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J.R. Obra

PROLOGUE

An exhausted Kinu fell face first into the ground sending a cloud of dust into the air. This average stature, dark haired ninja with a pale complexion remained where she was feeling the effects of an intense battle on her sore and battered body. As she released a throatily groan her eyes finally flickered open to reveal a pair of intense gray eyes filled with pained sorrow.

After perceiving an intricately designed katana with a unique Jade colored blade lying a few feet away she grumbled. “Humph.” Her eyes focused in on the image of a raven in flight that had been etched into its blade. This lone surviving member of the Raven Clan released a jagged breath at the emblem that signified her past. A lifetime ago or so it feels.

Realizing that she had better get up before the scavengers arrived to loot the dead Kinu reluctantly pushed herself up. She rose to her feet minding her sore ribs and the throbbing sensation that seemed to radiate on the left side of her abdomen. Her petite, athletic frame was clad in a dark blue shinobi shozoko that at the moment was caked in gore. As she walked over to retrieve her discarded katana Kinu placed a hand to her side then brought her fingers up to inspect them. When she noticed fresh blood upon them she growled, “Damn it!”

Once Kinu sheathed her blade she proceeded to leave the gory battlefield the lone victor. All about her were the bodies of fallen friends that now lay entangled with the their defeated foes. As her heart ached at not giving them a proper burial, she knew that another wave of Eyre soldiers led by Sir Oldac would be arriving at any moment. There’ll be a time later to mourn for them. For her foremost priority right now was one of self-preservation.

“Bastard Duain,” she spat in disgust, “murderous tyrant.” This was a horrid nightmare that she wished she could just wake from. Her kids had been targeted by their own uncle for death as their father had before them. Deston, her beloved husband had fallen five years prior, which left her a single parent whose main goal was to protect them with every fiber of her being. “As long as there’s breath in my lungs you’ll never lay a finger upon them.”

Her priorities right now were to get the hell out of here and reunite with her hidden girls. Prior to the battle she had them search out a hidden cave that she had used as a teen herself so long ago. She had faith in her oldest, Quinn to lead them to safety. Her daughter had a natural knack at picking up just about anything taught to her and was to date being trained in the fine arts of a huntress.

As her body ached something fierce her head was spinning out of control. She scolded herself for misjudging her stabbing wound from earlier. And with her mind suddenly unfocused, her priorities grew cloudy. Not now just a little further. She soon realized though that her exhausted body needed rest and the wound at her side needed tending.

After deciding that she was at a safe enough distance away Kinu had a seat next to an ivy leaf maple tree. She brought up her water skin, finished off the remaining swallow then leaned her head back. Part of her wanted to reunite with her kids while the other reminded her that she needed to stitch her wound up before she bled to death. “All right... all right,” she groaned and realized that a stream was within walking distance from where she was, “first aid then my girls.”

“Wise indeed, but the end result will be the same.”

As Kinu’s head snapped towards the feminine voice, her hand readied a shaken from a hidden pocket at her side. She narrowed her eyes towards the stranger who stood just a few feet away. And knew that there was just something strangely familiar about this woman whose skin shimmered when looked upon. “Who are you?”

Dressed in a flowing white toga that had been tied with a thin, gold link chain was an attractive, porcelain white skinned woman. She knelt before a pink rose and was casually inhaling its fragrant scent when her thin lips curled into bright smile. Loosely curled shoulder length strawberry hair framed her delicate features while loving, deep twilight blue colored eyes stared into the mortal’s. “My name is Freya.”

“The Goddess of Fertility,” she uttered in surprise and swallowed hard. “I’m Kinu, but you probably know that. So... What did you mean by the end result will be the same?”

“I’m afraid that you won’t make it in time.”

Her heart stopped upon realizing what the goddess had meant, “You mean?”

“No, but your wounds prevent you from saving your children though.”

As this sank in Kinu gently outlined the four pointed star within her hand. She thought it was funny that she had readied a shaken, as if would actually damage a god or something and tucked it away. Her heart ached. Having already lost the love of her life she now feared their children as well. Her faced hardened with resolve and she climbed to unsteady feet. “I won’t let this happen!”

“It will and it has.”

She uttered with tear filled eyes, “WHY?”

“A freak accident.”

“Why are telling me this if it had already happened?” she inquired while fighting back the tears. When a revelation sparked within her, “Unless...”

The Fertility Goddess gave the mortal an acknowledging nod. “Please continue.”

“Unless,” she said with hope, “there’s something we can do to change it.”

“There is, but...”

“A sacrifice must be made,” Kinu said just as the very thought entered into her mind, “my life for theirs.”

Freya nodded somberly.

“Then I will gladly give mine for theirs.”

“Very well then,” Freya said and was about to gesture with a wave of her hand when she noticed the questioning look upon the mortal’s face. “Is there a question you’d like to ask?”

“Yes, if I may?”

“You may.”

“Why?”

“Because I’ve seen a future... filled with unspeakable horrors that no mortal could readily comprehend or should. Even I was traumatized by the untold suffering that I felt for that brief moment in time. All I can say is that one of your daughters will play a major role in the years to come. One that may drastically change if she were to die today.”

Pride filled her soul for the very thought of just one of her daughters doing such a thing was unimaginable to say the least. She would’ve been happy for whatever path they desired in life so long as they were happy. This was her way. Taught to her by her own mother so long ago and in turn had passed it down to her daughters. Part of her wished that she could be there to see that happen, but as with life sacrifices must be made. And she would make the ultimate one for her children with no regrets. “Thank you.” she said finally with renewed resolve and readied herself for whatever the goddess intended to do, “I am ready then.”

“Very well,” the goddess acknowledged with a small smile, “may the Great Mother bless you in the hereafter.”

A SOVEREIGN’S BORN

A dusty mare pulled a rickety wagon down a well-worn mountain road. Its grizzly looking driver by the name of Petrus glanced over his shoulder at the setting sun. After downing the remnants of a flask containing firewater he purred, “Well... that hit the spot Frances,” replacing it into a pocket, “and no one’s the wiser.”

A low grumbling came from Petrus’ stomach as he guided the wagon into a dense part of the Great Forest. One that signaled for him to stop or risk the consequences. “Damn blue oysters,” he griped. Quickly, he yanked on the reins unaware of a voyeur who watched his every move. After pulling his mare to a halt he then leapt off in search of a bush.

Camouflaged in the tree limbs above was a hooded stranger who’d been sitting there ever since the driver had entered into the forest. Ignoring the man’s gaze for a moment a pair of icy grays then focused on the distant city of Corinth.

As the Mare Aegean gently lapped its shores a gentle eastern breeze brought with it the fresh scent of the sea. Tales of this scenic seaport lured immigrants from everywhere with visions of wealth. Yet, as with everything this booming city concealed scars of battles past. All fought for its ownership. Located on the main trade route in the realm of Kladon and this was the port capital of Glaine. Corinth was the city of dreams for hidden in the snowcapped mountains just to the north of it was an abundant source of natural resources that would amount to untold wealth.

Gliding silently through the tree limbs towards the returning driver was the cloaked figure whose hood had now fallen back to reveal a fair-skinned woman with chiseled features and long fiery red hair. As her eyes narrowed she mentally scolded herself for choosing a man of Petrus’ caliber. Being that he had stopped at two taverns to take his fill of the spirits prior to leaving the city knowing full well he was to meet her at base camp at midday.

Detesting those who wasted HER time on frivolous things like this she released a low growl. For she knew that time was of the essence now and spied Petrus a moment longer before dropping down behind him as he passed by. After latching a strong arm around his neck she growled in low voice, “Sloshing on your job.”

His eyes widened upon recognizing the voice that belonged to none other than Lord Quinn Ethan, his latest employer. A startled gasp issued from Petrus’ mouth as the pressure upon his neck tightened. Even his 5’6” frame felt small compared to her domineering presence being that she was only three inches taller. Yet, her beauty maybe considered to some as deadly as the blade she wielded so skillfully. He tried to pull her hands off, but it was to no avail. “Please...” he gasped between breaths, “I...”

“Tsk... tsk.”

“B-but I did as you asked,” he pled to the young ruler, “I just thought-”

“I didn’t pay you to think, Petrus.”

“But-”

“Do you have something for me?”

“Yes,” Petrus uttered in a gasp and pulled out a wadded up piece of paper that he’d received earlier, “here.” It was from a colleague of his who just happened to be a Corinth city council member and in charge of the upcoming festival. A local festival that his employer was somewhat intrigued by. “Fraym said he’d do it...”

“Aye, then.” Quinn said before snapping his neck in one swift move, “Ignorant drunk.” She knew his death served two purposes. One to remind those that tallied about death would be result and the other, to tie up an annoying loose end. She then proceeded to drag his lifeless body behind some bushes.

Once done with discarding the body, she stepped out from the foliage. This warrior stood tall in the black cloak that draped over her well-oiled gray leather armor. Armor that fit her athletic body like a glove, yet flaunted her obvious femininity. An image of a silver dragon, her family’s guardian from generations past, decorated her chest plate. She scanned the area once again for any bothersome voyeurs and none were found. Satisfied she relaxed enough to take in a calming breath.

Quinn was a highly skilled warrior whose talents leaned towards the dark arts of assassination just like her mother before her. This 19-year-old was the sole ruler of Eyre and the lands surrounding it. Sheathed at her side was the ‘Noble Blade of Ages’. A bastard sword possessing an unbreakable ebony blade. This relic’s hilt held an explicit design of two serpents intertwined in the struggle of battle. Aiding her in battles past, it nourished the bloodlust within her.

Quinn began to reflect on the day she’d first set foot upon the white sandy shores of Glaine. Her mind was taken by the richness of this land while her heart its beauty. It wasn’t hard considering she’d been intrigued by this city for sometime now, for this new world impassioned her desires of power. And she ultimately chose the city of Corinth as an extension to her already prosperous empire. A good day indeed, she pondered and was suddenly brought from her thoughts when the hairs on the back of neck rose, signaling her of a strange presence nearby.

“You could own this as well as the lands beyond.”

Quinn spun around towards the seductive voice that surrounded her and found no one there. Yet, she still felt a presence and growled, “Show yourself!”

A tanned, muscular woman wearing a skin-tight black leather ensemble that accented her large bosom appeared beside her. Shapely long legs brought the dark beauty to about the same height as the lord. Black tresses fell into enigmatic sapphires while her hand rested upon the hilt of a broadsword. Upon noticing the lingering eyes of the mortal she purred, “Like what you see?”

“Aye, perhaps.” Quinn voiced and locked eyes with the dark stranger. “And you are?”

“The name’s Morrigan,” she revealed with a broad grin, “Goddess of War.”

“And,” Quinn’s brow quirked up, “what brings a Goddess to me?”

“I must confess that I’ve been keeping an eye on you for some time now.”

Quinn’s eyes narrowed upon hearing this.

“Goddess of War remember?”

“….”

“Anyway,” said the War Goddess as she sauntered up to the mortal’s side, “it was your battle with King Duain that caught my attention.”

Unconsciously Quinn released a low growl upon hearing the name of the cowardly bastard that had shattered her childhood so long ago.

There’s just something about her, Morrigan thought with a slight grin. Was it Quinn’s savvy and charismatic personality used to recruit the populace in hordes to fight? Maybe. Perhaps it was an astuteness that was beyond her mortal years that allowed Quinn to be diplomatic when need be. Could be. Or was it her strength and courage that seemed to radiate through a complex being that lured her in. Possibly. And finally she concluded that it was a mixture of the mortal’s dark side and light that would one day lead her to greatness.

After placing a gentle hand on her shoulder Morrigan added, “Which by the way was an invigorating sight to see.”

“Humph...”

Quickly Morrigan remembered that the young lord detested the late king as she had when he was alive. “Many pardons,” she apologized with a bowed head, “I didn’t mean to offend.”

