It's a new month, and with it, a new chapter. Appreciate the reviews, keep that up though one of you did misunderstand what I meant when I asked for which girl Lulu would have ended up with. I didn't mean in this story, I meant for the actual story of the show. Nothing else to say other than the fact my other story, Force Unleashed R2 is officially on hiatus as I've been in a writing hole for a while, with everything I can write being straight trash, so till I manage to climb out of it…yeah.

Chapter 13: Fey Queen Morgalia

When Lelouch next awoke, it wasn't with the dull pain in his chest, and nerves on fire as when he woke up on Jeremiah's back. He was still far from 100%, but it felt closer to the exhaustion he felt after one of the many long workout sessions he allowed Jeremiah to run him through. As he looked around the space, taking more time to study its details and colours, the door opened up and his doctor walked in. Seeing him awake, the man gave him a nervous smile, one that made things clear that he still thought he would attack him but was willing to treat him regardless; such a notion of treating one fairly despite misgivings being something Euphemia would have loved to see, among a great many other things in this world.

Once more, he didn't try to talk with him, sticking mainly to gestures and context for the two to get some information across, from how he had been treated with a green and purple concoction, how he slept for nearly a full day and lastly, how Jeremiah and C.C. weren't present. When two others, clearly guards going by their dress, appeared the doctor managed to explain that he wasn't under arrest, but he should go with them. On the way out, he saw the merchant who helped and, still giving him a nervous look and keeping his distance but he hoped that his smile and wave got the message across that he was thankful to him. Once outside, one of the guards, who had green-scaled skin and equally reptile-like eyes pointed towards the centre of town, where one of the larger buildings stood and pushed him towards it, making it clear their destination and if this place followed any human conventions, he suspected that it was the main administrative building or the residence of whoever was in charge.

As he walked, he took the chance to observe his surroundings much more closely now that he was lucid. He saw that the designs of the place were just as bizarre as he recalled as it was like a strange and seemingly incomprehensible mix of styles was used. The building material matched that of pre-industrial Europe, planning was close to what the Romans would have implemented, clear lamp posts that wouldn't look out of place in Victorian times, and clothing and fashion that for the life of him, he couldn't place. The sidewalk which they walked along was paved and elevated over the bricked road as one would expect, but it was much larger than a single lane road he was used to, most likely for the much larger residence. Above their heads were hanging side works which served the smaller residence and flyers as he saw squirrel-sized people with elongated ears walking about on them, entering and leaving buildings which either had special entrances for them or were purpose-built for them only. There were even small terraces for them which saw of the places he saw used as outdoor seating. The road was equally strange as it was massive, easily being the same width as an 8-lane highway, and even then, it seemed to have only been built as a double lane which made sense as some of the carriages he saw being pulled would make a bus look small. What's more was that while some were pulled by horses, others were pulled by a much larger beast of burden-the most common being some sort of mix of a narwhal, goat and a bull; its muscular pick-up-sized frame easily pulled their wheelless carriages.

The people were just as strange as while he could recognise some of them, namely fairies, orcs, giants and a few elves, he couldn't do the same for the other 8 distinctive kinds of people he saw. And they had their eyes on him as while since as soon as one saw him and pointed out, the rest followed suit, watching him like an animal in a zoo, or a prisoner being paraded through the streets on his way to his execution, he scoffed at himself with that last one, as it wasn't like they were collectively calling for his blood or glaring at him. Still, he didn't react to any of it, suspecting it was more the novelty of seeing a human than any real malice. Once they reached their destination, he saw that it was made with much more brick and stone than most of the other buildings, and while it was only around 6 stories tall, it was quite clear how each of those was designed for a giant to enter and move about without issue; a point confirmed when he entered and saw that the ceiling was at least 9m high with chandeliers illuminating the space; but oddly enough it wasn't fire lightbulbs or candles but by some strange crystals.

The guards spoke with the person working at the desk, who had bird-like wings on their back before he gestured for them to continue forward. After that, and some stairs, they reached a door which had two more guards standing outside. Before he knew it, he was inside and immediately wrapped up in a massive hug, with it taking a moment for him to realize who was hugging him.

'Your majesty, it brings me joy and relief to see you up and about!' Jeremiah cried out in tears of joy, C.C. giving both of them an amused look, even if she was just as relieved to see him up and about as he patted the man's back.

