Chapter 19

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-40 AMH or 47BC Númenor-

Fury, blind hot near uncontrollable fury was a feeling Attila knew all too well. When his father and grandfather had died, he had felt angry but content in the knowledge that they had died as they had wish. With swords in hand and a war cry on their lips they had met their deaths with honor and glory. So, while angry there was no fury but on the day his mother took her own life he felt it. A blinding rage that burned so hot that he felt he could kill the world. That was near what he was feeling right now in his command tent as he read a letter from his beloved.

For those who thought that Hela and he were the perfect couple. Respectful and always loving towards each other, didn't know them well. The truth of it was they fought often. About pretty much anything and everything. From the smallest and most insignificant things like who was on top that night to major things like political reformations. They went at it with both passion and anger. So, to be angry at his beloved was nothing new but to be absolutely furious with her was. Even though he knew that his current feelings towards her were unfair.

He had read the latest dispatches from the capital and knew very well what had happened with the ex-Minster of Law Devrim. His single act of treason had shaken the political landscape of the capital to its core. From what he was able to find out trials were still being held in the lower courts and the Shinsengumi were out in force looking for traitors and the corrupt. So, he knew there would be backlash that would affect the whole kingdom. He just didn't expect Hela to pull her support of his planned war with the west.

Slamming the letter he had just read from her onto the table, he nearly breaks it in his anger. Years of planning now down the fucking drain. Plans they had been making for years and now she pulls out like it was nothing. Like it all meant nothing to her.

"I take it bad news from her highness." Attlia hears the voice of his friend and second command Dralt Gates say.

Dralt Gates the former King of Flames who had given up his power and position in the capital to join the army. All in hopes of rising to the rank of Great General himself so he could declare war on the west himself. Because the law forbids any King or Queen of Power from holding a military rank, he had little choice in this. And after a year as the new King of Flames and no sign of their rulers' preparing for a war with the west, he felt like he had little choice but to stop down if he wanted his revenge on those, he held responsible for his father's death.

Sadly, Dralt's rise was stunted by his own lack of ability when it came to commanding an army. Not that he was a bad commander mind you. He just lacked that certain something that saw Attila eclipsed him. Making Great General before him, while he was stuck at Brigadier General. You would think that this would cause some tension between the two of them. Since Attila was both younger than him and at one point under Dralt's command. But that wasn't the case as they both shared a common goal. They both wanted to make the west howl in pain and were able to work together to that end.

Taking a seat with an angry huff Attila says, "Her highness has withdrawn her support for our spring offensive and over all war with the west."

Upon hearing his words, you could feel the tension in the room rise. No one in the tent liked what they had just heard but at the same said nothing. For none of them were surprised by this sudden change. Every person in the tent knew what had transpired in the capital and were well aware of the backlash that was no doubt soon to follow. They had just hoped that they would escape it. It would seem they were too naïve in hoping that.

"That is unfortunate." A young man of medium height and build with a boyish face say.

His name was Daaradhor Eranen, a young Lieutenant Colonel who was not much older than Attila. Who served as Attila's political adviser and overall strategist. For while politicians were not supposed to play a part in the military it would be foolish of anyone to believe that it could be ignored completely. And as far as strategy Daaradhor was in a word a genius. Near Attila's level but lacking the physical abilities that made Attila so frightening of a man.

"Unfortunate you mean a complete fucking tragedy Daaradhor." The loud voice of Lieutenant colonel Talaemion Doraellis angry says.

A man of Valyria decent Talaemion was living proof that not all those born of the blood of dragons were handsome or beautiful. Standing at 7ft 1in he was a huge man with a noticeably short disposition. There truly was nothing handsome about the man and look more like a miner who fell off the ugly tree and hit nearly every branch. That is if that miner was a bloodthirsty savage. The man simply loved fighting, killing, and anything that had to do with violence. That was why he joined the army. It gave him a legal outlet for his violent tendencies. But don't get it mixed up. Under that savagery, however, Talaemion was a true loyalist. If you were not of Númenor then you were lesser than a cockroach he happened to step on. If you where he would defend you will all his might. Things didn't get much simpler than that for him.