“My UNCLE was a damned fool!” Quinn spat in disgust. She hated Duain for what he was. A pretentious ass who murdered his own brother for the throne. A throne that she might add awaited her own father, a one Lord Deston. But it wasn’t to be. For Duain was in cahoots with a rivaling faction who’d been promised prime land deeds as well as a percentage from the kingdom’s annual tax for their help in assassinating her father.

Being that Quinn was eight at the time she hadn’t known the details of her father’s death until she was in her early teens. Confessed to her by her dying mother. It was sad indeed for their tearful goodbyes were lost on the truth. Truth of how they barely escaped with their lives just to go into hiding from the very people who’d wished them dead as well.

“I know talent when I see it.”

“Is that so?”

“And you... my beauty, have the makings of a true sovereign.”

An overtly ambitious Quinn already knew this and acknowledged it with a slight nod. “Aye.”

“And with my help... you could rule the WORLD.”

“If I so desire it--I shall be doing this without the help of ANY Goddess.”

“True and what fun that will be.”

Quinn only glared back at her.

“All right... how about being MY champion then?”

“Your champion?” Quinn’s brow perked up, “eh?”

The War Goddess nodded.

“And that would entitle me to...”

“Imagine being a master of all known fighting skills and then some,” Morrigan revealed excitedly. “Your body healing itself at three times the time it does now... faster reflexes... as well as an assortment of other...” she paused a moment for emphasis before finally purring, “gifts.”

“Enough!” An intrigued Quinn silenced her with a quick hand gesture. Is she serious? She then began to wonder what the catch to this godly offer would be.

The War Goddess easily read her mind while drawing small circles upon the mortal’s shoulder. “The use of your abilities from time to time,” she replied slyly.

“And?”

“As well as a shrine or two devoted to me of course.”

As Quinn’s brow perked up the images of hot, unbridled sex with this dark goddess flashed before her mind’s eye. Flesh upon flesh. Limbs intertwined in heated friction while the sweet sounds of orgasmic pleasures rang in her ears causing her heart to race and body to grow excited. Her tongue darted out as to moisten her now dry lips and breathed, “Begods!”

“No silly,” she said nudging her. “Your talents will do nicely.” Leaning towards Quinn’s ear Morrigan seductively added, “But if you desire a more intimate relationship... I’d be more than happy to comply.”

Quinn swallowed hard. For her arousal was growing tï proportions from the close proximity of this dark goddess. She needed to control this and fast. So, she focused all her effortó on the goddess’ offer. All this for the use of my blade. “My talents and the shrines...” her voice cracked while as she spoke, “will do for now.”

“Aawww...” the War Goddess sighed disappointedly. For she so wanted to bed this mortal. No matter, there’s plenty of time to partake in the pleasures of the flesh, she thought. “We could have SO much fun though,” she added with a lopsided grin. “Oh well, as you desire it then. So, do we have a deal?”

Quinn knew this arrangement would ultimately be beneficial in the long run. Being a champion for goddess was a uniyue privilege indeed. Yet, part of her was weary of this arrangement. “You’ll give me the ability to master all fighting skills... faster reflexes and healing,” she assessed aloud. “All this for the use of MY talents.”

“That’s the deal.”

“I don’t know...”

“Okay, I’ll even throw myself in pot as well.” Morrigan added gesturing towards herself, “Think about it--you’ll have the exclusive use of my talents from time to time. Now, doesn’t that sound like a deal?”

“Perhaps.”

“Come on... people would kill to have less.”

“Aye,” Quinn nodded. “It’s a deal then.”

“Goodie!” Morrigan grinned just as a parchment materialized in her hand. “Everything’s in the contract,” she said and held it out for her inspection. “Would you care to look it over?”

“Aye, I would.” Quinn took the offered scroll and gave it a once over. Satisfied with its contents she gave a simple, “Em.”

“Good,” mused the War Goddess. “Now just place your thumb print next to mine and it’s a done deal.”

Quinn paused for a moment as if to reconsider this pact, but placed her digit onto it anyway. She watched as her print burned into the contract, thus sealing their contract. A done deal indeed. She then turned to the goddess, “It’s done?”

“Yes.”

“When does it start?”

“As we speak.” Morrigan grinned broadly. “Now do your Lord thing and get this city conquered,” she added and disappeared in a bright flash of light.

~~~ # ~~~

Two weeks had passed since Quinn had signed the pact with the goddess. During which her trustworthy spies had gathered enough information on the city’s latest owner for her upcoming invasion. He was a portly man with the morals of a sea slug that went by the name of Lord Casben. The man’s main focus she read was monetary and cared not that his men ravaged the city’s citizens. This sickened her.

Quinn had strategically positioned her battle-hardened cohorts around the port city as well as a century unit disguised within the Corinth itself prior. Her plan was to wait until everyone was preoccupied with the local harvest festival for the Earth Goddess Rowan to make her move. It was the perfect plan for she would invade from within.

Soldiers on both sides were clashing amongst themselves. Whilst citizens scrambled for their very lives. General chaos ran amuck and for the next five hours the invasion transpired. In the end Casben’s men were no match for her proficient army.

As the sounds of battle lulled Quinn in, victory was ultimately hers with minimal loss to her men. After securing the city she turned her attention towards the castle, for the bastard Casben was next. She stormed it with ease and found the cowardly lord hidden among his slaves. Detesting cowards and all she knew this man was truly one through and through. Dragging the begging man by his shirt Quinn then tied him to her mount and victoriously rode through the battered city with the wailing man behind.

“String him up along side the others!” Quinn ordered upon arriving at the Town Square with her prize. And observed with a smirk as her men strung him up next his battered supporters for all to see. This was a good day indeed, she thought amongst the cheers of support that rang all around her.

~~~ # ~~~

Four days later, a regal Quinn rode towards the Town Square atop her Ebony colored warhorse named Storm. As she was contemplating the sentences for her prisoners the victorious chants from her cohorts brought her from her thoughts. With a broad grin upon her stoic face she pulled Storm to a halt. Raising a hand into the air Quinn hushed her cheering men. “These men are incompetent and represent an unwanted element in the city!”

The triumphant lord gazed into the crowd of enthusiastic soldiers with pride. This was why she chose this path. With a loyal cohort that ranged from the young and old as well as intermixed with the sexes she knew they were all willing to die for her cause without hesitation. “We cannot allow them to fester within Corinth!” she shouted somberly.

“HAIL LORD QUINN!” They chanted again while clanging their swords onto their shields. “HAIL LORD QUINN!”

“And to all who oppose us!” a bemused Quinn roared next, “DEATH by disembowelment!” She observed with a placid interest as her men carried out her orders to each of the five prisoners prior to placing their mutilated bodies on the boundaries of the city. A ghastly warning to those who opposed them to rethink any thoughts of invasion.

TEN YEARS TO THE DAY

Quinn, now a sovereign, stood on her balcony enjoying this breathtaking view of her kingdom. She usually savored this daily ritual, but not today. The distant horizon that normally glowed with the vibrate hues of red, orange and yellow, and more than often creating a scenic background for her thriving city was marred by gloomy storm clouds.

As she stood there a distinct call of a great falcon caught her attention. She cocked her head to the side as to hear this rare bird only to reveal a black eye patch and a long scar that ran from the right brow itself down and along her cheek. Quinn spied the bird just as it banked right and disappeared behind a cluster of trees. Yet, her remaining gray eye betrayed an emptiness within--something she had yet to realize.

Quinn ran a hand over a scarlet silk robe that she wore, and thought back on how she had brought this town of trade from ruin to glory. She alone possessed this city as well as a third of the vast domain surrounding it. Whereas the Emperor Iakoboi owned the eastern lands across the vast sea of Mare Aegean and the Goddess Anitra’s daughter Queen Areyn, the western.

Plans of ruling her domain in peace were soon nixed by a greedy mage whose sights were set on all she owned. A war had ensued and was on its fifth year when an unforeseen stalemate occurred between their perspective empires. One to her surprise grew into years. Years of gaining a few steps only to fall back two fold was waning heavy on her very nerves as well as on her resources.

As a gentle southern breeze blew her short tresses into a cold eye she pondered to earlier that day. Her spies had sent word that the emperor was planning something horrid for the Queen of the Amazons. Assassination would be more like it, she sighed with relief knowing full well that it would fail miserably as it had numerous times before. Brushing the bothersome hair away she smirked, “When will he ever learn?”

For she’d been down that road before, on Iakoboi. Lost a third of her men to his army in the process, an eye to Bertók and almost her life as well. It was a complete failure on her part. One she never wanted to relive again. And to her sure grin her comrades at arms, the Amazons’ had jumped at this opportunity to attack the bastard, thus sending him retreating with his tail between his legs. A sight indeed.

“I must say,” whispered Morrigan a second later, “that it’s just another glorious day in the sovereign’s empire.”

“Aye,” Quinn sighed, “perhaps.”

There was a bright flash and the War Goddess revealed herself casually sitting on the balcony’s railing. “What’s wrong my champion?”

“This damned stalemate!”

“It leaves a bitter taste on ones palate doesn’t it?”

Quinn nodded.

“Who’d guess that this would happen?” shrugged Morrigan. She mentally scolded herself for even she hadn’t a clue as to this unforeseen stalemate. “Three empires... three gods all-striving to be number one,” she chuckled playfully. “Don’t you just love it?”

“Ach….”

The War Goddess’ eyes grew wide as she spoke, “Tell me you’re not thinking of giving it up.”

“NEVER!” Quinn snapped turning to the dark goddess. “I didn’t come this far just to become a pacifist.”

“Good,” Morrigan released a reassuring sigh and added with pride, “I’d expect nothing less from you.”

“It’s just that... I’m in need of a solution that will break this impasse that’s all.”

“Be cautious of what you inquire for,” Morrigan remarked casually. And as she disappeared in a bright flash her voice lingered on, “For it may come to pass.”

Quinn only shook her head at the departed Goddess. Part of her wondered if she’d made the right decision in being the goddess’ champion so long ago. Yet, she didn’t linger on the what ifs for what was done was done. When she finally turned back to the horizon before her and heard a light rapping at the door. “ENTER!”

The door opened to reveal a petite blond with short hair poking her head in. “My liege,” she said, “may I enter?”

“Aye.”

After quickly closing the door behind her the fair-skinned beauty ran a nervous hand over the simple green toga that covered her lithe body and approached. Her name was Sibyl and she was the sovereign’s personal oracle. “During my meditation to the Goddess Freya,” she revealed with a bowed head, “I was granted another premonition.”

“Um...” Quinn turned to her, “well, Oracle it would behoove you to present it.”

Once Sibyl’s emerald eyes locked with an icy gray she spoke in a lowered voice, “I saw the death of a queen...”

A mixture of emotions filled Quinn’s eye in an instant upon hearing this. But soon narrowed upon realizing the somber look that was plastered across the her face as if there was more to this story. “And?”

“Emperor Iakoboi’s banner was hanging in my liege’s Corinth.”

“On ‘bout?” She couldn’t believe the omen this oracle had just foretold. “Are you daft girl?” Quinn scoffed in her native tongue, which seemed to appear more often when she was angered as well as on rare occasions such as this. “I think you need to lay off the Amazon wine.”

“My liege, I’m not drunk.”

Quinn abruptly cleared her throat.

“All right,” sighed Sibyl. “I admit that I had a whole bottle last night. And yes, I have a slight hangover, but the vision IS real.”

“Are YOU certain that it’s Queen Areyn we’re talking about here?”

“I’m positive,” Sibyl affirmed somberly. “She possesses short dark hair, unique green eyes-”

“Aye, its her.”

“Queen Areyn’s death will be my liege’s downfall.”

Quinn still couldn’t believe what the oracle was saying and needed a second opinion on this omen. A godly one to be exact. “Your dismissed,” she said gruffly and waited until Sibyl had left the room before calling upon her deity. “Morrigan!”

“Yes?” purred the War Goddess as she materialized upon her champion’s bed a moment later. “You called?”

“Will the death of Queen Areyn be my downfall?”

“Did I not warn you earlier?” sighed Morrigan. “Was it not YOU that desired a solution to break this impasse?”

