AN: The next installment is FINALLY here! I was going to have this up much earlier, but things happened and I procrastinated a bit, so that's what's up. At least it's a long one to kind of make up for the wait.
Disclaimer: I do not own Escaflowne, even though I wish I did.
The Past, Future, and Somewhere in Between
Chapter 21: Passage to Freid.
The next morning, the atmosphere surrounding the city changed completely. It was alive with a flurry of activity. Lanterns were hung from building and street posts bringing much added light to the otherwise gloomy city. Music danced through the air as the Celebration began to take way. This helped lighten the atmosphere and made it seem all the more festive. The castle opened it's doors to the noblemen and women of the country for a feast to honour the celebration. Hunters had been gone for days working around the clock to catch the best kills for the royal house. It was a true honour for your catch to be selected to be eaten for such a grand event. Activity inside the castle seemed to grow much more frantic as the night went on and the feast drew nearer. Servants ran about with this and that either decorating or helping in to kitchen. Delicious scents of baked good and roasting meat lingered and stretched through the halls beckoning for patrons to come and enjoy the extravagant feast.
The most breathtaking sight of all, were all the beautiful young girls. All were made up with extreme care and in the most extravagant gowns that their families could afford. Fabrics of every color, material, style, and cut. Most were very tight and accentuated their small waists and bust size. Their hair was styled away from their faces in elaborate styles that had taken hours to prepare. Each was painted up like a perfect porcelain doll. Dozens of girls smiled and danced, their large and glamorous dresses weighing them down and slowing their movements. Large and bulbous skirts hung around their hips, some of which were sure to leave bruises upon their skin. They all looked a bit nervous, but the excitement in the air was contagious.
Neya was the most beautiful of them all. She was wrapped in an elegant sky blue dress that was tight in all the right places. It was glamourous, but also very tasteful. It showed just the right amount of skin where necessary never revealing too much in any given place. Like a true lady. There was a dramatic change in her figure as the corset underneath the gown held all extra fat and skin tightly in place making it seem to disappear. It emphasized her growing curves exceptionally. A top her head rested a small golden tiara which seemed to be fused to her hair which was pushed back and curled in thick spirals that flowed down to rest on her shoulders. Some of the hair was synthetic, but that was hardly noticeable. The princess looked incredibly uncomfortable in the getup, thought still wore an friendly smile upon her ruby painted lips.
The festivities lasted well into the night. Music floated through the air, mixing with the boisterous laughter and lighthearted good cheer. The girls danced, alone, with one another, and some with young men obviously checking out their prospects. Even Neya let loose and participated in quite a few of the dances with both girls and boys. By midnight the festivities had died down as the people slowly began to drift on home to their awaiting beds both adults and children alike. Some had obviously indulged themselves a little too much, stumbling around like drunken fools. Others clearly showed the exhaustion that had over taken their fatigued body thanks to all the excitement and the celebration of the day. Children were carried from the festivities by their loved ones, cradled within the safety of their arms as sleep claimed them for the night. All the efforts of the townsfolk over the last few days reaped little rewards, however, no one seemed to mind the reality of this fact. The feast, the potential proposals, and the hours of music and free entertainment seemed more than worth all that hard work. The celebratory fires began to die down and the mountain side fell into a blissful silence as the darkness of the night swallowed the last withered lights. That would all change at day's first light, but until then, everything settled into a quiet calm.
"Why have you called for me so early father," Neya whined wiping the sleep from her eyes as she stood before her father in the meeting hall.
Godric did not look amused by her tone. "I have excellent news for you my daughter," He began stepping off of the platform towards his daughter, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He reached out gently gripping her shoulders, "Kespar Vaskez approached me on behalf of his son Khorrum last night," He informed her allowing his hands to drop back down to his sides. "He was dazzled by your beauty during yesterdays celebration and he has asked for your hand in marriage," He revealed turning and stepping back onto the platform towards his throne, "As a highly trusted member of my council, I will take this offer into consideration."
Her jaw dropped as he announced his decision. Neya was speechless. Her mouth opened and closed several times as if to speak, but her mind could no fully process the information. "You cannot be serious?" She asked exasperated. "Khorrum Vaskez?" She repeated earning a nod from her father as he sat down on his throne. She scoffed resting one hand on her hip. "I have no interest in him," She spat in a snobbish fashion. "He is a ignorant man-child," She stated firmly in a very matter of fact way.
"I am sure he is not all that bad," the King replied growing slightly annoyed with his daughter's attitude. He had expected such a negative response from the young teen, but that it did not make the situation any less tiresome.
"I don't want to live my life under his, or any man's, thumb!" She spat back stubbornly stomping her foot against the floor in as a very childish gesture. "I want to be free to spread my wings and fly away," She explained spreading her arms out to mimic the hypothetical wigs in which she spoke of.
He merely smirked at this. "You two would be good together and for one another," He argued crossing his arms over his chest as he observed his young daughter. "He would provide you with stability and you would provide him with compassion and understanding."
Myrna, who had stood silent at her son's side took this as her opening to place her opinion about the offer that was laid out on the table. "I do not believe that Khorrum Vaskez is worthy of the honor of wedding the King's daughter," She stated in her usual condescending tone. "He is far from the type of noble man suitable for a Princess of Neya's persuasion," She spoke up in her granddaughter's defense.
Neya sighed in annoyance at her grandmother's statement. It was all about titles and formalities with her, "I want nothing to do with the nobility, nor do I wish to be a slave to a man that I do not care for!" She snapped glaring at the adults standing in front of her as her hands came rest upon her hips. "I am sick and tired of being treated like a child and being ordered around! I just want to be me, Neya von Stromgard. Is that really all that much to ask?" She complained tossing her arms up further illustrating her frustration.
Godric sighed rubbing his temple with his fingers. He was getting too old to waste his time arguing with his daughter. "I understand that Neya," He began with a small nod indicating that her point had indeed been heard and therefore recognized. It was true. The young teen had a raised a very valid and reasonable point. Such things were often rewarded when he found them warranted. He found that he could not disagree with a well presented argument. "I believe that this is what would be best for you," He continued holding up his hand and cutting the Princess off before she could argue further, "But, if it will help appease you, I can offer up a condition to your possible union," He suggested laying his hand down on the armrest of his throne.
Neya raised a curious eyebrow. "I am listening," She stated stepping forward but waiting for the catch she suspected lied within his words.
"I too am interested in this sudden change of heart my son," Myrna commented turning her head to stare at her King.
Pondering for a moment, there was a small pause. He stroked the stubble of his beard as he began to speak, "I will give you one year," He began holding up one finger as if to illustrate his point. "If there is not a more appealing offer from a man of a higher position, you will be wed to Khorrum Vaskez," He declared firmly ensuring that both women understood that this was the final word on the subject. "However, if someone else does place a better offer on the table, I will reject the proposal and you will be betrothed to the latter individual," He announced the stipulation of the bargain feeling as though the terms were more than reasonable. He eyed his daughter's expression with extreme scrutiny. "Does that sound like a fair deal?" He asked again crossing his arms over his chest.