"Calm yourself Talaemion. There was little her highness could do about it. We all knew what this may have spelt for our plans. So, to see them come to fruition is not a surprise." The softer voice of Major Xhando Qalo says to him.

A beautiful woman hailing from the Summer Islands, Xhando despite her soft voice and delicate features was one of only a hand full of women to pass the military entrance exam. But like so many women before her had failed to pass the fitness training to take part in an active role in combat. Again, like so many others before her, she was not to be discouraged however and joined the logistical department and flourished. Rising to the rank of major within a few years and being assigned to Attila a year ago before he became a Great General.

Other than that, however not much was known about the women herself. Keeping to herself she didn't really talk about herself. Leaving her past a mystery to all but a few people in the Onmitsukidō and of course Attila himself. Who never spoke about her past to anyone out of respect for the women's privacy. This of course led to a number of rumors about the women herself. Everything from her running away from a jilted lover to having been a sex slave in either Slavery's Bay or Lys. Whatever the case the army was her home now. Something she had made clear over the years.

Huffing in annoyance and some mocking Talaemion says, "Why am I not surprised a woman is defending another woman. To cover your own weakness."

If Xhando was any other women she may have found what he had said insulting but instead she says, "Yes, I am a woman, and princess Hela is a woman. But please don't forget that one of us could break you like a twig. Or have you forgotten what happened the last time you faced her."

Hearing this Talaemion must take a deep breath to calm himself at remembering his shame. He never liked the idea of women being in the army. Seeing them rightly so as the weaker sex and there forward needed to be protected. It was only common sense and something that couldn't be changed. Oh, sure there were some women who could be stronger than some men but that was rare. With that said, however, her highness didn't live in the world of common sense. As she proved to him and many others when she sparred with him a few months back. It stung his pride hard to lose to a woman who was so much smaller than him but to lose when she was only using one hand was like having salt poured into an open wound.

His only saving grace was that everyone else lost to her highnes much the same way. Well except for Attila who forced her to use both hands to combat him. His general may have still lost to her highness but had shown why he was their leader and so much stronger than them.

Seeing that Talaemion has nothing more to say Xhando continues, "You are right however Talaemion. It is precisely because her highness is a woman that she has been forced to abandon the plans we have made. Isn't that right Daaradhor?"

Letting out a sigh Daaradhor says, "Sady you are right Xhando. The cold truth is that ex-Minster Devrim was not the only one to believe that a woman couldn't and shouldn't rule the kingdom. There were many others who suffered the same fate as him and others who still yet live."

"Fools all of them. Hela could crush all of them like bugs if she so wished." Attila says. Knowing full well the might of his beloved.

"That maybe so general but we both know she won't, and it is why she had to pull her support from us. Till Devrim's little stunt the Lions were our biggest supporters and fully ready to throw their full weight to help us achieve our goals. Now a fourth of them lie dead or imprisoned awaiting trial. Most of whom will be found guilty and either given the chance to commit Seppuku or the death penalty. This will of course leave a power vacuum to be filled within the government but that is not the worst of it." Daaradhor says.

"What is the worst of it?" Talaemion asks.

"Hela will have to give these positions to the Turtles. Because they had nothing to do with this crime they are seen as the more loyal faction." Attila says.

This makes Talaemion growl in anger but keeps his mouth shut. The military is by law supposed to not have political options. Or at least not express them opening during active service. Upon retirement that changed as you were no longer on active duty so there was no conflict of interests. With that said everyone had a political option and Talaemion's was that the Turtles were nothing but cowards. Their call for a stronger solidarity and defensive stance concerning military policy was to him just pretty words to hide their cowardness. Safety, real safety came at the point of a sword and the death of you enemies. It was only when all threats were dead that you were ever truly safe. At least that is how he saw it.