Her patience was wearing thin about now and the godly scolding was getting aggravating to say the least. She was about to comment on this, but held her tongue and just narrowed her eye towards the dark goddess.

“And don’t be giving me that famous stare of yours,” Morrigan reprimanded prior to revealing the truth. “It seems that a certain nymph during one of her famous temper tantrums has granted your request.”

“You’re joking right?”

“I wish,” Morrigan stretched out on the bed, “the little tike possesses a will of stone just like her mother Freya. Mix that with my stubborn nature and you get one three-year-old nymph who wants her way all the time. And before you inquire about me reversing it... can’t do it. Seems that Zâral has been secretly coaching her on the fine arts of cursing and only she can reverse it.”

Gods, could this get any worse? Quinn just shook her head in disappointment.

“I’m sorry,” Morrigan said honestly, “but I don’t see that happening anytime soon. So, if you value your empire like I know you do... I can only suggest that you set aside your differences for now and protect Areyn with all your abilities.”

“Ach...” Quinn murmured not liking this one damn bit. Unfortunately there wasn’t any other choice that she cared to dwell on. For death wasn’t an option and losing her empire to Iakoboi just made her ill. No, there wasn’t a choice in the matter. Quinn had to protect Queen Areyn at all costs.

“I know... I know. I’ll do my best in persuading my daughter to reverse it, all right?”

“And I’ll protect Areyn.”

“You’ll do fine. I have faith in you.” Morrigan said with an all knowing smirk then disappeared in burst of light. “Thank you.”

As Quinn stormed out of her room she made her way towards her oracle’s room that was located two doors away. After entering through the open door she observed Sibyl kneeling before a small shrine devoted to Freya. “What must I do to prevent this?” she said knowing full well what she must do and quickly corrected, “Your opinion that is.”

Sibyl started to say, “I have a plan...” then realized that she had just overstepped her boundaries, “Forgive me for my error.”

“A plan?” repeated Quinn as her brow perked up. “Go on with you.”

Sibyl brightened at the fact that she was about to reveal her strategy. One that involved bringing two empires together to form one whole one. She knew it would work for Freya had suggested this prior. Nonetheless this was something that she had never thought would happen in the three years she’d been in servitude to the sovereign and nervously unveiled it, “May Freya bless me.”

BRING ON THE AMAZONS

Snuggled deep in the thick Elven forest known, as Shadowdar was the city of Ephesus, the center of the Amazon nation. This powerful nation was located on the continent of Obaye the second largest, Glaine being first in the realm of Kladon. This legendary city had been designed in a uniquely elliptical layout with a vast temple dedicated to the Goddess Anitra at its axis. Surrounding it were community buildings, numerous shops and workshops, family sized structures and large communal bachelor huts.

As a matriarchal society power was granted through the linage of women. All females were raised to become warriors from an early age. Each were taught to defend their way of life at all costs. This was ingrained in part from their rich heritage that came as a result of being the loyal defenders of the sacred lands of the Goddess Anitra. They were warriors first and foremost, and all other skills were considered secondary.

As for the men, though there was an established discrimination of power based upon sex. They were essentially allowed only to be caregivers of their offspring. And in rare instances a chosen few even held some low-level authoritative positions. Over the years, a select number of men grew in skill and as a result, the matriarchs found that they were worthy enough become warriors and were allowed to establish a male warrior group. This group was eventually named the Paladins of Anitra.

Inhabiting the forests of the realm as well as co-existing with the Amazons was the L´Emeraude Elves. They were a virtuous and lawful race by nature. The fine features of an L´Emeraude were framed with dark green hair and their slender 5’ high frame was covered in a light green skin. Possessing their own unique abilities they were wildly known to have animosity towards their distant brethren. These recluse beings were keepers of the land as well as endowed with the innate ability to caste magic and create magical weapons.

A strand of black hair fell into Areyn Weismyer’s charismatic eyes. Eyes that were unique considering the irises were briar green and the corneas a shade lighter. This rare trait was known throughout the realm as a sign of her godly lineage. One that only a select few possessed and others coveted. Covering her tanned physique was a billowy half buttoned white shirt that revealed an ample bosom. Tailored black breeches covered muscular thighs and upon her feet were knee high matching boots. Her ensemble graced her feminine beauty and confirmed an athletically fit body.

Leaning against her thigh was a sheathed bastard sword, the Majestic Blade of Akshan. As Areyn observed the harvesting festivities from her throne a finger casually caressed the vivid image of a white dragon with glowing ruby eyes that had been carved upon its hilt.

As a celebration for their bountiful hunt and a fruitful harvest commenced all around, her mind was on more pressing matters of the nation. The emperor to be exact. Areyn knew that the stalemate between the emperor and the sovereign was really a blessing in disguised so to speak. For the nation needed time to regroup, gather strength and form new alliances that would ultimately aid them in the victory to come. Yet, in the back of her mind a part of her grew weary of this damned war of greed.

Areyn was soon drawn from her thoughts by the chanters who were now circling the large bonfire in the center of the square. She closed her eyes and listened as the rhythmic pounding of the drums mixed with the joyous songs grew louder and more emotional with every beat.

Meanwhile, an attractive, L´Emeraude Elven Princess by the name of Kali Porthios maneuvered through the crowd with ease. She wore intricate decorated, brown leather armor that possessed an image of a white dragon in flight on the upper right corner of her breastplate signifying Elven Royalty. Being only 500 winters old she was considered a mere young adult in the eyes of her brethren. Short dark green hair framed her fine Elven features while a pair of enchanting green eyes revealed an observant personality as well as an honorable disposition.

Noticing the worried look on her friend’s face Kali had a seat next to her. She knew that Areyn was a wise and compassionate Queen who often had a tendency to help others at the expense of her own happiness. One of her many unique traits. Nonetheless her friend and leader was a gifted warrior of 26 years who’d quickly grown to become a brilliant tactician from their numerous run-ins with the emperor. “Areyn,” she said in a low whisper, “are you all right?”

“I’m fine Kali.” Areyn replied flashing her regent a reassuring grin. “Any news on...”

“The emperor?”

Areyn nodded.

“Cyma should be arriving anytime now,” Kali mentioned just as the brunette scout in question approached. “Speaking of which.”

“Greetings, my queen.” Cyma greeted out of breath. Her dark eyes lowered in respect as she knelt before them. “Regent Kali.”

“Good evening,” Areyn responded, “what did you find out?”

“The emperor is moving two Cohorts totaling a thousand solders towards our western tribe,” Cyma informed. “He plans to take over the gold mines.”

“We can’t have that now can we?” Areyn muttered aloud before glancing down at her royal scout. “You did well,” gesturing with a wave of a hand, “now go... Enjoy the festivities.”

“Thank you, my queen.”

Her mind was racing as she watched the scout disappear into the celebrating crowd. “Send a messenger to the western providence,” Areyn said while rubbing the bridge of her nose, “make sure they’re ready for our uninvited guests. Oh, and ready two cohorts of my elite guard and one of my paladin.”

“Of course.”

“And Kali... I’m going to greet our intruders personally.”

“As you wish it then.”

~~~ # ~~~

It was later that night when Areyn began contemplating her life to date as well as her reign as queen. Having been a successful queen for the last 10 years she knew that half of those were used in warring with the emperor. After slipping away from the festivities she made her way through the dark forest to a childhood spot. This secret sanctuary atop a large boulder overlooking a huge valley below was one she’d visited for over 23 years now.

“Peace,” she sighed, “is it a dream or...?” Areyn knew that his empire would fight till the end to possess her nation’s land and all its rich resources. “Over my dead body.”

Having foreseen this prior she had allied with the White Dragon Clan thus empowering them with their vast numbers and not to mention their ancient dragon magic’s. She also sought the help from the Cleric’s of Rowan who were known for mastering the healing arts. Although she knew deep down that her mother probably had a hand in persuading Rowan to allow her chosen to help in this bloody mess. Being the daughter to the Goddess of the Hunt had its privileges after all it seems.

“Thinking too hard might strain something,” a masculine voice spoke up next.

“Very funny,” a grinning Areyn glanced down at her sword, “Akshan, I thought you’d be asleep.”

“Oh never! Well, not before a battle that is.”

“There’s still time you know.”

“I know, but I could say the same for you.”

“My mind is restless-”

“Your heart as well.”

“My heart?” she repeated cocking a brow, “what ARE you talking about sword?”

“You’ve been so busy fighting instead of living that you secretly desire someone to love.”

Areyn laughed, “You’re reaching my friend.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Uh huh.”

“I’ve been with you for over 13 years and have yet to seen you with a true consort.”

“Hey!” protested the Amazon Queen, “I’ve been a bit busy here... becoming QUEEN. And not to mention ALL the duties that come with the position.”

“Humph.”

“What? Besides a certain individual that we both know may disagree with that comment of yours.”

“Perhaps, but one who’s willing to submit-”

“Hey! We’re working on that--it just takes time for someone who possesses such a dominate nature to relinquish a part of themselves that’s all.”

“Three years?”

“The world wasn’t created in a day, you know.”

“Uh huh.”

“Besides you should be happy that I have someone that’s fiercely loyal, enamored at the mere sight of me and ruggedly handsome to boot.”

“I am, Mistress. It’s just that I’m worried-”

“No worries my friend... No worries.”

“It’s just I’ve had three owners over the years,” Akshan said casually. “Two gave into their hearts and became better people for it, while the third did not. He became a cold warrior and grew bitter at the world for not allowing him to find his heart. I don’t want THAT to happen to you.”

“Well, my friend... I can assure you THAT will not happen. Besides, I really don’t need the distraction-”

“Hiding behind all those masters,” he said with disappointment, “how sad.”

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

“I have friends.”

“Any SPECIAL friends?”

“Well,” Areyn shrugged, “you’re with me from sun up to sun down you tell me. And again let’s not forget a certain individual-”

“Anyone else?”

“Well... I do have plenty of suitors.”

“Uh huh.”

“Besides I’m happy with you know who... remind me why I’m discussing my love life to you.”

“Because you can.” Akshan pointed out. “You know that I speak the truth.”

“Yeah,” she said with a laugh, “it’s just one of your MANY abilities.”

STORMS ARISING

Menzotaro was a mystical cavern city located in the heart of the Menzo mountain range on the continent of Eustas. An ebony castle made from adamantine sat in the center of this bustling stone metropolis and dug on either side of it were two huge tunnels that led further into the bowels of the capital. Ever watchful stone gargoyles were perched along its walls and above the building itself was a huge glowing crystal facet that brightened the gloomy atmosphere.

Armed Siraj soldiers dressed in black chain mail patrolled its perimeter. This beastly looking species possessed a high intelligence for magic as well as the art of warring. Normally standing between 4’ to 5’ this hairless race had tan-green skin, which covered their muscular frame. Each possessed a pug nose, pointed ears, sloping forehead and a pair of thick lips that framed a mouthful of sharp teeth. Two obvious features of the species were two large canines that protruded from a lower jaw and their discerning crimson eyes.

Deep within the confines of the castle was a ruthless dark mage ruled Menzotaro with an iron hand. He was a lowly middle-aged man of average stature and height who looked older than he really was. Lean with sharp features, the mage’s spellbinding black eyes matched a heartless soul. His name was Iakoboi Antalya´ar. He was a cruel, cunning and highly intelligent schemer whose motives were basic. Power and greed controlled his destiny as well as his unwavering faith in the Storm God Zâral.

Black robes, accented with red trimmings draped Iakoboi’s lithe frame. The studying mage sat alone in his vast library of spell books memorizing yet another spell. Mastering new spells to him was like breathing to others. The emperor was known to be in here for days on end just practicing the Dark Magic and furthering his skill and power at the expense of his own health at times. In the end though his body would finally succumb from exhaustion at the cost of gaining another spell.

A sudden lightning bolt crashed to the ground and the Storm God Zâral appeared before his chosen one. His powerful frame stood 7’ tall and he was clad head to toe in spiked black armor. An enclosed horned helmet was atop his head that revealed a pair of sinister red eyes. “I can understand the need of memorizing more spells,” he commented narrowing his eyes, “yet YOU are a mortal after all.”

“My lord,” greeted Iakoboi before dropping to his knees in reverence to his deity, “I only desire to be the best.”

“You are with MY help of course.”

“But of course... what brings my lord here?”

“I may have a plan. One that will end this stalemate once and for all.”