Neya glanced at her grandmother but found her completely stone faced. Nibbling her bottom lip due to her anxiety over the situation, she nodded slowly realizing that there was no other way out of it but to agree. His decision seemed more than fair, but she hated both admitting and agreeing to it. Slowly she dropped to her knees and bowed to her father giving in to his will, "I accept your conditions father," She spoke her voice flat to maintain her composure. She was angry and hurt, but did not want it to show. It was not entirely her father's fault. It was his duty as King, but also she felt guilty for making it seem as though she placed the blame upon her. His hands were tied with the laws laid down by their noble ancestors. "I will do what is best for Basram," She added softly in defeat her eyes fixed on to the ground.
Godric nodded to his daughter feeling a pang in his heart at her crestfallen expression, "I am pleased to hear that, you may go now," He replied his own voice softening and a frown forming on his face. As cold and hard as he could be sometimes, he never liked to see his children so unhappy. Neya's defeated expression and posture made him cross with himself for being so harsh. He often forgot how young and immature she actually was.
He watched her shuffle out of the room her defeated body language never fading. "Do you think I was too hard on her?" He asked turning his head to look at his mother with uncertainty. He knew nothing about teenaged girls and without his late wife's influence and guidance, it was growing harder and harder as each year passed him by.
Myrna for once, did not scoff at her son's question. His uncertainty showed his vulnerability which softened her hard heart some. "Definitely not," She replied her tone echoing the softness now evident in the weathered lines of her face. "She needs to learn her place, and sometimes in order to do such things, you may have to appear the bad guy," She explained with a small sigh as her eyes travelled to the door where her granddaughter had made her hasty retreat. "She wants to be independent and prove herself, but at the same time she so desperately wants to please you. It's because she loves you."
"I know," was the only reply he could muster.
"You are only doing what is best for her, take pride in yourself and remember that" She reminded him reaching out and resting her hand on his shoulder attempting to supportive of his decision though she did not agree with the match. It was out of her hands. "One day, when she has a daughter of her own, she will understand," She assured him patting his shoulder before stepping away.
"I hope you're right mother."
She scoffed at this, scrunching her nose up, "You should have learned this by now, I am always right."
It was early when Hitomi awoke. Much earlier than she had intended to rise. However, her sleep cycle was so erratic that she was lucky she had obtained any sleep at all. Wiping the sleep from her eyes, she glanced at the pinkish hues of the sky. The sun had barely risen and she was wide awake. Accepting this she tossed the blanker aside with a an annoyed sigh and climbed out of the bed. She knew that sleep would fail to recapture her is she attempted to slumber again. She would just lie awake for hours. Lying in bed and staring at the walls or ceiling was definitely not a productive use of her time. After her confessions to Celena the night before, she was feeling a lot better and also had much more ideas floating around her head. Still, she had so many questions and yet no answers.
She walked over to her bag, pulling it up from the floor beside the chair. She opened it up pulling out her change of clothes. She dressed mechanically as if she were on auto pilot. Her clothes were a mix of her Earth clothes and the random garments she had obtained here on Gaea. Opting for something more comfortable and familiar, she dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. However, she still pulled on the heavy woolen sweater that she was growing to love here in the icy cold of Basram. It kept her warm and comfortable. She looked over to Yukari, her roommate, passed out snoring on her own bed. Her mouth hung open in an unflattering way and drool dribbled out spilling onto the pillow in which her head rested upon. Hitomi sighed with longing. She wished she could sleep so peacefully. Shaking her head to clear these thoughts, she headed out of the bedroom and into the rest of the castle. She wandered through the mostly empty stone hallways and out towards her new favorite place, the courtyard. It was early, and the only people encountered were the servants who were beginning their morning routines. They ignored her going about their duties as if she were not even there. She shuffled out of the main doors with her hands in her pockets in order to shelter them from the bitter cold.
The sun was shining. It crawled up the sky warming up the frozen tundra below it. Although it did not produce enough warmth to eliminate the cold, it did take the edge off. The frost still clung to the air in a death grip. Hitomi shivered at the cool air stroked her face, but she continued on ignoring it. She stepped out into the snow. As she neared the center of the courtyard, near the well, she spotted a figure seated on the ground up ahead. It was Neya. The small form of the Princess sat huddled down with her legs folded beside her. She was covered with a fur-lined grey cloak, the hood of it left to dangle off of the back. She sat at the base of the well, plucking the small white flowers from the garden around it. She viciously ripped the peals from them before tossing the stems aside. She repeated this process several times. It was obvious that something was bothering her as she was she taking her frustrations out on the plant-life.
Curious, Hitomi approached the young girl. Though they had only met once, she got the feeling as though she needed to reach out the Princess. "What did those poor flowers ever do to you?" She asked softly teasing her in an effort to ease the discomfort that came along with the situation. She barely knew the girl which made it all that much more awkward for both of them.
She frowned tossing another stem away and into the snow, "Go away," She grumbled unhappily as she reached for yet another flower.
Hitomi nodded, "I see," She commented brushing her hair out of her face. "Do you want to talk about it?" She asked sitting down on the edge of the well. "I can be a great listener."
Neya eyed her suspiciously, yet with curiosity at the same time. "What interest could you possibly have with my problems?" She asked tilting her head to the side slightly just like a curious kitten.
Hitomi shrugged, "I just noticed that you looked upset. It makes me feel better when I confide in someone, so I thought perhaps it would for you too," She explained with a friendly smile hoping to coax Neya into trusting her. "I swear I'm not out to get you or anything," She added holder her hands up as if to proclaim her innocence.
The Princess smirked at this, "Like you could harm me," She joked tossing her hair over she shoulder in annoyance as the wind blew it into her face. "My father received a proposal for my hand in marriage," She stated with a small sigh. It was obvious by her posture and her tone of voice that she was extremely displeased with this.
"Isn't that a good thing?" Hitomi asked in slight confusion. She had thought that every young Basramian woman was itching to get married as soon as possible. "I thought that was the point of the Celebration yesterday," She stated clarifying her question once she received a rather nasty glare from the younger girl.
She rolled her eyes before shaking her head, "No," was her flat and rather abrupt response. "That is what my father and grandmother want," She added with a hint of resentment lacing into her voice. "They don't really care what I want. They say it's all for my 'best interest' but it's all bull," She rambled on. Her anger towards her elders showed through her expression. "I am just too young to have any say in the matter."
Hitomi frowned. The girl just seemed so defeated it was rather disheartening. So much was expected of such a young girl. She forced a smile so that the Princess would not notice. "It can't be all that terrible," She began feeling the younger girl's heated gaze upon her. "I don't mean to sound unsympathetic, I am just trying to understand your position." She explained feeling as thought the justification was necessary. There was a small pause before she poised her next question, "Who is this guy asking you to marry him?" She asked once she sense the girl's temper had settled down a bit.