'It feels good as well, Jeremiah.' He replied as he let him down, looking him over just to be sure and besides his now regularly pale skin, he seemed fine.

'They told us to leave you to rest, while were taken here to spend the night.' C.C. explained to him as if not for that, they would have stayed by his side the entire time. it was only through some convincing from the merchant and doctor that they agreed to follow the guards here.

'I believe they gave us the same accommodation as they would visiting delegates or other VIPs.' Jeremiah added, calming down enough to carry a civil conversation as he recalled that their rooms were quite opulent for what he imagined was a small town, close to the quality he would have expected to see in the Viceroy's palace back in Japan.

'Well, it's a good sign that they didn't lock you up in some cell for the night.' Lelouch said, happy that if nothing else, they were being treated fairly as they walked away from the door and further into the room, taking their seats at a table which had a pitcher of water and a large platter with bread and grilled fish, though which kind they didn't know.

'With the way, some of them were looking at us, I wouldn't be surprised if that was an option they considered.' Jeremiah noted as he wasn't blind, he had seen how they were perceived, and it was part of the reason he was hesitant to leave his majesty with that leprechaun.

'But back to you, are you okay?' C.C. asked Lelouch as he reached for a glass of water and took a small sip before he replied.

'I think so; whatever the doctor gave me seemed to have flushed my system of that stuff. Though I do still have some lingering exhaustion.' He stretched out his arm and clenched and unclenched his fist, it responded without issue but there was a notable strain.

'Hopefully, it'll pass. But with that settled, what is the plan going forward?' Jeremiah asked, they couldn't just stay in this world, not when Sayoko and Anya must have been worried sick as they had been gone for 2 days now at least.

'I haven't had the chance to think of that. But considering that I suspect that the gwyllgis came from this…place,' He paused, not comfortable with how this might very well be its world in its reality. 'It does give us some possibilities.'

'The first would be that it was sent to ours.' C.C. mentioned as she reached for some of the bread, breaking off a piece of it.

'That seems unlikely, if they knew about our world, surely they would know about humans and I haven't seen a single person that seemed to recognise us as even a species from a book.' Jeremiah shook his head at that.

'My thoughts exactly, which means that the gwyllgis were either sent by another party or chanced into our world. Either one of those isn't good.' Lelouch responded as if it was option A; it would mean that there was an aggressive group in this world that sought to kill off humans in their world for whatever reason, being to take their lands or just racism. If it was option B;…perhaps all that talk he had been hearing from the strange figure in his dreams about walls being damaged would explain. As they continued to talk, exchanging theories on what to do, how they got there, etc, they were being watched, not by the guards outside who couldn't understand anything that could make out through the thick door, but by a lone raven that was perched on a tree branch outside their window. This raven looked identical to others one might see, but what stuck out was its piercing red eyes that watched them.

Far away from them, in what could only be described as a city, sat a large and magnificent castle. Built on a hill that overlooked the city below it, its massive red stone works and moat wouldn't be out of place in a classical medieval fortification, but its architecture and other defences were as much extravagant as they were defensive. The castle within the walls was massive, built with 9 separate towers well over 100m tall, with the rest being as grand as was imposing. Within its heavily guarded halls, sat a large lavish throne, but one far different to the styles one would find in Britannia, or the museums of Europe. Rather than gold and precious jewels, it was instead polished and expertly carved Sarsen columns and statues that lined the hall, with specially cultivated plants placed all around, giving the entire space an air of nature.

However, while the room was indeed fit for a king, it was a queen that sat on the throne. Like with the rest of the residents, she may have been humanoid in shape but far from human. She was tall, nearly 2m in height with a frame that was proportional to that, her skin a soft purple with not a single blemish to speak of. Her ears were long, adorned with gold and silver clips and piercings, her soft blue hair kept in a braid with small, finely made golden chains braided into her hair with a set of crimson eyes far more expressive and precious than any ruby and a crown of bronze, fitted with amethyst and turquoise gemstones. She was beautiful, appearing less like a person, and more like an angel but at present, those soft features were hard as her ruby-red eyes watched what was being broadcast to them by one of their messenger ravens; a scene involving three people of a race she never thought she would live to see anywhere outside the oldest of texts from the grand library.

'It's one thing to predict, quite another to see with your own eyes.' When she spoke, she turned her gaze to the only other person present, her advisor, a woman. Shorter than her and had blue skin and shorter hair.