It was a sentiment felt by everyone in the command tent. As the west had proven to be hostile most believed a preemptive strike was needed. How far they took that was up for debate among them. As some only wanted to weaken their enemies, while others wanted their outright elimination. Both had an appeal to them.

"What does this do for our funding of the attack on the western Barbarians." The sexual voice of Arenynea asks. Putting everyone on edge as they look at the red priestesses.

Ever since the incident years ago involving a red priestess who claimed ex-Shogun Narbo was some kind of savior and that the people of Númenor should overthrow their rulers. The faith of R'hllor had found itself banished to the outskirts of the kingdom. Forbidden to establish itself or even enter any city of the kingdom. They had somehow survived in the kingdom and grew to be a minor religious set within it. A not so small accomplishment given the circumstances.

But still unwelcome by the majority, it was a miracle or very well-planned strategy that she was welcomed inside this tent. And the reason for that was when Attila had started his campaign to eliminate what was left of the Dothraki he had put out the call for any and all volunteers to join his army as mercenaries. Knowing he would be faced with a lack of manpower come the true campaign west he needed as many bodies as possible and time to train them. That is where Arenynea of Myracal came in.

A young woman and civilian of the kingdom born in the little rural town of Myracal that was located right on the border between the claim lands and the actual kingdom. She had lived a life of hardship and poverty. Losing both her mother and father, before she could even truly remember them, she was taken in by the local Red temple. Raised to believe in its faith and the Lord of Light, she was what you would call a true believer. With that said she was also a loyalist much like Talaemion, just not as extreme. However, even knowing she was a loyalist didn't mean anyone in this tent trusted her but nor could they turn her away.

The reason being that it was thanks to her that their number had increased to what they were. The first army after the last war had decreased in size due to the establishment of the third army. As well as a decrease in people volunteering for the army. Which while not to his liking Attila could understand. Since the third army was still in the training phase with raw recruits and needed the veterans that only the 1st and 2nd army could provide. As for the decrease in volunteers, that came down to the simple reason that the kingdom was currently at peace and jobs were plentiful.

The army may have offered great benefits and what not but also had limited options in moving up and getting rich. With the economy booming the way it was everyone was looking to make it rich right now. Taking chances to rise from the lowly places they were born into. It was, in simple words, greedy but understandable. After all, who didn't want to rise high in life and stand at the top of the mountain. Attila just wished it didn't lower his numbers from the 35,000-man army he had to 25,000.

That was why Arenynea was so welcomed and given a position within his inner circle. She had brought with her 10,000 worshippers of R'hllor. All of whom were able body men and enough gold to pay for their upkeep and weapons, so he didn't have to for a time. They may lack training, but beggars couldn't be choosers and he happily took what he got. After all his call for volunteers had gone mostly unheeded by everyone else. Expect for a few sellsword companies that numbered barely in the hundreds.

But don't get it mixed up, the reason Arenynea's followers showed up wasn't out of some deep seeded patriotism. Arenynea was a loyalist not her followers. They were to put simply just people who lived on the border where the kingdom day to day had little influence. They were here due to promises of some kind of salvation and the hope of lifting the ban on their faith in the kingdom's cities. After all, what better way to have the ban lifted than to prove your loyalty in war. They had a long way to go before that could happen, but they were already proving useful to Attila. As their fanaticism made them desire to be on the front lines where they could prove their loyalty the most.

Answering her question Attila says, "In a few words, not good. The military budget has already been set. with most of the funding going to the third army for training and second army for building and repairing fortifications around the kingdom. Once I declare war however the bureaucrats in the capital will have to push more funds our way but…"

Attila pauses not wishing to finish what he was about to say because of how angry it made him. So Daaradhor finishes for him, "But they will drag their feet as much as they can without breaking any laws or risk being declared traitors."

Hearing this made everyone's temper rise. There was after all never any love lost between the army and politicians who knew nothing about military matters but butted their heads into its business. They always wanted to find ways of cutting military spending or telling them what they should do.