"Khorrum Vaskez," She spat out as if the name left a sour taste in her mouth. "He is the son of one of my father's councilmen," She shrugged as if that were no big concern of hers, "I've seen him around," She continued scrunching her nose up as if she had smelt something foul. "He's a pig. Can you imagine? Me!," She exclaimed resting a hand on her chest, "The wife of that egotistical, ignorant, waste of space," She snapped beginning to ramble. Hitomi watched her, but remained silent letting the young Princess rant. "Neya Vaskez, can you just see it! Neya Vaskez his doting little trophy wife! No sir. Not me. I guarantee it!" She announced jumping up onto her feet gesturing emphatically.
"You sound so confident," She remarked watching the young teen's display.
Neya ignored her comment and continued on. She look up at the sky wistfully, a look of longing etching itself onto her face. "I want so much more out of life than this," She admitted with a small sigh dropping the flower in her hand and folding the appendages in her lap. "I want excitement, adventure, love. I want it more than I can tell."
Hitomi nodded in understanding. It was obvious to her that the life of a Princess, of a noblewoman, was not ideal. There was a lot more to it than she had realized, especially in a chauvinistic land like Basram. She felt great sympathy for the young teen in front of her. "I know the feeling," She stated pulling her legs up and shifting her position so that she was seated cross-legged upon the stone wall. "To feel trapped by routine and what not. Believe it or not but my life back home is no where near this exciting," She began smiling fondly at the many memories she had accumulated over her journeys on Gaea. "I don't travel. Most of my time is spent doing chores at home, studying, and going to school. But here on Gaea, it's different. I love seeing all the new places, meeting new people, and getting to know that land. I have learned a great deal more than I did the first time I had come here," She nodded as if confirming all these facts to herself. "I can see why it would appeal to you so much."
Neya sighed, a look of longing appearing on her face, "Sometimes it's hard to be a Princess. So much is expected of you and everyone watches your every move. I would do anything if only it meant that I could have the freedom that I have always dreamed of. And for once it might be nice to have somebody understand that I want so much more then they've got planned," She replied sadness flickering over her expression as she spoke, but only for the briefest of moments.
Hitomi opened her mouth to comment, but she was interrupted by the shrill voice of another woman. "Neya!" She bellowed over the vast expanse of the courtyard. The voice belonged to no other than Myrna.
Neya cringed at the sound tucking her windblown and unruly hair behind her ears. "Can't the old shrew just leave me alone?" She muttered more to herself than to her companion. Slowly, she twisted her upper body to turn and look at her approaching grandmother. "What is it?" She called back slightly annoyed by the elderly woman's intrusion.
Myrna gestured for her to come towards her, "An urgent message has just arrived," She announced coming to stand a few meters away. "Your father requests your presence," She stated firmly.
The princess rolled her eyes pushing herself up off of the ground with a unladylike grunt followed by a quiet curse. This made Myrna frown, but she did not comment on it. "Since when does me need me to listen to his messages." She asked brushing the snow and petals off of her skirt. "It is hardly necessary."
The formality in which Neya spoke to her grandmother did not go unnoticed by Hitomi. In fact, she was rather abrupt. Myrna crossed her arms over her chest casting a disapproving glance at the young teen. "Do not roll your eyes at me young lady," She scolded obviously offended by the disrespectful gesture. "Your father deems it necessary because it involves you," She retorted reaching out and grabbing a hold of the girl's arm. "You would not like to disappoint him would you?"
She winced at her touch but shook her head in response, "Of course not," was her humbled reply. "But I do have a request of my own."
"And what could that be?"
Neya turned to glance at Hitomi, "I want her to come with me," She stated turning back to her grandmother while pointing towards the other girl.
Surprise came over the former Queen's face as she looked between the two girls. She had not been expecting something quite like that. She eyed Hitomi and her intense stare making her feel uncomfortable. After a moment Myrna nodded gesturing for the seeress to rise to her feet. "Very well," She consented retaining her hold on Neya's arm. She then turned heading back towards the castle pulling the young teen along side her. "We are wasting time my dear. Best not to keep your father and the messenger waiting for too long."
Neya made no reply as the eldest of the Stromgard clan led them through a side door and into the library. This was obviously the door in which she had originally walked through. She guided them wordlessly through unmarked hallways and the dramatic twists and turns that went along with the castle's rectangular design. It took them roughly five minutes to reach the doors of the meeting hall. As usual, Godric sat on his throne, looking as formal and dignified as always. At his side was a short and thin young man. He was dressed in rather casual clothing for such a formal meeting. A green silken shirt with black riding pants. His hair was dark brown and hung down to his chin. A feathered hat rested upon his head embroidered with gold and the crest of the country in which he served. From a distance, Hitomi could not make it out. In his hands was a roll of parchment. It was obvious from the shaking in his legs and the way his body swayed as he stood that he was extremely nervous in the King's presence.
Godric smiled upon his mother's return with his daughter in tow. He stood tossing his hands up in the air, "Good you have found her!" He exclaimed hardly noticing the sandy haired girl following behind them. "We can get this meeting underway!" He announced turning his attentions to the messenger at his side.
Myrna nodded at her son before bowing her head to the messenger, "I apologize for keeping you waiting my good sir," She said pulling Neya to a stop by her side.
"No matter, all is well," The messenger managed to sputter out. His hands gripped the rolled up parchment tighter. "Would you like me to read it now?" He questioned the proud King swallowing hard.
Godric settled back down in his seat, "By all means messenger," He consented gesturing for the young man to take command of the floor.
He cleared his throat stepping off of the platform and onto the stone floor just in front of it. Carefully, he unrolled the parchment ensuring not to rip the edges. He cleared his throat again and took a deep breath, "From the advisers to the Duchy of Fried," He began, his voice becoming firm and much more confident than it had been before. "On the suggestion of his council, the Duke of Freid has shown an interest in a possible marriage between Freid and the great nation of Basram," He announced proudly emphasizing words that would make the message more enticing to those listening. "He requests a meeting with Princess Neya with the prospect of her becoming his wife and the future Duchess of Freid," He concluded rolling the parchment back up and placing it under his arm.
Godric leaned back in his seat stroking his beard, deep in thought, "What an interesting proposal from the likes of Freid," He remarked leaning against the back of his throne.
"Indeed," Myrna agreed turning her head to look at her granddaughter noting the young girls almost stunned expression. It was the second time in one day that such life changing decisions had fallen into her vastly unprepared lap. The old woman turned her gaze back to her son, "A far more promising and appealing proposal than that of a mere councilman," She nodded voicing her approval.
The King looked skeptical, "Be that as it may," He began slowly, "I am a little hesitant."
It was then that Neya broke out of her daze and stepped forward, "Daddy please," She began her mind spinning at the possibilities. Travel, adventure, it was all at her fingertips. Everything she had been hoping for, for as long as she could remember. "I want to go!" She announced trying to shield the excitement growing within her veins.