~~~ # ~~~

Later that day was like any other for Iakoboi, one of intense study. “Etaretilbo,” he said gesturing towards a clay pot. His target seemed to shift and move then abruptly ripped itself apart. After attaining another spell a sly smirk formed, but his glorious achievement was rudely disrupted by a pounding on the large oak door that separated him from the rest of the castle. Iakoboi knew of only one person that dared to interrupt his studies was his second in command. “Enter!”

The door opened and in stepped a cloaked dark paladin clad in all black armor. His short brown hair was peppered gray and he possessed a battle scar along his left cheek along with an eye patch, which gave this handsome fellow character. An intense brown eye revealed a savvy and cunning nature and not to mention a ruthless intellect. This faithful servant of the emperor was named Bertók. And sheathed at his side was the ‘Broadsword of Dread’. This magical blade would curse all those that fell from it to become one of the undead.

“Emperor,” Bertók said and respectfully fell to a knee, “Spiridon will be in position by dawn.”

“Good,” yawned Iakoboi, “he always had a nose for gold.”

“This is true.”

“How did his troops look?”

“Refreshed and ready to serve their emperor.”

“Excellent.”

BEGINNINGS

The spacious bedchamber belonging to the sovereign was exquisitely decorated in a black and red theme. Large Niabian tapestries depicted glorious, battlefield landscapes from faraway lands hung on the walls. Enormous vases sat in the four corners and spread out on the floor was a huge Ethan clan rug with the silver dragon image upon it.

A large Oak desk and chair set that at the moment was being occupied by its owner sat against one wall and next to it a matching chest. A large archway, which led to the bathing chamber as well as to a large dressing room was located opposite of an oversized four-post canopy bed covered in silk sheets. And finally, an extensive balcony with table for four completed this lavish room.

Quinn sealed the official document by pressed her seal into the hot wax. And as she waited for the wax to harden she muttered, “This had better work, Oracle.”

“My liege,” Sibyl lowered her head and affirmed, “I’ve spoken the truth and it will work.”

“Enter!” Quinn called out when she heard a knock on the door. “Right on time.” She rose to her feet and recognized the cloaked woman dressed in black sauntering in. “Myron.”

The newcomer lowered her hood to reveal cruel features that mirrored her dark personality. Strikingly white hair framed Myron’s thin hawk like features and hypnotizing burgundy eyes. “My liege,” the mage dropped to one knee, “you need of my services?”

“Aye, I need you to take this...” Quinn held out the scroll before continuing, “personally hand this to the Queen of the Amazons then bring back her reply.”

“What is it?” Myron inquired as she took the offered scroll and placed it into her cloak.

“A proposal for an alliance between our two empires.”

A astonish Myron uttered, “Is that wise?”

“Ach!” Quinn’s brow raised just as an icy stare bore through her second in command who’d quickly lowered her head. “Myron your growing spirited with age.”

“Forgive me, my liege.”

“It would be best if you’d remember your place MAGE!” sneered Quinn before gesturing with a wave of a hand. “Dismissed.”

“Of course,” Myron nodded, “forgive my error.” Arrogant bitch. Then spun around and made a hasty exit out of the room as not to anger her liege any further. No, I wouldn’t that.

SQUABBLING FOR RICHES

Two weeks had passed on the western coastal territory of Obaye and the battle over the Amazon mines was now on its tenth day. Sounds of battle echoed in the air. The valley that once held dozens of species of flowers was now littered with the bodies of the fallen and covered in a layer of bloody gore.

Leading the emperor’s ogre/skeletal forces was an ogre named Spiridon. As he proudly crushed any foe that was unlucky enough to cross his path, this chieftain with leathery brown-black skin, dirty gray hair and aggressive orange eyes. He was a sight to behold considering that he rode atop a painted war horse that was twice the size of an average mount due to his 10’ frame and all.

After decimating an Amazon’s head with a powerful blow, he scanned the battlefield and noticed a weak flank in their defenses. Leaping at this chance to defeat his enemies the chieftain quickly decided to charge his heavy skeletal cavalry through it. “REGROUP!” He yelled towards his remaining brethren. “REGROUP!”

Spiridon raised his club high, “FOR THE EMPEROR!” He then charged through the battlefield followed by a century of Ogres as well as two centuries of armored skeletons atop their skeletal mounts. “KILL THEM ALL!” yelled the overzealous chieftain as he led his cavalry towards the weak flank in attempt to surround them. “TAKE NO PRISONERS!”

~~~ # ~~~

A thick layer of blood and gore was caked upon the Amazon Queen’s dark green armor causing it to glisten in the sun’s fleeting rays. An intricate design of a full moon with a howling wolf’s head was on her upper left corner of her breastplate had been plastered with what looked to be brain matter. Areyn was freeing her sword from gut of an ogre when she noticed the chieftain from the corner of her eye. And in an instant decapitated a skeletal soldier with a quick horizontal strike prior to roaring out, “GIVE THE SIGNAL!”

A nearby Elven archer heard this and shot two arrows simultaneously into a pair of approaching ogres before sending a flaming arrow high into the sky.

“Long for victory and we shall celebrate it!” Akshan sang out. “FA…la…la…la. FA…la…la…la.”

A horn trumpeted just as a legion of elite guards approached to the rear of Spiridon’s forces. The once weak flank was now strengthened by a century of Amazons that seemed to come out of nowhere. This deceptive tactic essentially boxed their foes in the valley and within an hour the emperor’s soldiers were wiped out.

Later, as the Amazon Queen scanned the battlefield she took in the grisly sight around her. Ogre, skeletal, Elven, paladin and Amazon were mixed, etching a surreal scene in ones mind. A banner embroidered with an image of a demonic face belonging to the emperor’s forces lay trampled in the soiled earth before her. In her right hand was a gore-encrusted Akshan, whilst the other held the severed head of Spiridon. Scenes of the brutal battle quickly replayed in her mind’s eye as she observed her fellow victors sifting through the bodies in search of their fallen comrades.

“And to the victor...” Akshan spoke up, “a glorious Sunset.”

“It is.” Areyn nodded slightly and perceived a brawny, coco skinned Amazon equipped in gray armor and a broad sword approaching. A small smile crept upon her face upon noticing the familiar face belonging to her captain. “Lucia.”

“My queen,” Lucia strode up to her leader just as her topknot bobbed with every step she made. Her passionate, violet eyes assessed her queen for any visible injuries. Satisfied when she found none then informed, “Our guards were approached by a mage named Myron.”

“The sovereign’s second.” Areyn commented then turned towards her elite guard captain and said, “Lucia, bring her to me.”

“Bring her!” she gestured for the guards that had followed her forward. Lucia then watched as an unarmed Myron was brought forward. “My queen.”

“Well,” Myron’s eyes glanced down at the freshly severed head of the chieftain, “the mighty Spiridon has fallen. And I so wanted the pleasure of his blood.”

Lucia released a low growl prior to kicking the mage’s legs out from under her, “Show our QUEEN respect!”

Areyn watched placidly as Myron dropped to her knees before her. “Forgive me for taking your PLEASURE, Myron.” She remarked then handed the chieftain’s head to her captain. “Wrap it up with the emperor’s banner and send it back to him.”

“Yes, my queen.” Lucia gestured over another Amazon and conveyed the orders to her. Who in turn took the offered head and set off to do as she was told.

“So,” Areyn wiped Akshan off on Spiridon’s discarded cape then sheathed him, “mind telling me what brings the sovereign’s second to me?”

“I was sent here to give you a message.”

“My queen,” spoke a guard on the mage’s right and held out a scroll, “she had this on her.”

Areyn took the offered item and recognized the silver dragon in wax as belonging to the Sovereign Quinn. Once the seal was broken, she unrolled the fine parchment and proceeded to read it.

#

#

“It seems that the sovereign wants an alliance with us,” she said. After rolling the scroll up Areyn then placed it under her armor. “Give our guest whatever she wants then meet us back at my tent.”

“Yes, my queen.” the guard replied then turned to their guest. “This way.”

Waiting until the mage was out of earshot Lucia whispered, “It may be a trap.”

“I must agree with the captain,” Akshan affirmed as well, “please, Mistress proceed with caution.”

“I know.” Areyn sighed then kneeled down next to the body of her enemy and removed the chieftain’s ring. “If there’s a chance that we can defeat the emperor by allying with her then we must try. We’ve got to bring peace to these lands... no matter what the consequences.” She gave her captain a somber look, “You know the ramifications if we don’t.”

After rolling the scroll that held her response up Areyn placed her seal upon it. She then quenched her thirst with a sip from her wine and felt the eyes of her worried Captain. She gave her a reassuring grin just as Myron was escorted into the tent. “Well, I hope my sisters have treated you well.”

“I’ll be sure to inform my liege of your hospitality,” sneered Myron.

“Good.” Areyn held out the scroll and a small leather pouch for her to take. “Please take these to your Sovereign.”

Myron nodded prior to taking the items. She didn’t know what angered her more... The fact that she was amongst her sworn enemies and couldn’t do a damn thing or being used as a common messenger by her own liege. I’m a MAGE for gods sakes!

With their discussion at an end Areyn then leaned back in her chair and said, “Once she’s escort out of the camp return her weapons.”

“Yes, my queen.” the guards replied in unison.

“And Myron,” Areyn added, “safe journey.”

“The sovereign thanks you for your kindness.” Myron responded mechanically before following them out.

Areyn observed her leaving guest while finishing off her drink. “Don’t worry Lucia,” she assured pouring herself another, “in the end it all works out.”

Lucia gave her an acknowledging nod.

Akshan spoke up next, “This was a good day.”

“It always is when one lives to see the next,” Areyn finished with a broad grin.

MEETINGS

Clad in an enchanted blue armor that seemed to shimmer when looked upon was Quinn. And on her chest plate was the familiar Silver Dragon image, a generous gift from an ecstatic Goddess of War on her fifth anniversary of being sovereign. A swift kick to her sparring partner’s chest sent the man flying. After executing a back flip as to distance herself from him she taunted, “Dion, you’re getting soft.”

The battered fighter leapt to his feet and swung his sword in a chaotic manner towards her head. She easily deflected the blows with her sword and countered with a reverse horizontal strike. Her razor sharp blade sliced into his gut, spilling blood and intestines onto the cobblestone ground beneath them. Dion groaned in pain then tried desperately to put his intestines back into his body, but it was to no avail.

“You dishonor me Dion!” Quinn sneered before adding. “Fleecing from MY Corinth for THAT you shall be made an example of!”

Meanwhile observing the sparing from the sidelines with intrigued curiosity was a silent paladin wearing polished bronze armor. Draped over his broad shoulders was a brilliant, red cape that fell to his lower thighs. Jevin was head of security as well as his liege’s closest friend.

His Almond shaped eyes with golden iris’ and reddish-brown skin were the unique traits of the Niabian race. He sported a trimmed goatee, which added to his chiseled features and his shoulder length wavy brown hair had been pulled back into a tight ponytail. Attached to his side was a ‘Bastard Sword of Searing’. This magical blade would inflict double damage by searing through an opponent’s flesh and hindering the healing process by two fold.

“Crucify him.” Quinn said to the awaiting paladin while wiping Dion’s blood from her sword’s unique blade. “Display his innards for all to see.”

“Aye, my liege.” Responded Jevin who then pointed towards two nearby guards as to carry the suffering traitor. “Lads take him and follow me.”

Sibyl had witnessed this horrible scene with disgust from a balcony above and secretly prayed that the God Vidar would take him soon. Nonetheless it seemed that the Underworld God had yet again ignored her pleas. Why do I even bother? She scolded herself for being emotional towards a man who was guilty as sin, but he didn’t deserve a horrid death such as this.

“My liege could be the sweetest person with a heart of gold,” she sighed to the wind, “then transforms into this monster the next.” This instantaneous change was what scared her the most till this day.