'Your majesty, does this have anything to do with what occurred 2 months prior?' She asked her sovereign, referencing an event that had recently occurred when out of nowhere, the sky itself seemed to shake and howl, as all their people heard the thunderous sound as if a great wall had been damaged and its immensely powerful mortal gave way, allowing stones the size of mountains to have crashing down. And just as fast as it occurred, it was over.

'I do not know; I'll have to speak with the Grand Mage about this to confirm anything.' She replied, watching the broadcast being presented to them before she waved her hand, signalling for the raven, which had been showing them this by projecting it into the air as if it were a screen, to stop. The bird acted and did as it was told as he flew up to her shoulder, nuzzling into her as she reached a hand to its head, stroking it as she got up from her throne. 'Prepare my airship, I'll personally travel to meet them in Potron, send word that the Grand Mage is to travel with me.' Her advisor nodded her head and left to carry out her orders, leaving her alone bar the raven.

The sovereign walked down from her throne, her mind focused not just on the recent…visitors that had cropped up, but on the preceding events to it. There was first the still-to-be-explained event, and after that, nearly every night when she retired to bed, she saw visions. She had been seeing such ever since she was young, but these were different. These visions always centred around a world far different than the one she knew, filled with only one race of people-a race which should have been nothing more than myth, scenes of battles and wars, of struggles and victories...and of those haunting crimson eyes appearing again and again.

She walked over to the side of the great hall, towards a balcony from which she would normally address a crowd in the tens of thousands, but the grand courtyard was empty, there was no one to see her as she gazed up towards the skies as mighty dragons flew overhead, with vast airships and those who could join them. She had seen similar sights in her dream, metal men flying through the air as it seemed to fill with spells and blood, of ships that housed weapons that could lay waste to small towns in but a few minutes, nothing like the texts had said humans were capable of.

'What does all of this mean? For me? My people? For Annwn?' She asked aloud, wishing to have some advice from her ancestors and the Gods as she just felt, that this was only the beginning of something that if she wasn't careful, would spell their doom. As she stood there, contemplating what she'll do once she met with the humans, she reached for the mark of her clan, a familiar bright red mark on her collarbone as the wind picked up.

'How long do they intend to keep us locked up?' C.C. asked as she lounged on a couch, the trio still in their little room as they waited hours for…something, they didn't know. All that did know was that the guards didn't seem keen on letting them out, which meant the only people they saw were the 3 who came to take away the platters and return with more food, lunch and dinner respectively, though they seemed even less inclined to speak with them and kept their heads down the entire time.

'I would say it's more for the safety of others than our own, it's not like we can explore when we can't understand a word they're saying.' Lelouch looked out the window at the darkened streets, lit up by the many lampposts he had seen on his way there as some of the residents entered and exited bars and restaurants.

'That's part of the fun, interacting with a world that doesn't speak your tongue.' C.C. smiled at him while he didn't face her, keeping his gaze on the outside.

'I'll rather hear when insults are sent my way.' He said as Jeremiah, who had remained by the table, spoke up.

'Still, the sun set a while ago but I can't see the moon from here, so I'm not sure what time it is.' Lelouch turned to look at him, confused as to why he needed to use such a method, to begin with.

'Can't you tell from our…'He raised his arm to look at his watch, only to see the hands moving erratically. 'Watches?' C.C. gave him a look that said more than words could at the moment.

'We noticed when we first got here, not sure if it's the trip that did it, or something else but the bottom line is that our watches are as useless.' She explained to him, the same being with their phones which before they died the previous day, had their digital clocks just as confused as they couldn't decide on a time and stick to it for more than a few seconds. As they continued to discuss the situation, the door opened up, drawing their attention as they weren't expecting any more guests.

This proved to be different from the rest as two people walked it, the first was the sovereign of these lands, her form being instantly striking to them, both her beauty and her size as she made a giant of a man like Jeremiah seem small. The person next to her was much smaller, being just shy of C.C.'s height, had dark red skin, and was draped in what appeared to be the garment of a high-ranking priest, though he carried with him an intricate bronze and wooden sceptre which he used as a cane, the much shorter and elderly man watched them all with one eye, the other closed.