Hitomi shifted her feet feeling both out of place and awkward at witnessing this exchange. It was not her place to be here nor was any of this discussion any of her business. Still, it intrigued her how the Basramian royals regarded and spoke to one another. It was all strangely formal. Much too formal for family. Perhaps it was merely a show for herself and the messenger, but part of her felt as though that was merely wishful thinking on her part.
"I am not comfortable with the idea of you leaving the Castle and travelling such a far distance," The King replied to his daughter, the uncertainty evident in his features.
Myrna squared her shoulders and held her head proud, "The Duke of Freid is a much more suitable match for Neya than that ignorant whelp Khorrum Vaskez," She stated announcing her opinion to all those present. She was not a humble or soft spoken woman by any means. Perhaps it was her former position as Queen that gave her the pride and sense of authority she displayed.
Godric looked between the two women before him before casting his gaze to Hitomi who stood slightly behind them. "You!" He called addressing her.
Hitomi jumped in surprise at the harshness of his voice. She bit her lip stepping forward before bowing gracefully, "Yes Lord Stromgard?" She asked clasping her hands in front of her to appear more lady like. Her cheeks heated up as she realized she was not dressed properly for the occasion.
"What do you think of this?" He questioned her drumming his fingers against the arm of his chair observing her with intrigue.
She was taken a back by his question. She had not been expecting to offer her opinion for she felt it was not her place. She had chosen to remain silent as to not provoke or insult the King as she had the last time she had addressed him out of turn. "Though I do not feel it is my place to say," She began slowly and cautiously taking great care in choosing her words, "I, personally, have had the pleasure of meeting the Duke of Freid. He is kind, noble, and very wise beyond his years," She continued with growing confidence. "If you would like my honest opinion, I would sincerely take this proposition into consideration."
Godric nodded taking in the information she had offered, "Thank you Miss Kanzaki. Your input is appreciated," He said before letting out a rather fatigued sigh as he turned his attentions back to his mother and daughter. "Very well. If that is your suggestion Lady Myrna. I will arrange preparations for a trip to Freid," He announced pushing himself up onto his feet. "Felicia Temper will accompany Princess Neya to Godashim in order to meet with the Duke."
Neya squealed with excitement launching herself forward into her father's arms, hugging him tightly, "Thank you Daddy!" She exclaimed before releasing him. The trip held the promise of a much brighter future than the one here in her homeland. A large bright smile lit up her face as she turned to flee the meeting hall. As she passed she grabbed a hold of Hitomi's wrist, dragging the young woman along with her. "Come on, you need to help me pack!" She announced as the left the stunned adults in their wake.
"Allen Schezar," Godric began not taking his eyes off of the proposal that he held in his hands."To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" He asked casting a glance towards the Knight as he placed the parchment down on the table. The King dipped his quill in the ink before signing the document without a second thought. Thin framed glasses sat on the bridge of his nose as he gazed down at the array of papers before him, idly sorting through them. That optical contraption was the only instrument that revealed his age. He was no longer a young man. He was nearing his fifties and it definitely showed in the dimly lit room.
Allen bowed his head humbly as he stepped into the King's study. It was not an extravagant room. In fact, it was fairly plain. On the back wall was a large stone fireplace. Inside, a fire burned low adding some much needed warmth and light to the large room. There were two full length windows flanking the structure with thick dark curtains that rolled down over the glass panes. A few feet from the fireplace was the sturdy wooden desk that the King was seated behind. Quills, ink, and papers littered the top accompanied by an oil land that rested a few inches from the papers. The high back chair he was seated in was not the most extravagant, but seemed elegant enough. Bookcases and cabinets line the walls along with numerous paintings and tapestry as well as other seemingly random decorations. It gave the room character.
Allen clasped his hands in front of him keeping his head bowed respectively, "Lord Stromgard, you have been nothing less of a truly generous host," He began watching the king sign another document. "But I have a favor to ask of you."
He glanced up, quill still poised in his hand ready to offer his signature to yet another piece of parchment. "And what would that be?" He asked dropping the quill into the ink and leaning back against the chair.
"It has come to my attention that a royal airship will be sent to Freid early in the morning," He began tactfully. He had to word this in the most formal and correct fashion. "I humbly request that you allow my crew, myself, and the Fanelian envoy to escort Princess Neya and Lady Temper from their departure in Mideen until such a time that they reach the safety of Freid's capitol of Godashim."
Godric looked taken a back by this. "That is a rather bold request," He remarked pulling the glasses off of his face and folding them. He placed them down on the desk before him. "And why should I entertain a favour such as this?" He questioned crossing his arms over his well muscled chest.
"I know it is a lot to ask of you," Allen piped up sensing the King's obvious reluctance. He opened his mouth prepared to voice his reason, but he was cut off by the older man.
"Why should I entrust my beloved daughter to a group of ruffians and fugitives?" He spat the question as if it left a sour taste in his mouth. "I do not trust the safety of my daughter to just anyone. Though I have forgiven you and your companions and allowed you to stay within my Castle, it is another matter entirely to grant you temporary custody of my own flesh and blood."
Allen let out a small sigh forcing himself to contain his frustration. Godric was reasonable, but seemed awfully hot-headed and suspicious when there truly was no need for it. It was beginning to wear on the Knight. "I assure you, I have no intentions of harming your daughter, neither do any of my crew," He argued taking a few steps closer to the desk. "I am willing to admit to there being some ulterior motive for traveling with your envoy," He stated not willing to lose his confidence so easily. If anyone could sway the King, it would be him. "I am not going to hide that from you."
Godric eyed him curiously, "And what may those motives be Schezar?" He asked reaching up to stroke the rusty colored stubble on his chin.
Allen felt slightly relieved. He appeared to be getting somewhere. "Freid is Asturia's closest ally. It would be most beneficial to withdraw from Basram and proceed forward into friendlier territories," He explained crossing his arms over his chest. "As I understand it, the kingdoms of Freid and Basram have never been friends."
The proud King nodded confirming his statement, "Continue."
"It would be profitable for both sides if we were to accompany your officials. More so for Basram than for us. Surely seeing the Princess in association with their allies would encourage Freid to move ahead with the idea of a union with your country," Allen pushed on feeling Godric's resistance begin to waver. "This would take a great deal of strain off of your shoulders I am sure. We would be out of your way easing the majority of the pressure of Arathnia's demands..."
"Do not speak of such matter when you have no understanding of the situation," He scolded rather harshly. "My problems with my dear cousin have little to do with you or this war Fanelia seems to have started. Your assumptions are most insulting," He continued on reaching out and grabbing a hold of his quill once more. "Are we done Mr. Schezar? I do have a country to govern."
"I have yet to receive your decision Lord Stromgard."
The King sighed at the Knight's persistence. He had to give the man credit for it. He picked up his glasses with his free hand placing them back on his face with little difficulty. "You have made some very valid points and for that I have to commend you," He stated pointing the tip of the quill towards the blonde haired man before signing another document.
"Thank you, your majesty," Allen accepted the praise with a respectful bow.