"That is a problem." Arenynea says.

While she truthfully knew little about military matters, she was well versed in running an organization. After her mentor and father figure passed away last year. She had found herself in charge with her fellow priest Prighehl of the temples along the border. Prighent took care of the financials while she took care of public perception. And together they had grown their flock. Now able to compete with the Sōtō Zen temples somewhat. Well, compete was perhaps a strong word. Not being overshadowed was perhaps a better one.

Anyways she knew what it was to run an organization that either got no help from the government or was outright hostile towards it. There had been many times where she had felt dejected and helpless when the local government official came to bully them. When she was a girl, she had often seen her mentor looking brown beaten. Ageing far quicker than a man of his age should have. Now as a woman, well the tastes of men are well known and she did what she had to, to safeguard the faith. Call her a whore if you must but the path of her Lord was not an easy one to walk.

"Yes, it is. We had hoped that after the elimination of what was left of the Dothraki would be enough to move the Soto Zen School to our aid. But this betrayal of her highness has seen them pull back." Dralt says.

While not a follower himself of Soto Zen, Dralt had close connections with them via his youngest brother Monk Belyllo Gates. So, he knew more about their innerworkings of the temples than most. He knew where their leaders stood. This betrayal had come as a shock to them and having taken sides with the Lions more than the Turtle they were now worried about potential backlash. But only in the form of their leaders. As their school was founded by Kogo-sama herself its fall from grace like that of the R'hllor was unlikely. Their leaders on the could be replaced and put to the sword like anyone else.

Hearing the name of that school Arenynea had mixed feelings. On the one hand she saw it as an insult to her Lord. On the other she had surprisingly good dealing with the local monks. Because they were not what you would call an established religion, any and all arguments were pointless. As most of the monks didn't deny her Lord but nor did they recognize him. Which while near blasphemy wasn't as bad as those of others. That isn't to say however it was always pleasant as there were a few monks who took advantage of their standing to bully her and her faith. She only hoped that with this coming war she could advance her faith to near equal standing.

"My lord Attila I don't think I need to tell you that it is important that you show up at her highness coronation." Daaradhor say to Attila.

"I know Daaradhor. If I didn't show you think Hela would let me walk away unhurt. She would skin me alive if I left, her to suffer alone." Attila says and earns a bit of laughter from those around him.

Everyone that is but Arenynea who had never met the princess before. For everyone else, however, they knew the princess had no love for pointless ceremony. That is pointless ceremonies that had to do with her. If she wasn't at the center of one, she took immense pleasure in their suffering.

- Minas Tirith 40 AMH or 47BC-

Rubbing her eyes for what seemed like the hundredth time today. Hela was trying and failing to fight off a headache. While she didn't mind politics and playing the game as much as her mother Hela had no love for ceremonies. She used to but when the plague hit the North, she had spent too much time doing ceremonies. She never told anyone, not even Attila, but her dreams were often filled with dreams of those horrible times and the ringing of her bell. It made it nearly impossible for her to enjoy ceremonies of any kind where she was the center of attention.

Today being no exception as she greeted another guest whose name she properly wouldn't remember later. And that wasn't because she was trying to sound conceited or self-important. No, it was just because the sheer number of guests how had shown up was mind numbing. Hela wasn't even sure how many people were invited to her coronation. It had to be in the thousands, Hela thought as she greeted another keyholder for the Iron Bank. Who was no doubt trying to find a new ally in Hela if you went by the he brought her.

Exchanging pleasant words with the man before her she sends him off with well wishes. Then lets out a sign that is matched by her love who was standing next to her.

"You are a sick woman my love." Attila says under his breath with a forced smile.

"If I have to suffer though this so, do you my dear." Hela says with her own forced smile.

"First you send a letter telling me you are pulling your support away from the war we both wanted. Now this. I am starting to think you get some sick pleasure out of my suffering." Attila says his calm voice betrays his anger but is able to keep it low enough that the next person who walks up to greet Hela doesn't hear him.