'Oh.' C.C. sounded as they walked up to meet them, both sides observing the other, trying to gleam more about without a word spoken. This was broken when the woman nodded towards the elder, who responded by raising his sceptre and started to mutter something, it didn't sound like anything they had heard from the locals but in the back of Lelouch's mind, he felt like it was familiar. He wasn't given time to ponder on that for as the man finished his incantation, light flooded the room from his sceptre, blinding them as they all covered their eyes, C.C., cursing about their little light show.

'Forgive us, but that was part of the spell.' They all heard the woman speak and were about to question her about it before they realized that they could understand her, that she was speaking English.

'You can understand us? Wait, I can understand you?' Jeremiah asked her, dumbfounded like the rest the woman responded with a humble smile as she directed their attention to her companion, the source of the spell who spoke up.

'That was the point of the translation spell. It links the minds of the targets, we're still speaking our different languages, but we can transmit the meaning of the words telepathically.' His voice was a stark contrast to hers as while she sounded like how silk felt, his voice was like sandpaper; rough and stubborn.

'It's proven useful a great many times, though I had doubts it would work on humans.' She added, drawing their attention again, namely her word choice.

'You know what we are?' Lelouch asked, taking point for the trio as he stepped up, even if he had to look up at her in a similar manner that he had for his father, which only drudged up unwanted feelings in the matter.

'We do.' She confirmed as she gestured towards their table, clean and free of any food or drink. 'Please let us take some seats, this will be a long conversation.' The group wordlessly agreed to her proposal, after all, they had no reason to distrust her, at least not in the moment after their well-received arrival. With the two sides sat down, with one group on one side, and the sovereign and her attendant on the other, she began their discussion.

'Now, as you'll guests in these lands, allow me to introduce myself. I am Queen Morgalia the 9th, 52nd ruler of Annwn. The mage seated next to me is Grand Mage Merloé, Head Scholar of the Royal Magics Academy.' Morgalia introduced herself and her…Grand Mage to the trio, who felt compelled to do the same.

'Lelouch vi Britannia, exiled Prince of the now Fallen Holy Britannian Empire.' Lelouch used what he thought he abandoned, but he assumed that if they were exchanging names as a form of trust, he should do the same.

'Jeremiah Gottwald, a former knight of the Holy Britannian Empire.' Jeremiah followed his master's lead, both catching how Morgalia and Merloé's eyes widen when they mentioned Britannia.

'C.C.' C.C.'s reply was dry and drew the attention of the monarch and the mage as one looked at her with curiosity for a name that was so vastly different from the first two, while the second looked at her, annoyed with her as he scoffed.

'What a strange girl, though you're older than you look.' C.C.'s eyes widened, the same as Lelouch's as she looked directly at the man.

'How did you…' She started to ask, but he raised a hand to silence her.

'Child, a novice could tell you that.' He didn't elaborate on what he meant by it, and before C.C. could push him, Lelouch spoke up to get things moving again, they could inquire on the less important stuff later.

'Considering that you already know we're not from here, I'll cut to the chase. What are you, the both of you?' Lelouch asked, setting aside what would be conventional manners as this was far from a conventional situation, his words not even registering as insulting or rude to the two who recognised that fact.

'We are fey, the people of the hills as your kind once referred to us.' Morgalia placed a hand on her chest as she introduced them.

'All of you? This town has more types of people than just you two.' Jeremiah asked, gesturing to the window where the nightlife of the town continued to trek on, the queen nodding her head to his question as she smiled at him, amused.

'Fey is rather inclusive a term, I suppose one way for you to see it is to say we're sentient.' She explained to him as while they did have terms for a great many peoples that made them up, it was pointless to use them at the moment.

'You say you're the queen of…Annwn, right?' Lelouch asked her, ignoring Jeremiah's question and when she nodded her head, he continued his own. 'Where is that on a map? We may appreciate the hospitality you and your people have shown us, but we would like to return to our world as soon as possible.'

To answer his question, Morgalia once more turned to Merloé who lifted his sceptre once more. From it, rather than a blinding light, the green mist started to pour from it, gathering before it formed a large globe, one that seemed to show…the British Isles? It wasn't a 1 to 1 copy, some details didn't match up, and smaller islands that didn't exist were added but they'll need be fools to not see the similarities nonetheless.

Before they could ask for more, the isles were split by borders into four separate nations, with one shining brighter than most. 'Annwn is one of the four kingdoms on the Isles of Avalon. In fact, we share a border with the kingdom of Britannia, but I would have known if they had humans in their population, so the Britannia you must refer to much is a different one, yes?' She asked as she gestured towards their country, which seemed like it was a supersized version of Wales, with Britannia being this world's version of England.