Godric smirked at this, "Very well Schezar, your cleverly placed words have swayed me," He announced glancing up at the younger man over the frames of his glasses. "Your request is granted, but know this, if any harm comes to my daughter under your care I will hold you personally responsible," He warned in a low and dangerous voice. "I will not hesitate to extradite you in order to properly punish you under Basramian law."
His threat hung heavily in the air and did not go unheeded by the Asturian. "Of course your majesty. I would expect nothing less."
"Good, now do not take my trust lightly for it is hard to gain," He stated pointing the tip of the quill at him once more. "If you were not a Knight Caeli, your request would not have been honored. Remember that your position does play an important role in foreign affairs. You are dismissed," He barked with the wave of his hand.
Allen nodded stepping backwards, "I can assure you Lord, your daughter will be in the safest of hands," He stated before turning and exiting the King's study. Mission accomplished.
The night was simply beautiful after a snow storm. There was not a single cloud in the sky. This allowed for the moonlight to float across the land without the opaque obscurity. It reflected off of the snow, adding a fair bit of light. Stars shone above sparkling against the black sky as they were now exposed, free to shine on into eternity as they were meant to. Out on the main balcony of the castle, Galaxia stared up at the sky enjoying the silence of the night as well as the cool breeze that rippled through the air. It caressed the bare skin of her arms sending a pleasant chill though her. The calming touch of the cold was a much welcomed distraction from the morbid and troubled thoughts that ran plagued her mind. She leaned against the railing, resting her elbows on the stone surface. A content smile formed on her lips, closing her eyes as the breeze blew passed her again. Se had always found solace in the cold. She relished in it. For what reasons, she did not know, but that fact was something she suspected would never change.
"Daughter of the crown," Godric spoke up as he stepped to the balcony door gazing out at the blonde warrior.
The sudden sound of the King's voice startled her out of her thoughts causing her to jump up in surprise. Galaxia rested her hand upon her chest as if to calm her rapidly beating heart. "My lord, you startled me," She stated exhaling slowly feeling herself relax realizing that she was in no danger.
He clasped his hands in from on him smiling apologetically, "I am deeply sorry, that was not my intention," He assured her taking a few steps closer.
She nodded accepting the apology her fingers idly toying with the medallion that rested just underneath her collar bone, "It is quite alright," She assured him with a small, brief smile. "I was lost in my thoughts, usually people don't sneak up on me," She explained leaning against the railing of the balcony.
"It happens," He remarked stepping over the threshold and walking towards her. He came to a stop just beside her glancing out at the city below them. "It is a nice night isn't it?" He asked making idle conversation with the young woman.
She nodded once more, "Indeed," was her short reply. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this encounter?" She asked turning to look at the much older man.
He turned to meet her gaze, his eyes searching her face for something. She watched him curiously as a small smile spread across his lips before he turned away to look back out at the skyline. "You look so much like your father," He sates resting his large hands upon the stone railing that blocked people from falling to the ground below. "You even share his eyes," He added with a small almost inaudible sigh. One of longing and regret.
Galaxia could not help the warm smile that spread across her lips at the vague memories of her father. She had been young, merely four years old, when he had passed. Still, she remembered him. His calm and loving words, his deep and soothing voice, his long blonde hair, and his smell. The light and airy scent that reminded her of the mountains. Her eyes fluttered closed as these memories assaulted her senses in the most pleasant of ways, "It is an honor to hear you say that."
"I remember the day you were born," He continued on watching her from the corner of his vision. "Your father was so proud. You meant the world to him, both you and your sister," He commented closing his eyes as he felt the cool breeze caress his face. "He would be thrilled to hear of all of the accomplishments you have obtained at such a young age."
A faint blush peppered her cheeks. It had been a while since anyone had flattered her in such a manner. "Thank you for your kind words Lord Stromgard," She stated bowing to the King.
He scoffed waving his hand in a dismissive fashion. "Please, my dear, there is no need for such formalities," He stated gruffly before turning towards her once more. "We are basically family," He announced with a firm nod. When she failed to respond to this, he cleared his throat before speaking again. "What of your mother and sister?"
She pulled her lips into a thin line, her expression turning grim, "Dead," She announced bluntly much to the King's surprise. He had not quite been expecting such a blunt answer from the blonde warrior. It was her turn to clear her throat realizing how harsh she had sounded. It had not been her intention. Using a much softer tone, she continued her explanation feeling as though she owed the man that much. He had been very close to her parents while her father had still lived. "Mother died of illness many, many years ago. Collette followed some years later under circumstances that I do not wish to discuss," She explained running her fingers through her hair. She felt the pang in her heart at the mention of her baby sister. The one she had failed to save and who's death weighed heavily on her heart. Closing her eyes and looking up towards the sky be forced the tears back that badly wanted to spill as the memories began to fall again. "It is still rather raw for me," She clarified her voice hoarse.
Godric nodded in understanding. "I see," He commented shifting towards her and reaching out to take her hand. Surprised, she looked down at the gentle grip he had placed upon her. A show of support. He two could share her pain for he too had lost many who were very dear and close to his heart. "How unfortunate. It must have been difficult to watch your family die all around you," He commented his sympathetic expression came across as nothing but genuine. For that she was grateful.
His kind words and supportive gesture helped her maintain her composure. "Indeed," She replied finding any other comment dry and insincere. "Freya raised both my sister and I after mother passed," She went on to explain noting the burning curiosity that was evident in the elder man's eyes. There were so many questions left unanswered. "I returned to Terra when I was thirteen. Needless to say, Aunt Nastrata was less than thrilled to see me. Still, she accepted me and allowed me to serve her under an assumed name," She clarified sliding her hand from his grip and taking a few steps down the length of the balcony. "I preferred it that way. But now so much has happened I don't know what I want to do, or who I should turn to. Life has become so complicated," She admitted with a tired sigh. "Everything I have ever known is being torn a sunder and twisted into something vile and tainted. I don't recognize it anymore."
A tense silence settled over the two for a moment. "You are more than welcome to stay here in Basram," He replied with a firm nod as if to confirm his own statement. "Any child of Valandran's is welcome in my kingdom. I would like you to treat Basram as your home."
"My place is with my crew," She replied, although she could not help the smile that spread across her face. It was not exactly the welcome she had been expecting, but it touched her heart to see that someone in which she shared blood still held her in their heart, "Thank you uncle," She addressed him with some hesitation. "I assume it is still alright for me to refer to you as such."
"Of course my dear," He nodded assuring her of this. The two fell into a more comfortable silence as they listened to the frosty wind begin to whistle through the air offering up the promise of more snow fall. "Your group parts for Freid in the morning," He spoke up paving the way for more of the questions that plagued his mind concerning the blonde warrior before him.
She nodded, "Yes, I was informed."
"Forgive me for this but do tell me," He began playing with the frayed ends of his shirt sleeves. In the privacy of the castle as it was wrapped in night, he had adopted a much more casual appearance. "Why are you in such company? Surely Nastrata would be displeased with your alignment with the kingdom of Fanelia," He stated his voice dipping low in a more hushed tone as if he desired not to be heard by anyone else should they be listening. "I do not wish her wrath upon you."