~~~ # ~~~

“ENTER!” Quinn called out.

As Myron entered into the bathing chamber she soon noticed that the sovereign was relaxing in a warm sub-level bath. And abruptly cleared her throat upon observing her liege’s nakedness through the clear ripples of the water. “My liege.”

“Myron,” Quinn greeted while climbing out of the pool. She then moved over to a bench to dry off and slipped into a silk robe that had been laid there prior. “I hope you brought good news.”

“Of course.” Myron nodded then handed her the scroll and leather pouch. “I arrived just as the battle between Spiridon and the amazons ended.”

Quinn took the offered items, “And?” After entering into her bedchamber she then had a seat at her desk as to inspect her unexpected gifts.

“They won of course. The damned ogre fell for the weak flank tactic.”

Quinn’s brow perked up.

“Her elite guard came in from the rear and slaughtered them all. Queen Areyn held Spiridon’s severed head as I approached.”

Once she opened the pouch Quinn dumped its contents into her hand and recognized the Menzotarian noble ring with the letter S stamped into it. The evening rays were shimmering off the intricate silver carvings as she held the ring up for inspection. “Awe... a beautiful sight indeed. One down and the others shall soon follow,” she purred in delight before breaking the scroll’s wax seal. “Did they treat you well?”

“Yes, my liege.”

#

#

“Good news, my liege?”

“Grand indeed,” drawled Quinn.

~~~ # ~~~

Two weeks had passed since then and a restless Quinn was in the process of enjoying a fine meal with her generals when a sudden feeling of being watched overcame her. She casually listened to their drunken’ banter of battles past a few moments longer before finishing off her wine then excusing herself.

After exiting the large dinning room she ascended five large flights of stairs. She stealthy traversed down the vast hall that led towards her bedchambers where a pair of stationary guards stood watch. “No one’s to disturb me!” Quinn said in passing just as they acknowledged her with a salute.

“Yes, my liege!”

Moving shadows filled the candle lit room. Just as Quinn stepped into her bedchambers she felt another’s presence and took in the room with caution. Once she had noticed a new scroll that now lay upon her desk the sovereign lowered her defenses a notch and addressed her hidden guest. “What I would like to know is how YOU got passed MY guards?”

“Just like you,” Areyn finally spoke up, “I possess many skills.”

As Quinn turned towards the feminine voice a dark clad individual armed with a sword upon their back stepped out from the shadows and into the light. “Forgive me,” she said to her honored guest then respectfully bowed her head, “I wasn’t expecting a QUEEN in MY personal chambers.”

Areyn was removing her cloth mask when she laughed, “And I’m a Freian virgin.”

“Nay, but one could only hope.” Quinn chuckled at the thought before flirting back. “Nonetheless we could always use our imaginations if need be.”

“My-my is the sovereign actually flirting with her enemy?”

“Let’s just say that I’ve always desired the one that got away.” Quinn said in reflection while leisurely walking around the gorgeous woman before her. As her eyes lavished over the beauty’s body she took in all Queen Areyn’s natural curves. Beauty and bronze. Possessing a dominant nature and all she preferred her lovers shorter than herself. And this lovely lady was just right.

“So,” mused Areyn, “I’m the LONE one that got away huh?”

Quinn nodded.

“Well, I guess I should feel honored to be that lucky gal.”

“You should lass,” a stimulated Sovereign smirked. “Now to answer your prior question... I don’t consider you my enemy.”

“Then what do you consider me as?” wondered Areyn out of curiosity.

Quinn inhaled her soft scent of lavender and musk combo and grew aroused by the familiar pair with each passing moment. “Let’s just...” she replied with all knowing smirk, “say a disgruntled ally in need of reassurance.”

“Oh really?”

“And soon to be my equal,” she whispered into an ear before conveying seductively, “and quite possibly my next lover.”

“Well...” An amused Areyn was unfazed by the pointed comment considering that she had a prior experience with the sovereign’s techniques of seduction. “STUD before we release our carnal desires on one another. We must first discuss the terms of our allegiance.”

“Business before pleasure... I like that in a lass.” Quinn laughed. “So, where do you want to discuss OUR partnership?”

“Come with me.”

“Aye,” a mischievous smirk grew on Quinn’s face, “that would be an honor indeed.”

Areyn chuckled as well, “I walked into that one didn’t I?”

“Afraid so lass. Afraid so.”

~~~ # ~~~

A large teleportation gate opened on the outskirts of the city of Therese. The newly reacquainted Monarchs stepped out and silently rode up to a large building lined with colorful lantern’s that illuminated the perimeter of the ‘The Rose Glem Cabaret’. A rhythmic tune resonated out from the busy establishment’s open windows drawing in all those within earshot of it. Ultimately the pair came to a halt before it and dismounted. Each then handed their reins as well as a gold coin to an awaiting stable hand who’d promptly guided their horses towards a nearby stable.

The cloaked duo passed by a contented customer and made their way inside the lowly lit room. They observed a tall brunette dressed in a skimpy princess gown swaying to the rhythmic music that filled the cabaret. She began to undress her attire on the long stage in the shape of the letter T. Once the erotic dancer had flung her sheer top into the crowd the enthralled audience of horny men grew ecstatic with catcalls and whistles.

A voluptuous brunette wearing a skimpy dress that barely covered her assets spied the monarchs as they lowered their hoods. Her eyes lit up as she made a bee-line towards them. Tris Rose was her name and she was the proud owner of this fine establishment. “Greetings, Sovereign.” She greeted upon recognizing one of her most esteemed clients. “It’s been awhile.”

“Aye,” Quinn grinned, “it has.”

“Too long.”

“I know...” nodded Quinn, “been a bit busy my friend.” She then turned to her silent partner, “And you should know of my companion.”

“It’s nice to meet you Highness,” Tris responded with a bow. “It’s a pleasure to have someone of your stature in my humble establishment.”

“And you,” Areyn countered as she took in the cabaret. Her heart raced upon observing the nude dancer leaning back and gyrating herself towards one lucky customer. “Interesting place you have here.”

“Thank you,” a proud Tris glowed. “Entertaining the lonely souls of Kladon is my specialty.”

“I see that.”

Recognizing the awed look that was upon her overtly tense companion’s face as one she herself had when first entering this establishment so long ago. “Relax,” Quinn whispered, “and enjoy the scenery.”

Areyn gave her a lopsided grin. She’d heard whispers about places such as these, houses of ill repute they would say. It wasn’t as if the female body offended her, far from it. The natural curves that graced the glorious form of a woman were a sight to behold in her book. Alas, her mind reflected back to her years of training that helped mold her into the queen she was now. And ultimately realized that there really wasn’t time for such carnal hungers as this. “Maybe one day,” she murmured to herself, “one day.”

“Excuse me?” inquired Quinn.

“Oh, it was nothing.”

“This way please.” Tris gestured and led them through the maze of customers to a secluded table in a shadowy corner reserved only for her most esteemed clientele. “Will this do?”

“It’s grand.” Quinn thanked and made herself comfortable in the corner chair. As she waited for Areyn to have a seat on her left she said, “A pitcher of your best ale if you please.”

“Of course Sovereign,” Tris flashed her a grin, “Highness.”

“So, lovely lady...” Quinn wondered playfully, “do you come here often?”

“I’m afraid I don’t.”

“Well... You should. One needs to let their hair down at times and just enjoy life.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“I usually go to Tris’ other cabaret located outside Corinth.” Quinn said with a smirk, adding. “It’s twice the size of this one and has an attached inn to it that one can relive any tensions they may have.”

“Interesting,” Areyn nodded and mentally chastised herself for inquiring of a relaxing establishment for their discussions. “I’ll be sure to add it to my itinerary once this damned warring ends.”

Glancing over at her now blushing companion Quinn thoroughly enjoyed the queen’s reaction upon entering an establishment such as this. One that she’d give anything to see again.

“Here you go.” Tris came back with two mugs and the requested pitcher then sat them on the table. “Enjoy!”

“Cheers!” Quinn said abruptly and handed her ten gold coins. “Tris, keep the pitchers coming if you please.”

“Will do, Sovereign.”

Areyn watched as the madam took the offered coins then left them to their own accord. She was finally alone with the sovereign, in a cabaret no doubt. Part of her was wary of this public meeting. Yet, her other half had faith in the Great Mother Gaia and the new path that lay ahead of her. Bless it be oh, Great Mother. And had a sip from her ale before suggesting, “If we’re going to be allies we might as well drop with the formalities.”