'Yes…But I never put much thought into the idea that it took its name from its mythical roots.' Lelouch replied, having heard the stories since he was a little boy, on how they chose Britannia for their name when their homeland was referred to as Great Britain or England. Even when he first got his geass, he never put that much stock into those old stories, seeing them as little more than rallying, giving his people something of a mythical heritage to unite them.

'And yet, Annwn has been forgotten by man, hasn't it?' Lelouch looked somewhat embarrassed by that fact, but Morgalia smile didn't waver, easing him of any guilt or fear that she might not take the fact none of them had even heard of them well. However, her smile left her face as she brought her hands together on the table.

'As for your wish to return home, I'm afraid that things are far too complicated for me to just wave my hand and have you on the first carriage or airship home.' Lelouch decided to think about that last part later, and rather focus on the fact that she didn't immediately offer them a way home.

'Does it have anything to do with how we got here, to begin with?' C.C. asked them, getting Merloé to nod his head as the elder reached to stroke his greyed brown beard.

'It's possible. You see, around 4 moons ago, the world itself seem to shake, as if the land and skies were being pulled from their roots. After that, we began to experience…problems.' The elder started, his eyes closed in thought. 'Our scholars and researchers have yet to figure out the cause, but what we do is that it seemed to cause some kind of disturbance which we believe damaged the wall between worlds; the barrier that keeps our world separate from yours.'

'It's because of that we suspect that you three managed to have the misfortune of falling into one of those cracks.' He finished, looking at them and seeing how they seemed to be quite engaged, if not a little scared about their situation.

'4 moons? How long does it take for one moon to pass, how many days?' Lelouch asked them, thinking about the one event that he could link to this, but he had to be sure.

Morgalia answered him, the response only making the stone in his stomach all the heavier. 'It's not a uniform duration, but it's more or less 60 days, why?'

'Because if that's true, then…Sword of Akasha. Dammit, did they not consider this.' He muttered, catching C.C. and Jeremiah's attention as they realized the same thing he had.

'What's this about some sword of akasha? It sounds like it's the source of this potentially dual world destroying issue.' Morgalia asked him, her gaze as intense as a red sun, boring into his core.

'My parents sought to create a world of memories, one where death became a meaningless concept, where all the world-the human world, were immortal?' He explained, her gaze keeping him honest through its intensity. It was a feeling he had only felt once more when he had confronted his father all those years ago; this…this was the gaze of a ruler, one that would take no challenge to their words.

'A dangerous goal, one that the Gods have made clear is never to be sought.' Merloé's lone eye narrowed, looking at them as if they had committed something that was both incredibly foolish and blasphemous simultaneously. Seeing it only made Lelouch smile, his heart aching though if it was from the hatred that was near always cool to the touch, or the shards of his former love for his mother, he didn't know.

'Common sense would dictate that as well, but they were as selfish as they were determined. To do it, they either crafted or found, I never confirmed, a weapon which they claim could kill God and allow them to create this fantasy.' Strange that even C.C. never knew the true origins of the project, as Charles and V.V. had been working on it before she and his mother got involved.

'This sword of akasha?' Morgalia asked.

'Yes. I have only seen it once when I destroyed it. But before then they had managed to activate it and it began to attempt to slay God, when it made contact with…when it made contact, I could recall the entire world shaking, even within C's World with the sounds of millions of screams and shattering glass mixed into one.' He recalled that day, it would forever be burned into his mind and heart.

'Other realm? You can access other planes?' Merloé asked, surprised that humans had the capability when they were the least magically inclined of the races.

'Only the one, it was where the sword was built and located.' C.C. replied though she chose to leave out the name of the place, at least for the moment.

After hearing all this, they remained silent as the queen closed her eyes in thought, digesting this new information before she turned her gaze to the Grand Mage. 'Merloé?'

'I'll have to confirm this in the academy archives, but if this is what I think it is, then they committed one of the most foolish actions a mortal could, and have endangered both our worlds in the process.' He replied as this was an unprecedented affair, one that would require him to consult the other magical academy heads if things were as dire as he believed.

'By damaging the barrier?' Jeremiah asked as they hadn't been given much to truly understand this situation.