She scoffed her posture straightening as an sharp stinging sensation shot up her spine at the memory of her aunt's betrayal. "It is too late for that," She spat bitterly. "Trust me, I am not too fond of Fanelia's King either, but it seems that my dear aunt has lost her faith in me," She announced loosening the ties upon her dress. He watched her, baffled as she turned her back towards him. Once all the ties were loose enough, she slid the back of the garment down revealing the deep, but healing, wounds that resided upon her flesh. She heard a sharp hiss escape his throat as he stared at the marks with disgust. "She tried to ensure my silence by sending a wyvern after me," She announced reaching back with her free hand and pulling her hair forward to rest upon her one shoulder giving him a less distorted view. "I am a fugitive as well. The woman I devoted my entire adult life to, the woman I would have died to serve and protect betrayed me."
Godric shook his head stepping forward gently grasping the back of her dress and gently pulling it back up into it's proper place. "I was never close to Nastrata," He admitted with a hint of shame. "The large age gap between up prevented that bond from forming."
"It makes sense," She commented with a small shrug of her shoulders which caused her hair to slip off her shoulder and to spread back out across her back. Slowly and methodically, she began to retie the strings of her gown.
He looked away respectively but a small chuckle escaped his throat as an amusing thought struck him with their course of conversation. "In fact, now that I think of it, she is only a mere ten years older than my son. The same age gap between her two older brothers," He continued on a small smile forming on his lips at the memories of his times with his cousins. "I was married by the time she was three and was crowned King when she was the tender age of seven. There was not much time for me to get to know her," He admitted sadly. "It was not until she became Queen many years later did I form any kind of relationship with my youngest cousin. Even still, we have never been close," He shook his head ridding himself of these thoughts as his attentions traveled back to his niece. His expression darkened as he recalled the deep claw marks that would forever remain etched into her flesh. "I did not realize she had become so dark."
"Indeed." She remarked with a sigh before turning about to face him once more. "Although, what I have suffered is of no comparison to what I am sure Astra will suffer," She stated her fingers reaching up to grasp the amulet hanging around her neck. "She is not safe there," She mumbled more to herself than to the King in her company. Realizing this she shook her head to focus her thoughts on the conversation at hand. Clearing her throat she began to speak again. "The are many reasons why I have taken up a position so close to Fanelia. None of which I would like to disclose at this time. What I do, I do for myself, for the throne in which I have sworn to serve, and for my son."
He nodded again excepting her answer. "I understand. Do forgive me for acting so harshly before," He apologized again feeling slightly embarrassed due to his hostility. "It seems as though my frustrations were misplaced. I have mistreated the wrong side," He admitted bowing his head at the slight shame of his assumptions. "Had I known the details of Brahne's treachery my reaction may have been different." His eyes met the the younger woman's. They were a flame with a concealed rage and deep rooted hatred that curled around his iris' threatening to spread if more bad news was to befall upon him. He clenched his fists tightly at his sides to show self-restraint. "Turning against one's blood is not admirable by any means," He spat out, the anger lacing into his words.
She nodded again wiping the back of her hand across her brow feeling the fatigue begin to stir within her. "It is quite alright," She accepted his apology without hesitation. "If you don't mind, I would like to return to my room. I have matters that need to discuss with my partner about our departure in the morning," She announced politely flashing a small smile.
"By all means," He replied stepping back and gesturing towards the balcony doors. "Feel free to come back and visit the castle any time you like. My door is always open, even in perilous times such as these."
"Thank you Godric, Your kindness means a lot to me," She admitted feeling flattered by the friendly and generous benefaction.
He gently took her hand in his once more, bringing it up to his lips. He placed gentle kiss upon the back of her hand before covering it with his own. "You are welcome my child."
Freid. That was their next destination. The country that housed Zaibach's Zone of Absolute Fortune, and the only country to possess a child as it's leader. Prince Chid, the Duke of Freid. A position that had been thrust upon him causing the young boy to grow up much faster than he should have. He had no time to enjoy being a child. He was taught by his 'father' to be a strong and charismatic leader. Since the fall of the Zaibach Empire, Freid had gone through many difficulties in recouping it's losses from the devastation of the war as well as the sudden switch in leadership. Though this was made a lot easier with aide from Asturia, the hardships of Freid and it's people were many. Still, the people banded together to make the best of their situation and did their best to recover what they had lost. In the nearly four years since the end of the Destiny Wars, Freid had managed to return itself into the thriving and mystical land it had once been.
It was strange to see the full magnificence of the land from up above. Hitomi vaguely remembered her first trip to Freid. Most of her memories were that of the destruction of it's lands. Prince Chid had done well for himself and for his country in such a short amount of time. Much like Van had when he had finally returned to rebuild his own kingdom. Those two shared many things in common. She hoped that Chid had retained his cheerful and positive outlook on life, unlike Van who had been spoiled by death and the perils of war.
The airship groaned as it began it's descent. The Basramian craft was large, rather slow, and heavy, but they made good time arriving in Fried in under three days travel. It had been fairly uneventful. Yukari had been complaining of boredom and motion sickness, being overly dramatic and rather exasperating. She was tired of travelling, as were the rest of the group, the red head was just the most vocal about her dislike. Neya spent most of her time in the common room with Sannah. The two had formed a strange and fast friendship preferring each others company over anyone else. This was mostly due to the fact that they were rather close in age. Sannah would tell the young Princess stories of the forest and the creatures that she had come across over the years. General Avanon only added to these tales by pitching in his own stories which often left the two young girls awestruck. Often, they would hound him until he would regale them. Though he thoroughly enjoyed the attention, their constant pestering seemed to begin to aggravate the General after the first day. He took great lengths to avoid them at times. It was a rather humorous situation. The tales he once revelled in telling, she avoided like a plague. Felicia watched over the two young girls diligently. She highly disapproved of the General's influence over their eager little minds, but did not care to comment. Folken and Galaxia remained in their quarters hiding away from the rest of the crew, as did Celena. Van remained his usual moody self with Merle staying close by. Allen and his crew seemed to be in very good spirits. They were only a stones throw away from home and it was only a matter of time before they would reach the safety of Asturia. From here, it was basically home free. However, there were still possibilities for things to go completely awry. Hopefully, their stay in Fried would be short lived for everyone was eager to reach their main goal, and it was now set in their sights.
There was a distinct hum as the airship slowly hovered down towards the hanger nearest to the castle. There was a small complication. The hanger was not designed to hold such a large vessel. Instead, it attached to a docking port which was uncustomary for visiting royalty. Still, certain things could not be helped. Once they had landed and the airship had been secured, they were met by a group of armed men. They looked over their crew but said very little as they led them towards the castle. It seemed like it took only minutes to reach the stone structure.