“Aye then,” nodded Quinn, “where do you want to start?”

~~~ # ~~~

Three hours later, a foundation was finally made for the union of their empires. And with the weight of running their perspective empires temporally lifted, they settled back to enjoy the live entertainment before them.

“I recommend you not to drink anymore,” Akshan advised in a voice that was only meant for his mistress’ ear. He had observed them prior drinking at least 20 mugs between the two. “You’ve had your limit on alcohol.”

“Oh...” Areyn belched. “Excuse me. I do believe that you’re right.”

“May I ask who you’re talking too?” inquired Quinn as she scanned the area around them.

“Oh!” Areyn realized whom and unsheathed her blade a bit. “It’s my sword.”

“Ach.” Quinn vocalized while her eyes focused in on the gleaming blade between them. “A talking blade?” she said in surprise and kicked herself for not paying more attention as she should.

“Yes,” Areyn purred while resting a hand upon its hilt, “introduce yourself Akshan.”

“It’s an honor to meet you Sovereign,” greeted Akshan before introducing himself, “I am the Majestic Blade of Akshan. Please call me Akshan.”

“Akshan.” The sovereign’s brow perked up upon hearing the familiar name. One that was heard from bard’s tales and casual whispers around late night campfires. “It’s a rare blade indeed.”

“I am.”

Areyn added with a lopsided grin, “He is.”

“Interesting... so, tell me Areyn.” After quickly downing the last of her ale Quinn leaned in closer. “Do you have a consort?”

“Nope.” the Amazon Queen shook her head then hiccupped. “Excuse me. I haven’t found that SPECIAL person.” And soon realized that the tasty ale she had consumed earlier had finally caught up with her. As she pushed her half-full mug away she felt her inhibitions fading fast. Get a hold of yourself! She didn’t know what turned her on more, the close proximity of Quinn or the dark ruler’s damned Eyre accent. What am I thinking? “Last rumors I heard...” she tried to think back, but her mind grew scattered. Blessed be! Areyn sighed and at last remembered what she was going to say. “...was that YOU and a cute blond were an item.”

“Sibyl.” Quinn informed before acquiring Areyn’s discarded mug and chugging it. “And I can assure you that she’s just my oracle.” She replied in a slurred voice as the effects of the alcohol had finally caught up with her as well.

“Well, that’s a relief.” Areyn mumbled a bit too loudly and observed Quinn’s raised brow. “Uh... That the rumor was false I mean,” she corrected and abruptly stood up. “Air--I need some air.”

“Yes,” Akshan commented, “you certainly do.”

“I’ll cum with you...” Quinn chuckled at the flustered queen and rose to her unsteady feet, “continue our discussion and stuff.” And as she took a step forward she stumbled into her drinking partner. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

“No problem.” Areyn said after wrapping an arm around Quinn’s waist and proceeded to help guide her out of the cabaret. “Besides it’s time to take you home anyway.”

“I’m grand... really.”

#

And as Akshan was steering the drunken pair towards their destination he noticed that they would gradually migrate in the opposite direction. “The barn is on your right.”

The Amazon Queen nodded, “Gotcha.” She then started towards the stable, but her body seemed to move on its own accord. “Damn.”

“Umm... Mistress you’re going left,” he said. “The barn is right.”

“I’m doing my best with the ground moving and all.” Areyn grumbled back before correcting her course. “Wyvern shite!”

“Areyn,” Quinn whispered, “but I do believe it’s you lass.”

“Well, it sure feels like it.” Struggling to keep her larger companion from falling Areyn griped, “I just wanted to let you know that you’re heavy.”

“It’s all muscle,” Quinn purred with pride. “Would you like to see?”

“It’s okay, I believe you.”

“Be careful, there’s a water trough on your left.” Akshan warned and realized that it may be beneficial for them as well. “Well, the water IS cold enough to sober you two up.”

“I don’t think so,” muttered Areyn. She then thanked the Great Mother that she had somehow managed to bypass the obstacle, open the door with her foot then steer them into the barn. “Quinn,” she said while leaning her against a stall door, “I want you to stay here.”

Quinn nodded her reply as her hooded, lust filled eyes roamed over the beauty before her. Erotic scenarios with a certain Queen filled her mind and she sensually licked her lips in anticipation of what was to come. “Will do.”

“Let me get the horses and then we’ll be on our way.” Areyn said, but was swiftly grabbed from behind and pulled into a hard body. “What are you doing?”

As Quinn’s hand caressed a clothed breast, the other held the beauty tight around her waist. After kissing an exposed neck she then began to lick a trail towards an accessible earlobe. “You want this as much as I do,” she purred and inhaled the soft scent of arousal that was upon the queen. Her voice turned husky and was filled with desire as she spoke, “and I’m willing to bet you’re as turned on as I am.”

Areyn couldn’t believe what she was feeling and not to mention how her body was reacting to the way Quinn was touching her. Yet, her mind wanted to subdue these feelings. “Uh huh,” was all she could say for fear of revealing what it really felt like. “Like I said...”

Quinn paused in her nibbling of a tasty lobe then purred seductively, “That sweet nectar is slowly traveling down your inner thigh.”

“We’ve got to stop this-”

Akshan interrupted with an affirmation, “A wise decision indeed.”

“I can smell your soft, musky scent and I bet it tastes like ambrosia.” Quinn continued to comment before spinning her captive around and pulling her body closer. Once done her moist lips found the queen’s tongue then forcibly entered in search of a partner.

“Hello?” Akshan interrupted. “Time out.”

Areyn’s body gave into its carnal urges that had been denied for way too long and fell into the passionate kiss. Mixed that with the luring smell of Quinn turned her on even more. Her arms snaked around the muscular waist and she pulled her in closer yet.

As the kiss came to an end Quinn heard the disappointed sigh from her partner. “Don’t worry little one,” she mused with a broad grin and picked the startled queen up then tossed her over a shoulder. “The evening’s just begun.”

“HEY!” Areyn protested at being manhandled so, “Put me down this instant!”

“Aye,” replied Quinn with a light smack to her butt, “soon, luv.”

“No fair!” Once Areyn realized that she was being carried up the hayloft above, her heart raced at what was to come. “Quinn?” She felt herself being lowered and turned in time to observe Quinn unhooking her cloak then spreading it over the hay. “We should really...” she started to say, but was silenced by another passionate kiss.

Quinn’s attention was now focused on undressing the queen in between kisses. She needed to taste this beauty to feel her flesh upon hers. This need was greater than any she had for another. And once she had removed an article of clothing the sovereign would then toss it nonchalantly over a shoulder.

“... but in the barn?”

After hushing another protest with a kiss she whispered, “Let yourself go.”

“Mistress,” reminded Akshan, “there’s still time to stop this.”

“Akshan...” Areyn said while unbuckling her partner’s leathers and discarding them to the side.

“Yes, Mistress?”

“Will...” Areyn kicked off her boots then began to divest Quinn of her pants, “you...”

“Will you what?”

Just then the kissing pair paused enough to snap, “BE QUIET!”

“As you wish, then.”

Quinn moved in for a searing kiss that would blow any control she had out the window. Her soul ached to become one with this breathtaking woman. Never had she felt this way towards another as she did with Areyn. With their eyes locked on one another she guided her onto the soft cloak and lowered herself onto the queen.

~~~ # ~~~

Sibyl awoke with a start and soon realized that she was in her bedchambers. An intimate scene had just transpired before her minds eye of her liege having passionate sex with the Amazon Queen. She abruptly sat up, wiped the sweat from her brow and released a breath she had unbeknownst held in. Disheartened by the sight of them together she climbed out of bed then moved over to the balcony for some needed fresh air. This wasn’t what she had meant by uniting them.

“Why are my visions taunting me so?” She questioned the stars above. “I know the alliance between the two empires is a wise one. I’ve seen the fall of the emperor from it. But this...”

“Well, maybe it’s because you’ve seen a love different than your own.”

“Oh, gods I’m coveting another!” A startled Sibyl then spun around to find the owner of the disembodied voice. “Who... said that?”

“I did.” There was a bright flash of light and the Goddess of Fertility appeared. She stared at the mortal for a moment before responding, “Love is love. As long as your true to your heart that’s all that matters.”

Sibyl recognized the god immediately, “Freya!” Dropping to her knees in reverence to her deity she said in awe, “It’s an honor to be in your presence Mistress. Forgive my error.”

“My child there’s no need for forgiveness. It was a simple misunderstanding. Now rise.” Freya gestured when she felt the mortal’s soul radiating a familiar essence. “You and I are alike.”

“Uh...” wondering what the goddess had meant Sibyl climbed to her wobbly feet, “excuse me?”

“We are guided by our hearts.”

“Oh yes, Mistress!” Her eyes widened and she latched onto the balcony’s railing as to steady herself. “Although some say that’s a weakness.”

“Depends on your perspective,” she said in amusement and noticed the nervousness upon the poor girl, “Relax Sibyl. Breath.”

Sibyl relaxed as much as one would being in the presence of ones deity and all. She took in a calming breath and wondered, “Mistress what do you need of me?”

“I seek your help in a small matter...”

~~~ # ~~~

As the sounds of raw unbridled lovemaking continued from the hayloft above the Amazon Queen’s body shook from achieving yet another orgasm, which counted four so far. Her body ached with pleasure. A guttural moan escape from Areyn’s lips just as her body rode out a series of small tremors. When she suddenly felt the floodgates lower thus releasing more of the delicious nectar her body had created for her experienced lover.

Quinn blissfully lapped up her luscious reward, until nothing was left. The sweet taste lingered upon her tongue as she kissed a trail over Areyn’s tight abdomen and gave each nipple a quick peck before reaching a set of luscious lips then began to outline them as well. With her body now exhausted Quinn wrapped the thick cloak tightly around their bodies.

They both lay spent. Intertwined in the protective arms of other as the sweet scent of their lovemaking lingered in the loft around them. Clothes lay scattered all around them while their weapons leaned against a bale of hay at arm lengths away. With their hunger for the other satiated for the moment the lovers patiently waited as their bodies succumbed to sleep.

Neither were aware that a silent voyeur watched their every move from the rafters above. A dark brown falcon with a splash of gray on its chest observed them a moment longer before taking flight. Leaving the only evidence of its presence, a single brown feather as it floated gently towards the ground.

#

Come dawn, the sound of an obnoxious rooster shattered the still morning and signaled the beginning of a new day. The early rays of dawn heated the lovers’ naked skin causing them to snuggle closer yet. As moments passed each slowly began to awake from their peaceful slumber nestled in the arms of the other.

Areyn soon awoke with a pounding headache. “Troll’s tits!” She groaned before squinting her eyes from the glare of the bright sun. “What the?”

“Morning, sunshine.” a bushy eyed Quinn greeted.

“Huh?” yawned Areyn, “Yeah... right.” Upon recognizing the seductive voice then feeling a warm body atop hers she uttered. “Quinn?”

“Aye?”

Her eyes adjusted enough to make out a very naked sovereign who at the moment had a sly grin from ear to ear. Areyn vocalized, “Oh my!” And as common sense slapped her upside the head she spoke up hesitantly, “Did we?”

“Aye, we did luv.” Quinn purred with delight before kissing her softly on the lips. “You should’ve told me.”

“Told you what?”

Quinn gave her lover a ‘you know what I’m talking about’ stare, “You know...”

“Oh...” Areyn’s eyes grew wide upon realizing what she had meant, “OH!”

Quinn read this unexpected reaction and quirked a brow up, “On ‘bout?”

“I really didn’t think that it was wise to advertise our alliance-”

A look of regret overcame Quinn’s features and the thought of her not being involved made her ill. “Begods!” she started to mutter, “I thought our little meeting was a heads up...”

“It was...” Areyn silenced her by placing a finger upon Quinn’s lips and assuring, “but at the time I just thought I’d deal with it on my own.” Her heart ached at seeing this pained look coming from her lover. “And I did.”

“So I hear.”

And to hear it from her added a sting to it. “You had every right to know,” she said honestly, “I‘m sorry... for not informing you of my plans prior.” Areyn averted her eyes, “I should’ve sent word to you-”

“Aye,” Quinn interrupted not letting her lady off that easily, “that would’ve be wise indeed considering that I‘m your consort and all.”

“I know... I know.”

“Am I that lowly to forget?”

“NO!” she uttered at the mere thought of it, “Far from it. You’re always in my heart--its just that at times when my minds so focused on something I may inadvertently overlook something. I’m only human after all.”

“This is true.” Quinn acknowledged with a toothy grin. “And a fine specimen I might add.”

“You think so?”

Quinn leaned in for a kiss, “I know so.”

“Well, my entire being feels good right now,” she added after their soul melting kiss. “Well,” she thought about it again, “I wish I would’ve told you though. I really am sorry.”

“Its grand, really. I was just a bit worried as a good consort should,” Quinn enlightened knowing full well that she couldn’t stay mad at her for long. “And you’re forgiven luv,” she secured then gave her a reassuring kiss. “Really.”

“Your sure?”

“No more talk of it.” Quinn added with a kiss. “What’s done is done,” another kiss, “understand?”

Areyn gave her a nod and flashed her a grin.

“I do believe that this scenario was by far the best--I hope I didn’t wear you out too much.”

“You didn’t and it was.”

“Done deal then.” Quinn affirmed while climbing off her soft pillow. “Better get up luv.” She then helped her beautiful lady up and proceeded to dress. “We have a busy day ahead of us.”

“How can you be so perky?”

“I am?” chuckled Quinn.

“Yes,” Areyn drawled as she too followed suit. “You drank as much as I did--so how?”

A grinning Quinn lured her lady into another intimate embrace. This feels so right. “I know, but let’s not forget that YOU worked it COMPLETELY off ME.” She enlightened with pride then pulled her in for a searing kiss that left both breathless. “Now where were we?”

Moments passed and a few stolen kisses later, both were finally dressed and ready for their journeys back to their perspective empires. Amidst flirtatious comments the affectionate duo readied their horses before casually leading them out of the barn.

“I do believe,” Quinn stated as she was mounting her steed, “that an official ceremony for the unification of our two empires is needed.”

“Very well,” Areyn agreed then repeated her companion’s actions. “When?”

“In two weeks.”

“All right.”

Quinn moved along side her, leaned over and passionately kissed her goodbye. “Until then M’lady,” she said before nudging her steed forward.

As Areyn watched Quinn riding off she waved, “Safe journey!”

“I may have misjudged her,” Akshan spoke up. “Perhaps I should keep an open mind-”

“That would be wise indeed.” A grinning Amazon Queen placed a reassuring hand upon her sword’s hilt, “For she’s my heart’s desire.”

HOME AGAIN

“HAIL, TO THE SOVEREIGN!”

Quinn tipped her glass towards her toasting subjects before finishing off her wine in one swallow. She waited until a young wine maiden stepped forward, dutifully refilled her glass and stepped back before decreeing, “Open the borders adjacent to the Amazon’s territory. I want ALL trade routes with them to commence immediately.”

“But...” a middle-aged man with beady dark eyes stepped forward to voice his objections. “My liege?”

Turning an icy glare towards her lowly treasurer who’d been under her service for over five years now and snarled, “What is it Tiberius?”

“How can we trust these wild women?”

“Tiberius, who runs this empire?”

“My liege, y-you d-do.”

“Who determines what’s best for it?”

“My liege, you do.”

“And who decides if you shall live or DIE?”

Tiberius swallowed hard, “My liege, you do.”

“Until further notice,” Quinn began just as a devious punishment for her ever-vocal treasurer came to mind, “your salary is surrendered to the city’s orphanage.”

“B-b-but...” Tiberius caught himself from protesting further and really upsetting his leader. “My liege, forgive me.”

“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood.” Quinn remarked before adding. “Does anyone else want to question MY decisions?” Silence was her reply. “Aye then.” she affirmed. “I suggest that we should get on with it for we’ve only two weeks to get everything in order for the ceremony.”

Everyone around her replied, “Yes, my liege!”

Pleased with their response Quinn gave them a nod and continued with her fine meal before her. She soon observed from the corner of an eye that Sibyl was picking at her food. Then it dawned on her that the oracle had been introverted ever since she’d returned and inquired, “What is it Oracle? Does the food not satisfy you?”

“No, my liege.”

“Then what is it lass?”

Sibyl kept her eyes on her plate, “It’s a personal issue.”

“Very well, we’ll talk about it after dinner.”

“Yes, my liege.”