After greeting the person Hela says, "I told you before I didn't have a choice. I am not my parents. I can't play that so far above you that if you get my attention, I will crush you like a bug card that will keep everyone in line. I actually have to play the game if I wish to rule this kingdom with any semblance of order."

"You could play the same cards as your parents if you wanted. You just choose not to." Attila says to her.

Forcing a smile on her lips as she greets the next person, Hela waits for them to leave and says, "If I were to play those cards, I would be a tyrant. I would prefer to not have to kill people to maintain my rule thank you very much."

"Please like most of the people you would have to kill would be missed." Attila says to her.

Taking a deep breath and rubbing her eyes again Hela says, "Fine Attila if I promise to wear that belly dancer outfit you like so much and suck you cock later will you stop acting like whiny bitch."

Feeling the sting to his pride at being called a whiny bitch Attila slowly cracks his neck and waits for the next person to greet Hela leave before saying. "Call me a whiny little bitch again and I will fuck you so hard the whole city will hear who the real bitch is."

Trying hard to keep the smile on her face from turning aggressive. "Ahhh that is cute. You think I can't break your hips if I didn't really want to."

Clinching his teeth hard Attila says, "I can take anything you try to dish out princess."

"Oh, we will see about that." Hela says in a threating tone of voice.

From a distance a man and women watch on in wonderment.

"Do they honestly believe that those smiles are fooling anyone right now? Anyone with half a brain can feel the tension and hostility between them." A man says to the women by his side.

Letting out a sigh Kochou says, "Young love Lord Stark. What can you do."

"That is love? Excuse me for saying so Lady Kou but I have seen love. That is not love." Dravor Stark says.

He was simply happy right now that he had greeted her highness the day before. Because he was a Stark and Grand Princess Hela favored the Stark family, he didn't have to wait to greet her like everyone else. Which didn't endear him to those around him. Especially as they all knew that the North and the Night's Watch got a substantial amount of funds and goods from her highness. All of which came from her personal wealth, except for the glass. But regardless of that fact many of the political offers in both factions didn't like it.

Hell, the only reason Lady Kou was speaking with him was because. Well, much to his shame was a patron of her establishment. While it wasn't considered shameful in Númenor to go to such places due to his upbring he felt shame for going. Even if it were in Numenor and not in the North where people would know about his actions. But in his defense if one had ever had the pleasure of spending any time with Kochou, either in a sexual or non-sexual way. They would understand why it that whenever he came to Numenor he would visit Kougaro. As he was one of the few who she was still willing to see after she had simi-retired from that life.

Hearing Kochou giggle in that way that always got his heart beating faster Dravor hears her say, "Oh Lord Stark that is because you forgot what it was like to be young and in love. The line between love and hate is very thin and the passion between the two blazes like a sun."

"Hmmm." Is all Dravor says. As he remembers an Umber woman he had loved as a lad.

"I hear your nephew King Melvan has wed. My congratulations, I hear his wife is a fine woman." Kouhou says.

"Thank you, Lady Kou. That is the main reason why I am here. To thank her highness for helping with the match as well as the gift she sent." Dravor says.

"Oh, you mean you did not show up for me. That is a shame I thought you where here to sweep me off my feet and take me back to the North now that my husband has passed." Kouhou teases the cold Dravor who, much to her pleasure, turns just a bit red.

"If I thought you would be willing to go my lady I would do so but we both know you prefer the warmness of Numenor then the coldness of the North. My condolences on your husbands passing by the way." Dravor says after he gets control of his emotions.

That was truth Kouhou thinks to herself. She had in fact been to the North once. Invited by her highness to accompany her right before Tenno-sama and Koga-sama left. She had taken along with her, her daughter Shoukun who loved the trip immensely. As for herself, well she could honestly do without. Never in her life had she seen snow in summer and never did she wish to see it again.

So, moving on Kouhou says, "Think nothing of it. Our marriage was never one of love."