Inside the main foyer, the armed guards met with another men. The man dismissed them and turned to greet the visitors. He was a Freidien priest. It was obvious because of the dark orange robe that was wrapped around his thin frame. His skin was tanned a mild orange hue. By his complexion alone it was easy to see that he spent a lot of time outdoors. He, like most other priests, possessed a cleanly shaven head free of hair. There was a red jewel upon his forehead and around it was the tattooed image of a bird. The wings stretched out around his eyes and near the top of his head taking up the majority of his face. He bowed respectively to the Princess and her guard. A serious expression adorned his face as he rose to full height to greet the visitors. He turned his attention towards Allen who remained at the front of their envoy. He scowled at the Knight, his eyes narrowing with suspicion.
"And who might you be?" The man asked in a slightly demanding tone. His voice was flat, not quite monotone, but close. He stared at the golden haired Knight that stood before him waiting for a response.
Allen nodded his head towards the priest, "I am Sir Allen Schezar, Knight Caeli of Asturia," He announced with extreme formality. "I am acting as the Commander of the Basramian envoy."
The tattooed man snorted and brushed past Allen. Disregarding him completely, he heading straight towards Neya with purpose in his heavy and brisk footfalls. He eyed her attire curiously before clearing his throat to speak. "Princess Neya of Basram?" He questioned quirking an eyebrow.
The young girl nodded slowly, intimidated by the tall tanned man before her. "Yes, I am Neya," She vocalized after a moment realizing that her silence could be misconstrued as rude and disrespectful. She was representing her country and therefore her father. It was of the most importance for her to be on her absolute best behaviour. She wanted to make a good impression. This visit could possibly decide her future and a good first impression was the most important thing.
The man scanned her with his eyes before snorting distastefully. He stepped aside and gestured towards the opened doorway behind him. Reluctantly, he bowed, "I am Rah," He introduced himself. "It is my duty to escort you to the council where you will be introduced to our lord, Duke Chid," He announced flatly.
Neya nodded again disregarding his rather rude response. "Of course, lead the way."
"Follow me," was his short and blunt reply.
With no further instruction, the man named Rah turned and headed towards the doorway. He did not bother to check behind him to ensure that the guests were following his lead. Neya took the first steps following behind at a fair distance. This put everyone else in motion. Felicia flanked the Princess' left side as they began their journey into the palace of Godashim. Allen quickly fell into stride along side Neya as well, flanking her right side. Her guard eyed him suspiciously, as she seemed to do with anyone who approached the young Princess. However, once again, the warrior cared not to comment sensing no danger from the Knight. Everyone else lagged behind sensing the mild tension building in the air around them. This was a very important meeting.
Their journey did not last long. They travelled down a few short hallways before coming to the archway that led to the council. The large room remained unchanged, rebuilt to look exactly as it had before the castle's destruction during the Destiny Wars. Seated cross-legged on a plush, green ottoman was the reigning Duke of Freid. Chid zar Freid.
Chid looked much different compared to the last time that Hitomi had seen the young boy. That much was to be expected for many years had passed. He was a mere boy of six years old then, nearly four years later he was approaching his tenth birthday. From his seated position it was hard to tell how much taller he had grown, but it was obvious that it was quite a fair amount. Both is body and his face had thinned out a fair bit as he was just beginning to shed his child-like appearance. He looked older and slightly more masculine while still obtaining the innocent glow of a child. His light blonde hair had grown longer and came down to his chin. The ends curled up like ringlets framing his still slightly rounded cheeks. His deep blue eyes still sparkled with life but held a unique maturity that one would not expect for one of his age. The resemblance was unmistakeable. It was hard to deny that Chid was beginning to look more and more like his biological father, Allen.
As they entered, Chid's attention was immediately drawn to the gallant Knight at the girl's side. His expression lit up instantly as he recognized the man before him. "Allen!" He cried jumping to his feet in his excitement. It had been a long while since he had last seen the legendary swordsman whose stories had greatly entertained his childhood.
Allen nodded in acknowledgement offering up a friendly and genuine smile at his oblivious offspring. "It is good to see you young Duke," He greeted with a small bow. He gestured to the young girl at his side as he returned to his full height. "May I have the pleasure of introducing the lovely young Princess of Basram, Neya von Stromgard," He announced focusing on the more important task at hand. There would be time for pleasantries and catching up later.
Surprise ghosted over his features as he glanced at the taller princess. His cheeks reddened slightly from embarrassment as he dropped down onto one knee bowing respectively to the young monarch. "I am deeply sorry Princess Neya," He began in a formal fashion. His tone was sincere and humble. "Forgive my rudeness due to my distraction. I had not been expecting you to be arriving in such company," He admitted casting a glance to the rest of their entourage. He did not even act remotely surprised when he spotted Hitomi amongst the crowd of familiar and unfamiliar faces. He paused for a moment when he spotted Folken amongst the crowd. He quickly dismissed this as he turned back to the Princess offering her a friendly smile, "If you do not mind I would like to speak with my other guests. I would much rather us engage in a less formal and less public meeting at a later time," He stated politely.
A small smile tugged at Neya's lips in response. Though he had just met the young Duke, she could easily spot his good nature and kind heart. The tension between the meeting melted away at his suggestion. Uttering a small sigh of relief, she nodded bowing her head respectively in return. "No at all," She replied softly. "I would rather a more private meeting as well," She confessed bashfully. "Take all the time you need."
Chid nodded curtly as if to politely dismiss the Princess and her guard. He turned to the man who had led them there. "Rah, take them to the chambers that have been prepared from them," He ordered respectfully. "I will retrieve the Princess when I have finished with matters here."
Both the man named Rah and Felicia nodded. "Yes Lord Duke," Rah stated with a small bow before turning to the females. He stepped forward gesturing for the two ladies to follow his lead. He led them from the room without further direction from his leader.
Once the door shut behind them, Chid turned to Allen once more, "It's so good to see you Allen," He remarked clasping his hands in front of him in a very dignified fashion. "Aunt Millerna and Aunt Eries have been very worried about all of you," He added his smile fading as his face took on a more serious countenance. "You've been gone a long time and much has happened in your absence."
"It has been close to two months," Allen confirmed with a nod. He was all too aware of the passing days. He had been keeping count, marking the days in his head. Just like his companions, he longed for home.
"What kind of things have happened?" Van asked deciding to join in on the conversation anxious for news on his beloved homeland and those allied with him.
"Nothing of great extremes," Chid began with a small shrug. "No attacks, raids, or anything of that sort," He explained.
In turn, Van let out a loud sigh of relief. He had been worried about the state of Fanelia and if Queen Brahne had already set her sights on destroying what he had worked so hard to rebuild. "That's some good and welcomed news," He stated more to himself than the people around him.
"However," Chid continued after a small pause, "There have been plenty of threats and well as a lot of anti-Fanelia propaganda coming out of Arathnia," He informed them turning to Van with a grim expression. "Queen Brahne is not too happy with you I am afraid."
Van snorted distastefully at this crossing his arms over his chest, "Tell me something I don't know," He retorted rolling his eyes. His irritation was not directed at the boy but rather the situation at hand.