~~~ # ~~~

Lounging in one of the numerous hot springs that Ephesus’ was famous for was Areyn. She was soaking her worries away while she waited for Kali return, and thought back to earlier when she awoke with Quinn’s body upon hers. A satisfying grin played on her features as she replayed that night in her head.

As Kali climbed into the large spring she made herself comfortable across from her best friend. “YOU DID WHAT?”

“I said...” Areyn leaned her head back, “we revealed ourselves. Okay... here’s the lowdown,” she began her story. “We went to a cabaret to discuss the terms of our alliance.”

“Uh huh.”

“Everything was perfect,” Areyn explained, “Had a foundation and everything. All we had to do is write it up.” She took in a breath before continuing. “We talked a bit. Watched the dancers. Talked some more. Watched the dancers and between all that--we drank like fishes.” she revealed finally. “And we ended up in the barn.”

“….”

“What?”

“Considering that the emperor’s eyes and ears are vast indeed. Do you think it’s wise to expose yourselves like that?”

“Perhaps...” Areyn shrugged. “Perhaps not.”

“Aren’t you a bit worried?”

“Not really... We’re already targets as it is--why not add another thing to our lists. You know?”

“Well, I can’t believe you actually did it! Let alone in a cabaret” A flabbergasted Kali exclaimed. “Alas it was to happen sooner or later I suppose. And how does it feel?”

“Feels good,” Areyn thought back, “it’s like a weight’s been lifted.”

THE REALITY OF IT ALL

Sibyl was silently observing the gorgeous sunset from her balcony. She was deep in thought as she waited for her lover to arrive. “Why must everything be so complicated?” she sighed, “and why can’t I keep my big, mouth shut? He obvious doesn’t want to know how I feel.”

“Oh,” Jevin whispered just his arms wrapped around her waist, “please tell me.”

The startled oracle spun around and was face to face with the person in question. She hesitated momentarily. It’s now or never. “Jevin,” she swallowed hard before confessing, “I’m falling for you. I mean...” gathering all her courage and grinned nervously. “I love you.” She finally told him. Please feel the same way... oh please.

“Now that’s an interesting dilemma...” Jevin pulled her into a tight embrace. “I didn’t expect this,” kissing her on the forehead, “Sibyl, do you know what love is?”

“Yes.” Sibyl nodded while searching his eyes for the love that she knew was there. “I feel it when I’m with you,” she revealed. “And sometimes, I can even see it in your eyes.”

“You think so?”

“Deep down...” Sibyl caressed his cheek, “it’s there. I can feel it.” She then pulled him in for a passionate kiss. “Can you feel it?”

“Oh, I feel something...”

DARK SIDE OF A MAGE

Iakoboi was observing the civilians of Menzotaro as they went about their lowly lives in HIS majestic city from the safety of his balcony. He knew this nation had grown stronger from his rule and reflected back on the day he laid claim to its throne so many winters ago.

#

It was 12 years earlier that Iakoboi had been fleeing from his homeland of Bjaring to the southeastern isles aboard ‘The Sea Witch’ when a giant squid attacked it. The ship was literally torn apart and its crew scavenged upon by the local carnivores. While a unconscious mage who’d somehow survived the assault was carried of by a strong current to a nearby landmass of Eustas’.

Iakoboi awoke a few days later in a fisherman’s abode that he’d later befriend. Days grew into weeks and his body strengthened more every day. To past the time the old fisherman told intriguing stories of a nearby cavern city of Menzotaro inhabited by Siraj’s.

The day came when he was seduced by the aura of magic that radiated from the mountain range. Realizing that a sickly ogre mage ruled it he came up with a devious plan to overthrow the ruler and make the city his. Considering that he wasn’t a physical type of person his plan required the use of all his magical abilities to date.

To elevate any witnesses Iakoboi brutally murdered the fisherman without a second thought and turned his attention to the ruler. During one of his numerous journeys through the city he found the ogre’s weakness for a certain giant black panther named Melchior. When not in the company of his master the big cat was known to roam the city in search of its next meal. And this was the weak link he so desired. After exterminating the real cat prior Iakoboi then morphed himself into the ogre’s favorite pet and waltzed right into the castle. No one was the wiser. Once inside he waited until its master was fast asleep before tearing out the ruler’s jugular and swallowing his heart whole.

#

A sly smirk formed upon the mage’s face as he thought back to that glorious day. His rags to riches story so to speak. “Spiridon, you arrogant bastard...” he grumbled, “underestimating those natives.”

“Excuse me, Emperor.”

“Yes, Bertók?”

The paladin stepped onto the balcony and held out a scroll, “I thought you’d find this interesting.”

“Very well.” Iakoboi took the offered item, unrolled it then quickly read over the official document. “Ahh... there seems to be a celebration between the two empires,” he commented with a sneer. “An alliance between the sovereign and the queen--how touching. Seems the Amazon Queen has finally fallen for Quinn’s seductions as well. Interesting.”

“With the two realms allying-”

“We don’t stand a chance?” Iakoboi finished then turned to face his second. “Far from that, Bertók. Emotions are weaknesses,” he commented. “Arrogance is Quinn’s and with that we have a kink in her precious armor.”

Bertók scoffed at the very thought, “The sovereign has emotions?”

“She’s a full-fledged woman is she not?”

“Of course.”

“No matter what you pretend to be,” lectured the emperor, “the truth is the same my friend. An emotional species they are, and therefore weak. MALES are superior to females.”

Bertók nodded in agreement.

“Give them some rights and they get delusions of grandeur!” Iakoboi spat in disgust. “And in reality they’re only good for procreation and serving OUR needs.”

“Of course, Emperor.”

“And I do believe that I have the perfect gift for the celebration.”

LET THE CEREMONY BEGIN

The celebrating city was decorated in the allying empires colors, red for Corinth and green for Ephesus. The day of the alliance was finally at hand and the festivities had already begun for the long awaited union between the empires. Citizens of all ages were showing their spirit by greeting the arriving Amazons at the main road that led to the sovereign’s castle.

Standing at attention along the edges of the boulevard were Corinthian guards clad in polished bronze armor that glistened in the late afternoon Sun. Men-at-arms meanwhile were regularly patrolling the cheering crowds and making sure that the city’s guests weren’t too rowdy and all.

~~~ # ~~~

Sibyl was modeling the gown inside Quinn’s bedchambers. One that her liege had made especially for her. The crimson silk she wore hugged her curves and accented her assets. This sleeveless gown had an oval cut upon the chest as to reveal more of her cleavage. Its length was cut to her knees, slits ran along each of her shapely thighs and upon her feet were wraparound sandals.

“Sakura has outdone herself yet again,” the sovereign revealed with a grin, “remind me to double her pay.” A regal Quinn meanwhile was clad in her shimmering armor. Draped over her broad shoulders was a matching cape, which fell to the back of her lower thighs and her sword as always was readied at her side.

“Yes,” a blush overcame the oracle’s features, “my liege.” Sibyl brought over a velvet pillow that her liege’s diadem sat upon.

“Cheers.” Quinn thanked lifting the golden crown and placing it upon her head. This simple task sent shivers down her back as well as tiny goose bumps on her exposed skin. Her body tingled from an inner power that flowed through her veins. This raw essence radiated out, giving anyone standing close enough a taste of her quintessence. The Vanquisher of Nations and the Lord of Eyre formed the majestic sovereign.

Yet her mind wondered to the strange feelings that she’d been experiencing as of lately. She never questioned her motives nor had she ever second-guessed herself, but here she was. Be it her partner that she must now protect all costs or the emperor’s twisted plans for domination. Her duties as sovereign dictated this.

She stood there a moment longer reflecting on this when she heard her trumpeters sounding the arrival of the amazons. “Remember this day Sibyl,” Quinn avowed, “this’ll be the beginning of the end for the emperor.”

~~~ # ~~~

Everyone in the procession was dressed in his or her required ceremonial masks and wardrobes by order of the queen. Two elite guards with black bracers rode ahead, followed by seven more riders in a V shape formation. Next was Areyn, her regent and captain. Flanking them were two paladins and behind them seven royal guards with blue bracers then a second duo of paladins bringing up the rear.

Areyn was torn between protecting her empire or her very soul. She’d seen a horrific vision of a realm ruled by the tyrant Iakoboi three weeks prior. One filled with ruin, suffering and death. With the remnants of her visions still haunting her to this day Areyn was suddenly brought from her thoughts by the sounds of cheering. And as she took in the large city around she whispered, “Nice city.”

“Many wars have been fought for its ownership.” Akshan enlightened, adding. “I personally have experienced one such battle.”

“Who was it?”

“Lord William.”

“Ah... the Dark Ruler,” she voiced glancing back at her troupe, “look alive my brothers and sisters.”

They responded in unison, “Yes, my queen!”

Areyn was dressed in her battle armor with a black cape swathe behind her. She was taking in all the nearby sights and sounds of Corinth while riding atop a white mare in the center of the procession. “Mother, give me strength.” she whispered listening in amusement as the cheering citizens hollered their greetings of kindness.

“Little one,” Anitra breathed into an ear, “you have my strength as well as my heart.”

“Thank you, Mother.” Areyn acknowledged just as her procession came to a halt in a decorated courtyard. When she suddenly felt the voyeuristic eye on her person and scanned the large courtyard for its. Quinn. She observed as everyone patiently waited for her to dismount first before following suit. She did so and from a corner of her eye noted that a team of stable hands were approaching. She then handed the reins to an awaiting elite guard and said, “Take three, help them settle the horses in and meet up with us later.”

“Yes, my queen.”

Jevin was first to approach and respectfully bowed his head. “Welcome to Corinth, Highness.”

“Thank you,” she responded politely, “for having us.”

“My name is Jevin,” the paladin informed. “I’m the sovereign’s head of security.”

The Amazon Queen’s overly protective guards surrounded her in the same V formation as before. While Areyn’s close friends took their places on either side then waited for her to take the first step. “Well, then...” she introduced, “Jevin meet Kali, my regent.”

“Ma’am.”

Kali nodded, “Jevin.”

“And this is Lucia,” Areyn gestured towards her captain, “Captain of my elite guard.”

He nodded, “Captain.”

Lucia acknowledged him with a simple nod.

“The sovereign awaits, your Highness.” Jevin said then led them further into the courtyard. “This way please.”

A seated Quinn was observing her guests when flashes of hot, sweaty, unbridled lovemaking with the most gorgeous woman around overwhelmed her mind. A lustful smirk formed. She caught a glimpse of a nervous Sibyl taking in the sight of the regal Amazons. “Relax.”

Sibyl nodded and followed her liege’s eyes to a certain Amazon Queen. The look upon Quinn’s face was one dreams were made from and it overjoyed her to think that it was finally directed towards someone of her caliber.