Are the words Dravor hears but something in them doesn't sound right. "Yet you miss him. Don't you?"

Looking at Dravor and smiling just slightly she says, "We will always miss those that shaped our lives after they are gone. Whither they are good people or bad we will think of them. As for my husband I can honestly say I never loved him, but he gave me my little flower and for that I will always be thankful."

Hearing this Dravor can only nod his head as he thinks of his father and brothers. Like she said, those who shaped who we were today we will always miss tomorrow. For good or for ill we will miss them.

Shaking his head he moves on to other matters. "My king is worried about the change of power between King L and Queen CC to Hela."

"Does your king have no faith in her highness? I would think as her highness's friend he would have more faith in her then that." Kouhou asks in a teasing voice.

"It has nothing to do with faith Lady Kou. As a ruling monarch and one that also came to power at an early age, he understands how difficult it is to take up said position." Dravor says.

But Kouhou is not fooled by his words. Friend to her highness King Stark may have been, but they were still, as Dravor pointed out ruling monarchs responsible for their own individual kingdoms. So, she could guess what this was about.

"Please Dravor let's not pretend this is about anything but glass that is currently being sent to the North along with the other stuff. I am well aware that the North has become dependent on that glass for its continuous economic growth. As well as the food shipped to the North at cost." Kouhou says to the man.

Really Dravor wasn't surprised the women before him could see right through him. After all there was a reason, he still met with her and enjoyed her company. Her intellect was one of the things he found most attractive about her.

So, seeing no point in pretending with her any longer Dravor says, "I have heard from certain ministers that there is a growing desire to stop all ships from traveling pass Braavos."

Seeing no point in lying to the man Kouhou, "Honestly Lord Stark you have heard right. In the eyes of many ministers on both sides the North doesn't benefit the kingdom at all. So, their desire to stop all ships from sailing to a place where we make no money from is understandable."

"Most of the money that is sent to the North and the Wall are her highness's personal coin." Dravor points out.

"Yes, but that coin comes from the tax paying citizens. The minsters feel it should be spent on things closer to home." Kouhou says after taking a moment to think about how to say that.

Dravor, however, can read in-between the lines just fine and gets what she is saying. They want that coin to go into their own pockets. Not to some far-off kingdom and order that has nothing to do with them.

"I see, it would seem the North has made many enemies without meaning to." Dravor says as he looks around a bit at the minsters in the room.

"Indeed, it has Lord Stark." Kouhou says to him.

"What about you Lady Kou? Are you one of those enemies?" Dravor asks.

Giggling a bit Kouhou answers honestly. "Lord Stark, I have no need for other people's coin. What I desire now is the carry royal favor. To do so it is in my best interest to support friendship with House Stark and the North as a whole."

And wasn't' that the truth Kouhou thought to herself. She was still swimming in dangerous waters as it were. She hadn't thought that once her husband died it would be hard to find another to wrap around her finger. Sadly, that wasn't the case. The fact was that all the men who had enough power to offer her protection were either too dumb or too smart. The dumb ones would no doubt cause her more trouble than they were worth, and the smart ones wished to use her and her flower to further their own positions. That was why she was now accepting appointments for patrons of her establishments.

If she could not find one to protect her then she would have the many who desired her to protect her as a whole. Although that carried its own risks and was why she desired to carry royal favor more so now than ever. So long as she was a firm ally with her highness none would dare touch her. To do so meant supporting those her highness did, even if she had her own doubts about doing so.

Of course, Dravor knew this. He was a smart man and could recognize a viper when he saw one. The only difference between this viper and the others was that she was prettier. That and he was sure she liked him as well. At least somewhat that is. It was hard to tell with Kouhou.

"Come Lord Stark lets leave this place. All this pollical talk is much too heavy for such a celebration. I wish to hear more about this Northern Renaissance that is taking place in the North right now." Kouhou says to Dravor as they start to walk off towards a separate and more private room.