This did not seem to bother Chid in the slightest. "She has been sending representatives to all nations in an attempt to rally support in her vendetta against you. Trying to convince them that you have had malicious intentions this entire time." The young boy's expression darkened significantly before he continued, "That you only agreed to the terms of your father's treaty and to marry Princess Astra because you want her kingdom."
"That's a lie," Van spat his eyes darkening dangerously at the rather surprising revelation. "She is the one who pushed Astra onto me."
Allen nodded in agreement. "He speaks the truth. Van and Astra separated on good terms," He began turning his attention between the two. "It is Queen Brahne who is dead set on claiming Fanelia for her own selfish desires."
He nodded as if he had known the truth all along and was merely reaffirming it for himself. "I figured as much," He revealed proving that the young Duke was indeed much wiser beyond his mere nine years. "Last we met you were a very vengeful man, but I could not picture you turning against the very people who has assisted you in rebuilding your capitol," He announced offering Van a small and sympathetic smile.
"Has Queen Brahne successfully turned anyone against Fanelia?" Van pressed on, his curiosity evident.
His expression turned grim once more. "Unfortunately. Queen Brahne holds a lot of sway with many of the nations due to the power she wields as High Queen. Also, her representatives are extremely convincing. I can attest to that," He shifted his feet resting his hand on the small sword at his side. "It was hard to refuse," He declared with a bit of hesitation. When no one commented he continued on. "Daedalus and Cesario have already chosen to stand with her. Egzardia has yet to choose a stance. I believe they are waiting for Basram's decision but no one is quite sure if Lord Stromgard will become involved or not."
"He will choose whatever side is right," Galaxia spoke up drawing the young Duke's attention to her for the first time. "He is a very level-headed and noble man. He will see reason and won't be so easily swayed," She continued holding her head high her voice illustrating the truth and surety of her words.
Chid stared at the new face with curiosity. He tilted his head to the side as he attempted to place her face. He was rather unsuccessful. However, the sword strapped around her hips was all the identification he required. "Galaxia Tantuar?" He half-stated, half-asked readjusting the regal headdress that resided upon his head. "Arathnia's Golden Knight," He recited excitement flickering behind his eyes. As with Allen, he had heard many tales of the young female Knight that struck fear into the hearts of even veteran soldiers.
She nodded confirming his assessment. Elegantly, she dropped to one knee, bowing to the young ruler that had addressed her. "At your service Duke Freid," She stated formally before rising back to her feet.
Confusion set in his expression as he looked between the former Knight and Van. Both were supposed to be on opposite sides of the war, but here they were traveling together as if they were on the same side. He shook his head clearing his mind of these thoughts. There were more pressing matters at hand than the allegiances of the envoy he played host to. Nodding to the former Knight, he cleared his throat turning his attentions back to Van and Allen.
"I choose to remain a neutral party," He continued on returning to their previous course of conversation. "I want nothing to do with this war and have expressed that wholeheartedly to General Heidegar upon his visit on the Queen's behalf. I have worked hard to keep Freid a peaceful nation and I do not wish to jeopardize that now," He announced his tone firm. "Asturia seems to remain on the same field though I assume that when it comes down to it, Dryden will side with you," He added with a firm nod.
"That is good to know," Van remarked with a small sigh of relief. His closest allies remained loyal and to that he was eternally grateful. "Asturia's help would be a blessing."
"I have to say though, those dragons are magnificent," The Duke chimed in his expression lighting up and a large toothy smile spreading across his face.
"Dragons?"
He nodded enthusiastically, "Yes. That's how General Heidegar got here so quickly," He explained the excitement and awe clearly showing upon his young features. "He rode on the back of a blue dragon. It had this big horn on it's nose, it was like nothing I have ever seen," He concluded with such wonder shining in those bright blue eyes of his. The creature had left an impression on the young boy. "I wish dragon's were more prevalent in Freid."
"Well we have dragon's in our company too!" Sannah spoke up elated that Chid seemed to harbor the same excitement for the reptilian creatures as she did.
"Really?" was Chid's excited and surprised reply.
The dark haired girl nodded smiling brightly. "One is my brother and the other belongs to Galaxia," She announced resting her hands on her hips. "I can introduce you later if you like," She suggested.
The young Duke was slightly taken a back by her statement, but quickly shook it off, "It would be a honour, but do tell me, what is your name?" He asked casting aside his slight confusion. It seemed as though there were many questions that he would require answers to before his friend's grew too comfortable. He tilted his head as he stared at the slightly older girl in an effort to recall where her hard features seemed so familiar.
"I'm Sannah," She stated proudly with a rather dramatic nod.
He smiled bowing his head respectively, "It is nice to meet you Sannah."
The air shifted so dramatically with the innocence displayed by the two youngsters. that it was hard not to laugh. The awkward, yet oddly formal introduction between the two preteens was rather uplifting. The innocence of the children seemed to be the remedy they all required to clear the gloom that seemed to surround them. The air in the room felt strangely lighter once the matter had been squared away.
"Now listen to me babbling on about all this," Chid piped up through the laughter scolding himself lightly. "How rude of me. We will pick up this conversation tomorrow. It is growing late and you have had a long journey," He announced offering a small smile of apology.
"I assure you Duke, it is quite alright," Allen stated resting a hand on the young man's shoulder.
Chid wrinkled his nose at this. "No need to be so formal," He remarked brushing a stray strand of hair out of his eyes. "We're friends aren't we? Friends don't need to worry about titles and formalities even if they rule a country," He explained his smile broadening.
Van was the one who nodded at this statement offering up a smile in return, "Of course Chid. We are friends and as friends we should speak to one another as such," He agreed placing his hand on the youth's other shoulder. "As I have said in the past, I am honoured to have Freid's friendship."
AN: I'm not even going to bother with an apology. They seem empty now. Another hopefully awesome and well thought out installation. This one was kind of dull and lackluster, but I worked on this chapter and the next simultaneously so the next one should be out within the next few days. It is definitely more Hitomi centric. Thanks always for your incredible patience. Anyways, hope you enjoyed and I will be seeing you in the next chapter. Please read and review. Your input means a lot to me. Just so you know, I am trying to build up on Galaxia's character as a lot of things are going to come to life with her at the center of it all.
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Jossi-31: Yes, Hitomi is quite powerful. Don't worry, no more new characters for a while. Most of these are minor and are only important for the story to progress to the next place. They are not all that essential to the plot. Those ones come later. I really liked the whole Hitomi/Yukari exchange as well. It was one of my favorite parts in the chapter. I'm glad you liked this part and hope you enjoyed this one.
PrefersFiction: Trust me, I needed a break from all the information as well. I actually enjoyed writing the last chapter. I hope this one was similar, but beyond this one it is hard to say if the story will stay on this track. I can say though, that there will be more information packed chapters in the future. I am planning on stretching those out though. Some interesting revelations and drama are ahead so stay tuned.