shocking details that Chloe believed it to be a part of some clever scheme by Vault and his forces to deceive them. But to hear the fact that the message had been downplayed?

"And just how pray tell, could a message detailing the defeat of 1,000 men be considered downplayed?"

"it seemed that the attacking force that was reported was apart of an even greater force stationed several leagues away. It seems those who managed to escape the battle led their assailants back to their base camp." She said before passing the letter to Chloe to deliver to the two elven sovereigns.

"Queen Olga will be very much pleased by this news.." The stern look and knowing smile on the older woman's face conveyed Chloe's mistake without a word. "...as well as Queen Celestine, I'm sure."

"Oh, I am quite sure they will not be surprised in the slightest," the female knight stood up from her chair, as graceful as a bird of prey in flight, and walked towards the window of her chambers to the training ground below.

"Unlike the rest of us, they were assured of the importance of this moment for the course of the war, and with what the letter implies, not only is vaults forces crippled in the area, but we have captured Vaults right-hand man right under his nose."

Hicks, she remembered that man very well. One of Vaults most trusted lieutenants and easily one of the vilest men in the Black dog's employment. A man who looked and acted like a literal snake in the grass, ready to strike at any person unfortunate enough to look at him wrong.

The same man who said would slit her throat after he was finished using her body if she even so much as sneered at him from her prison cell. The thought of the mocking smirk on his face was enough to make Chloe want to take a shower in an attempt to feel clean.

"And this was confirmed? Could Alicia be mistaken?" The blonde princess wasn't the sharpest blade and wasn't the most open to admit her own failures.

"and there are many," the elf thought to herself bitterly.

"Maia confirmed it herself. She and Hicks go back a long way. According to her they grew up in the same orphanage as children and joined the Kuroinu around the same time. There's little doubt in Maia mistaking him."

Of course, lady Maia identified the man, Chloe thought to herself, momentary chastising herself for questioning Queen Celestine's decision in sending the self-proclaimed mercenary queen along for the mission. Despite the alliance, the dark elf couldn't seem to help herself from questioning the decisions of the former enemy of her mistress.

Perhaps I should put more faith into the high Queen's hands.

"Lady Alicia is not returning to the Capital then?" Chloe asked.

"Yes, it seems Alicia must remain in Feoh for at least a fortnight, with the health of her father on the decline, the responsibility of ruling Feoh is hers to bear. Thankfully with the defeat of the raiding parties in the area, it should be one less thing she must worry about, but even so, the expectations placed on her weigh upon her heavily.

Chloe grimaced at the thought, despite her less than admirable feelings towards the Princess of Feoh, the prospect of ruling an entire city-state was a difficult prospect during the best of times, let alone during a civil war. Perhaps, Chloe could show a little more mercy in her interactions with the blonde the next time they met.

Maybe... just a little bit at least.

"And this Steven Rogers?

"Alicia doesn't write much about the man, unfortunately, but it seems he will be joining lady Alicia on her journey to Feoh while Maia escorts the prisoners and refugees back to Ken."

Chloe caught herself from rolling her eyes, of course, Alicia would make such a short-sighted boneheaded decision such as this. The one person her Queen, as well as Celestine, had made it undoubtedly clear to all that they wanted to meet as soon as possible would now be kept away from Ken for possibly weeks on end, all because Alicia was more concerned with her standing to the nobles of Feoh then winning the war.

And here she thought she would put more effort into being nice the ego-driven blonde.

"My Queen will be most displeased by this news, she has mentioned to me several times in private that she wished to meet this man in person, Lady Celestine will be disappointed as well I'm sure."

"Not as disappointed as Maia it would seem"

"And why would lady Maia be disappointed about the man returning to Ken?"

Claudia laughed to herself, her eyes shining with a mischievous glint that looked downright strange on the respectable face of the elder knight. "You haven't known lady Maia long but I feel you have known her long enough to know she isn't the type of person to let something she wants to slip through her fingers."

The dark elf sat quietly, almost dreading what was coming after seeing such a drastic difference in the how the swordswoman carried herself, looking less like the respected military commander and warrior, and more like the halfling Luu-Luu when the queens royal cooks bake a fresh batch of lemon cakes.

"Maia sent me a personal letter alongside Alicia's. It's safe to assume the man has made quite the impression on her,"

Chloe read the short letter. Then she read it again. Then she read it a third time. She turned the letter upside down to see if the message made more sense like that.

It did not.

She scrambled the letters together, hoping to decipher the coded message.

It didn't help.

The confused but still thoughtful look on the dark elf's face was enough to drive the female knight to smile to herself and laugh in a way many nobles would call undignified on a woman on her station. The laugh only seemed to confuse Chloe more as she once again forced herself to decipher what had to be the hidden code of the short message in front of her.

"I CALL DIBS!"

What in the name of the dark queen is that supposed to even mean?

Well...life has a way of sneaking up on you and bashing you over the head with a brick.

Sorry for the large gap between chapters, I will try and update more consistently but between work, finding a new apartment, getting hit by a car, my computer blowing up, my sister giving birth to twins,and finding out i may have cancer ( I don't by the way) these past few months have been a bit of a bitch if you catch my drift.

But enough of me complaining about life, let me thank everyone who has decided to read this story, (as well as my halo/Doa story) and decided to stick with me as I learn to be a competent writer.

Please read, review, and hopfully enjoy what is essentially a weird dream I had in 2017 that I decided to type up and post on this website.