Their departure doesn't go unnoticed. While Hela and Attila may have been currently fighting, they were well aware of their surroundings.

"Looks like Kouhou has got her claws into Lord Stark." Attila says.

"Of course she does. Because she having trouble finding a new husband to hide behind, she needs my support more now then ever." Hela says as she watches the two of them walk off. No doubt to a more private room to fuck in.

"Are you not upset about her taking advantage of him?" Attila asks a bit surprised as he knew how much his love favored the Stark family.

Letting out a small laugh of amusement Hela says, "So long as she fucks Dravor well and doesn't try and influence him to much I care not how often she spreads her legs for him."

"Hmmm speaking of spreading her legs. How much longer do I have to wait for you to spread yours." Attila says.

"Patience my love. We only have at best 3 more hours to go." Hela says and takes a bit of pleasure at hearing Attila groan in despair.

-Later that night-

After holding court and greeting all her guests who had arrived for her coronation Hela and Attila were finally able to retire for the night. And after spending the better part of 3 to 4 hours trying to fuck each other to complete exhaustion you could find both relaxing in a heat pool. Her cuddled in her man's arms loving the feeling of his strong muscles against her naked body.

A feeling that was mirrored by Attila who found the feel of his princess's naked body against his almost as good as being inside her cunt. Perhaps it was even better if he was being honest with himself. Because as great as it was fucking his princess. Hearing her scream out his name repeatedly as he rammed his cock in her tight hole. The peace he felt right now was in some ways better.

"I have news for you, my love. I just got it today but was too angry to tell you at first." Hela says as she keeps cuddling into his chest. Loving how safe she felt in his arms.

Perhaps it was in the instincts of a woman but when Attila held her, he never failed to make her feel safe. Even though she was far more powerful than him. Both physically and magically for whatever reason when they were like this, she felt like she could lose all her power and become absolutely helpless and still be safe so long as Attila held her.

"Hmmm please no more politics my princess. I don't think I can handle any more of that tonight." Attila says in a groan of displeasure.

Laughing a bit at this Hela says, "I know my love trust me I know. I am tried as well but this is news you love to hear I promise."

"If the news is not that you with child, I don't think I will enjoy it." Attila says, knowing very well she wasn't as it had been several months since they last saw each other.

Again, Hela giggles as she reaches down and grabs his cock. Which while limp after all the use they put it through tonight starts to rise to the occasion. "No, sorry love but that isn't the news. Though after tonight who knows."

Attila lets out a grunt as she keeps stroking him to full mast. Not wishing to show weakness to this sex demon. "Just tell me the news Hela before I bend you over and fuck you till you pass out."

Kissing his neck Hela says, "Promises, promises my love."

She then moves so she is saddling his waist with his cock nested between her ass cheeks and says to him while he looks at her full breasts "But before you ware yourself out trying to keep such a promise, I thought you would like to know the situation in Ibben is drawing to a close."

At hearing this Attila's eyes leave Hela's tits and look up at her in her eyes. Something that Hela's wasn't sure how she felt about. On the one hand she knew she was beautiful, and that Attila desired her. His hard cock between her ass cheeks was proof of that. Sadly, he also had a love of war that nearly equaled his love for her. So, it was not surprising that news on Ibben got his attraction.

"Are you sure of this?" Attila asks her.

Smiling at him Hela answered, "I am. I just got news from Yahan this morning. The God-King of Ibben is planning to attack the port soon."

Rising an eyebrow at this Attila says, "Yahan told you this? That is a surprise."

Yahan the 2nd, the new Queen of Shadows, and the current head of the Onmitsukidō was not like her predecessor who loved and adored Hela. In fact, it would probably be best to say Yahan the 2nd dislike Hela intensely. Why, Attila was unsure, but the feeling was mutual regarding Hela's own feeling towards the woman. So it was a bit surprising to hear that she shared such information as the Onmitsukido only answered to Tenno-sama and Kogo-sama.