'To be honest with you, I didn't think it was possible to ever see the barrier, never mind damage it. it was created by the old Gods to keep the worlds of men and fey separate, to allow our two peoples to flourish, or as the text says.' Merloé replied, as he never thought such a thing would be possible, but it seems that in his old age, he'll see some impossible events.

'You mentioned problems before, what are they and do they link to our situation?' C.C. asked as she caught onto the fact that their reaction to them, to this entire thing… was far too calm to just be professional.

'Rifts, tears in the wall that seem to pull anything and everything with magic in them and spit them out the other side.' Merloé explained to them, giving them an explanation as to why they got here, to begin with, and how the hell those damned gwyllgis managed to cross over and start butchering people. 'I suspect that you three had the misfortune of being sucked up by one.'

'But didn't you say that only magic was affected?' Jeremiah asked, but the man merely gestured to his eye; his geass eye.

'You two seem to have old magic…very old magic in your eyes, the boy carries a magical tool and the old maid seems to extrude magic. It's fair to say you all qualify.' Once more, he didn't explain how he managed to see that they had geass, or in C.C.'s case, was a source of it. All they did know was that it only added to the mysteries they had been uncovering as geass from what text and scrolls they found, was an old power dating back at least to the 2 millennia BC, which would certainly classify it as an "old magic" but as those same records made no mention of magical creatures outside of myths, it was safe to assume that it was far older than that.

'Luckily for us, we're been able to track them down before anyone falls in, but all manner of beasts hadn't been so lucky.' Morgalia explained.

'Gwyllgi.' Lelouch stated, getting her attention.

'You're run into one?' He shook his head there, recalling how the foul beast had never done him in via its deathly breath.

'Two, we were hunting them after a string is brutal and mysterious deaths where we lived. We managed to kill them, his majesty was infected by their breath and the next thing we know…well, we wake up in a forest here.' He gave a summary of the events that resulted in them meeting these two fey, in a world with no humans to speak of.

'Then you should count yourselves lucky, they are notorious for their viciousness and strength, to kill not one but 2 is quite impressive for the uninitiated.' Morgalia eyed him, taking in his frame and most likely wondering if he had some sort of trick up his sleeve, her gaze landing on his bracelet.

'Regardless, my students and colleagues have been travelling all over the damned place, finding these rifts and closing them before they can cause any harm, but finding and getting to them is a nuisance when they appear randomly.' Merloé claims made them anxious, as while they hadn't banked on just having a portal they could use, it still stung to hear it.

'You're the first humans we know of that have fallen to this, as I can't imagine that the other kingdoms would be able to keep such an event quiet, but it also means that we have little to work with.' At the very least, the queen's words managed to give them a moment to take a breath of relief. It was true that Sayoko and her family were experts at what they did, but it didn't mean that they could catch everything, and how easy would it be for someone disappearing to just go ignored? People disappeared all the time after all. But at least now they had more of a solid confirmation that it hadn't happened yet, as the last thing they needed was Argus finding out about this. Not when Schneizel and his God complex would compel him to act in dangerous ways

'So you're saying we're stuck in Annwn? Unless we can find a portal, which can appear randomly?' Lelouch asked, but the queen gave them a smile that put the on edge, leaning back into her seat and looking down her nose at them.

'I wouldn't say that, as there is a way that could work.'

3 hours later, the two parties had struck a deal in exchange for the queen's aid in their journey home. Leaving them, she returned to her airship, which was serving as her quarters till she returned to the capital. As she prepared for bed, there was a knock on her door, and suspecting who it was, she gave her permission for them to enter. Her guess was proven right when in stepped in her Grand Mage, the door closing behind him. 'Your majesty. I apologise for asking but, why didn't you wish for them to know the full truth?'

With her back turned to him, she sat on the chair by her make-up stand, removing the last of the stuff before she retired for the night. 'I wish to test them, see if they're truly as worthy as my premonitions would claim. If they are, perhaps we'll have a way to stabilize the barrier.' Merloé noted that she didn't say repair, but decided to keep that observation to himself. He had his reservations, but he had followed her rule for the last 300 years, and she hadn't given him reason to hesitate yet.

'Very well then, have a good night, your majesty.' He bowed to her, his queen waving him off as he left. Alone, she moved to her large bed, laying on the fine fabric as she looked at her hand, smiling with a hope that almost seemed childish, but was also desperate.

'What will you do? How will a living automaton, a false immortal, and a banished king fare? How will you prove yourselves?' She asked herself.

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