"Only a bit. The plan to incorporate Ibben into the kingdom has been in the works since we were children. She no doubt doesn't wish to be blamed if my father and mother's plans do not come to floriation." Hela says to him.

That was true. Attila didn't have the clearance till just recently to what plans his rulers had for the Kingdom of of Ibben. He did know that they wanted to annex it at some point but how and when remained unknown to him. That was till he became a Great General and the plans were made available to him. Now he knew exactly what was happening over there and why. It was pretty fucked up to be honest. Using both sides to fight each other in a bloodily civil war till they were too weak to oppose an invitation, but it was brilliant as well.

"This is your chance Attila," He hears Hela say. "Once the God-King attacks the port we will have all the excuse we need to invade. And with the rebels in desperate need of reinforcement and money we can easily conquer it."

Letting out a soft moan as she fews Attila's fingers sink into the flesh of her shapely rear she hears him ask, "Well I be given command of the invasion force?"

"I am not sure. Probely not as the 1st Army is not built towards island invasions and siege warfare. But…."

"But it doesn't matter. If war is imminent with Ibben more funds will be approved towards all branches of the military. Including the first army." Attila says with a wide smile.

"That right my love." Hela says as she feels his hard member enter her once more.

"Mmmm soon the world will know and howl the name Attila." Hela says as she starts to ride his cock kissing her man passionately.

-Elsewhere-

In a dark hidden room away from all prying eyes the God King Syraro Aenelion planned in great detail his surprise attack on the port of Viermasse. The very port that was given to the Kingdom of Númenor to conduct its trade from. Some in the room would consider such a move to be the height of foolishness and they would not be wrong, Syraro thought to himself. They all knew what had happened to the last people who dared to challenge the Kingdom of Numenor. The slave cities of Yunkai and Meereen being the prime examples. As well as the fate of the New Gornath but what choice did he have left.

For a long time now Syraro has suspected, all be it without proof, that Numenor was funding both the rebels and him in this civil war. A suspicion that infuriated him immensely but was unable to do anything about it. Now, however, the tide had turned against him and while he hated to admit it, he was now losing in this long civil war. Bit by bit and piece by piece he was losing ground. For now, it was only in the small towns and islands around Ib herself but soon they would reach the mainland. His last major battle against the rebels showed as much. As while his army had won a glorious victory it did nothing to turn the tide of the war in his favor.

In fact, the sheer loss of men his army had lost in the battle had only emboldened them. As the war came down to a difference in numbers and the fact was, they had more. No longer could his army claim to be better equipped and trained than the rebels as they could at the start of the war. Now they were just as well trained and equipped. Only lacking in leadership on the battlefield. But while they were lacking in this one area there was something to be said about quantity over quality.

That was why he had come up with an idea. A plan that involved framing the rebels for an attack on the port city. So long as Numenor believed that it was the rebels who attacked the city they would be forced to side with him. What he did about them after he regained full power over his kingdom afterwards, he could save for later. For how he would continue to plan carefully.

He never saw or noticed the eyes that were watching him from the shadows with a smile on her face. Everything was going according to her Tenno-sama and Kogo-sama's well. All that was left was for her highness to follow through. Which she was sure even Hela could do.

-Red Keep 162 AC-

"Alright I will admit there is something about belly dancing that is enticing. The way a dance draws the eye to the hips and stomach area can ignite the passion of any man. May the Seven bless me even I in my youth felt a longing for the women my father had dance in his court. However dear uncle it is still sinful and should not be allowed in my kingdom." Baelor I Targaryen says to his uncle Viserys II Targaryen.

"And yet you do nothing like you did with outlawing whores in the city." His uncle says to him.

"How can I do anything uncle. While the dance itself is sinful the fact remains, it is now practiced in everything part of my kingdom. From the lowest born women to the highest of noble ladies. It is just another example of how the devilish easterners have corrupted the sacred land of Westeros. Yet I am not so about to start a war over a dance no matter how distasteful or sinful I find it." Baelor says to his uncle with a sigh.

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