Standing to the left of the throne was Myron. Her eyes lingered on Quinn for a moment before affixing on the oracle. Making frivolous treaties with the enemy. Where did the bloodthirsty vanquisher go? An emotionless mask quickly moved over the mage’s features just as she turned her attention back to their royal guests.

Areyn recognized the all too familiar look that her consort had when they were in the barn. Glad that her ceremonial mask had effectively covered the grin that had grown at the mire sight of Quinn. Halting her sisters with a wave of a hand the Amazon Queen stood before the Vanquisher of Nations. Truly a beautiful creature, Areyn thought when she glanced over at the blond on her consort’s right then slowly turned to the enigmatic Myron. Keep an eye on that one... seems to be hiding something. And finally, her eyes locked with a charismatic gray.

“Your Highness,” Quinn rose gracefully from her throne and bowed towards her guests, “welcome to Corinth.”

“My lord,” Areyn signaled for her guards to drop to one knee leaving herself, Kali and Lucia standing. Her friends then in turn respectfully bowed to the sovereign as well. “The nation thanks you for inviting us.”

“And Corinth thanks you for coming.” Quinn said with a broad grin while descending down the stone steps. “I hope your trip went well.”

Areyn observed as her guards parted freeing a path for her consort. She met her halfway, followed by her second and captain. “It did,” she remarked lifting her mask and handing it to Lucia, “thanks for the welcoming committee.”

Quinn took the Amazon Queen’s offered hand and gave it a kiss, “It’s my pleasure.”

“Quinn, this is my regent, Kali.” Areyn introduced her childhood friends. “And my captain, Lucia.” She observed from the corner of an eye as both acknowledged the sovereign with a slight nod.

“Nice to meet you both.” Quinn said flashing them a friendly grin before gesturing to her own. “You’ve met Myron and this is my oracle, Sibyl.”

“Myron.”

“Highness.”

Areyn then turned to the oracle, “A pleasure to meet you Sibyl.”

Sibyl bowed, “Nice to meet you, Highness.”

~~~ # ~~~

“Sign here, my liege and here.” Sibyl observed as her liege signed the treaty then passed it back. She then slid the documents before the queen, “Highness, please sign underneath Sovereign Quinn’s signature.”

“All right.” Areyn nodded before jotting down her name next to Quinn’s. “Done deal then.”

Sibyl signed her own name down as a witness, rolled each scroll up then kept one and handed the other to the amazon regent. “Here you go.”

As Kali took the offered document she gave her a polite grin, “Thank you.”

Sibyl blushed upon noticing the admiring look from Jevin. “You’re welcome.”

“It’s official!” Quinn rose to her feet. “The empires have united and I do believe that there’s a feast waiting for us in the dining hall.” She announced then gestured towards the room in question. “Let the celebration begin!”

#

Much later, Quinn kicked back yet another goblet of wine and sat it upon the small table next to a large bowl of fruit that had been placed between herself and the queen. Picking a plump grape from the bowl she plopped it into her mouth then slowly began to chew it while listening to Sibyl’s fairy tale as it came to an end.

“And that is how Cain the immortal son of Rowan became a hero and legend to all,” a grinning Sibyl finished. The room grew to an uproar as clapping and cheering echoed around her. She blushed bowing to her contented audience, “Thank you, all!”

“Quinn, now I know why you’ve kept that wonderful creature with you for this long.” Areyn remarked with a grin. She watched as an ecstatic Sibyl approached and once again found her place on the sovereign’s left. “She possesses many talents.”

“That she does.”

“A spirit filled with creativity!” Akshan expressed before cheering. “BRAVO! BRAVO!”

“She is.” Quinn affirmed with a grin while glancing down at the Amazon’s sheathed blade.

“It’s an honor to meet you Sibyl.” The sword greeted then introduced itself. “I am the Majestic Blade of Akshan. Please call me Akshan.”

“Nice to meet you Akshan.”

“Sibyl,” Areyn returned the grin and lifted her goblet to the oracle. “I’m honored to have heard your enchanting tale.”

“Thank you, Highness.”

“Your story was very creative,” Akshan spoke up next. “Thank you, for sharing your talent with us.”

Sibyl blushed, “Thank you.”

“So, Quinn...” Areyn remarked while scanning the room, “I haven’t seen your second around.”

“Myron hates functions such as these,” Quinn said taking another sip. “She’s leading a surprise maneuver with my troops. Keeps them on their toes, so to speak.”

“Uh huh,” Areyn affirmed glancing over at the oracle. “So, how long have you had Sibyl in your service?”

“Three years now, why?”

She took a ripe strawberry and seductively bit into it, “I just wondered where one would find a woman such as her.”

“After disbanding a group of rebels outside of Teidri.” Quinn grasped Areyn’s wrist and brought the fruit to her own awaiting lips. She finished off the defenseless fruit, amorously sucking the juices from her lady’s fingers and began her story. “Three years ago I came across a young creature working in the fields...”

~~~ # ~~~

~~~ # ~~~

“I see.” Areyn swallowed hard, “Interesting story indeed.”

“Her talents caught my eye of course,” Quinn revealed with a grin, “and I knew then that I had to enlist her.” She then finished her wine in one gulp before observing the wine girl refilling her cup.

Areyn acknowledged with a nod just as she heard her mother’s melodious voice.

“Little one,” Anitra whispered, “we need to talk.”

“Forgive me, Quinn.” Areyn quickly apologized to her drinking companion. “But I must excuse myself from this enchanting affair.”

Raising a worried brow Quinn wondered, “Are you feeling well?”

“I’m fine,” she assured with a gentle grin. “My mother is calling.”

“Very well,” Quinn acknowledged. “I’ll see you soon then.”

~~~ # ~~~

Areyn sat upon the balcony’s ledge and was staring out into a darkened part of the courtyard. Next to her was a beautiful dark-haired Goddess of the Hunt. Dressed in dark green leather armor Anitra’s long hair had been pulled back into a tight braid that draped over one shoulder. “It’s a beautiful evening.”

“Mother, what’s so important?”

“What? Must I need a reason to see my OWN daughter?” Anitra inquired brushing a stray bang from her loving eyes. “Besides, you seemed to be preoccupied anyway.”

“Perhaps,” sighed Areyn while turning her gaze towards the heavens above.

She read her daughter like a book and nudged her in the side, “You know you can tell me anything.”

“Thank you... for giving me this gift of sight, but it can be a curse at times as well.”

“Well, there must be a balance my child.”

“I know... I’ve seen our empires united and the freedom of a creative soul...”

“True.” Anitra acknowledged then placed a reassuring hand upon her shoulder. “Everything has a purpose. No matter if it’s good or bad.”

“What doesn’t kill us, makes us stronger... right?”

“Yes, little one.” The Goddess of the Hunt said before leaning over and kissing her daughter’s cheek. “That is the way.”

“True... but I don’t have to like it.”

“No, but your role in it is vital.” she reminded just as there was soft knock on the door. “You know this.”

“Yes, I know.”

“Go,” Anitra suggested before disappearing in a flash, “and do your part.”

Areyn called out, “Come in!”

“Hello?” Sibyl replied as she stepped into the candle lit room. “Highness, I was told to check on you.”

“I’m out here,” Areyn informed with a gesture. “Come on over.”

“Yes, your Highness.”

Areyn stared at a pulsating star above for a moment longer before wondering, “What do you think about this stalemate?”

“Highness?” a questioning look flashed over Sibyl’s face. “I must say that I’ve never been asked that...”

“Well?”

“Its horrible really. Not knowing when it will end--so many good souls lost--and when a vision of what may be is revealed... Gods it scares the hell out of me.”

Areyn just stared at her blunt honesty.

“Sorry.”

“Relax, Sibyl.” she advised turning to the blond. “And dispense with the formalities when we’re alone.”

“Yes, your Highness--Areyn.”

“So,” Areyn grinned, “does Quinn know of your secret?”

Sibyl swallowed hard, “Pardon?”

“Does she know that you’re in love with her head of security?”

Sibyl blushed, “I don’t know.”

“I’m willing to be she does.”

“Do you think so? We’ve been so careful.”

“I can see that.”

“Well... I hope she won’t be mad because we’re in love and all.”

“I wouldn’t see why she would,” Areyn said. “Anyway if you could have one wish what would it be?”

Sibyl stared into the queen’s unique eyes for a moment longer trying to assess what she had meant. Part of her wanted to confront Areyn about her tryst with the sovereign, but that would be rude. Once she discarded with that idea she focused again on the question at hand.

“Be honest.”

“Peace.”

“Humm... I‘m working on it.”

“I haven’t seen my parents in some time...”

“A vacation then,” Areyn remarked with a grin from ear to ear. “Mind telling Quinn that I’m in a mood for a late night sparring session? Please ask her if she would honor me with the use of her talented body.”

Why is she asking such questions? Sibyl thought before responding. “Yes, Areyn of course.”

“We each have special gifts and sometimes they overlap the other,” Areyn gave her a quick wink. “Don’t worry my friend.”

“All right.”

“I’ll be waiting in the courtyard for you both,” she added before leaping off her perch.

#

A few moments later, Areyn and Kali were waiting in the shadows of the courtyard. They silently observed two Corinthian guards brightening the darken areas of the courtyard by lighting a few extra torches for the subsequent sparing session.

“Don’t worry,” Areyn spoke up first.

“You could get hurt.”

“Well, then I’ll certainly learn from my mistake. Now won’t I?” Areyn remarked playfully. “I’ll be fine.”

“Uh huh.”

“Kali, you seem to worry about me more everyday.” Areyn remarked while raising a brow to her. “Something a Consort would do.”

“True,” Kali blushed at the comment, “but it seems THAT position is already filled.”

Areyn chuckled as soon as she realized whom the elf was talking about. “Quinn.”

The regent grinned.

“Too obvious?”

“Perhaps,” Kali shrugged then playfully nudged her friend in the side, “You guys make a cute couple.”

“Uh huh.” Areyn nudged back.

“Yeah.”

“Well, this will be a first.” A grinning Quinn dressed in black interrupted the duo’s lighthearted banter. “It would be my honor to spar with you M’lady,” she expressed with amusement.

“Thank you.” Areyn acknowledged and returned a broad grin of her own. “Let’s make this session interesting.”

“Go on with you,” Quinn smirked.

“Let’s say if I should win...” Areyn started to say and assessed what she wanted for a moment, “I get whatever I want.”

“All right and if I win... I’ll hand pick 50 of your best elite guard and have them train my men on their techniques.”

“Very well,” Areyn agreed and held out her hand. “You, have yourself a bet.”

“So,” Quinn sealed their deal with a shake of a hand. “What weapons shall we use?”

“It makes no difference.” Areyn shrugged then addressed a silent Sibyl who was moving over to stand next to Kali. “Oracle, choose a weapon.”

“My liege?” Sibyl wondered waiting for her permission.

Quinn nodded.

“Staves, your Highness.”

Quinn glanced over at a nearby guard who’d rushed off to bring the chosen weapons. He came back a moment later with two staves and held them out to her. She then chose one and began to twirl it around. “Are you ready?”

The queen took the remaining one, twisted it in her hands as to feel its balance and replied. “But of course.”

Quinn began her assault with a series of thrusts, left, right, left, right, a horizontal leg swipe and a reverse horizontal head swipe. Areyn meanwhile blocked all the blows, jumped, ducked and released a horizontal leg swipe of her own.

~~~ # ~~~

Myron was observing two large tents as she approached a small camp just outside of Therese. She counted seven Siraj soldiers relaxing around a roasting boar. The mage continued to move stealthily towards the larger of the two tents when she was grabbed from behind and pulled into a tight embrace. “What the?”

“It’s about time you show up.” Bertók growled into an ear and proceeded to drag her into the tent. “The emperor’s waiting for you.”

Iakoboi preoccupied with the maps before him ignored the pair as they entered into the shadowy tent. “Ahh... Myron,” he spoke finally, “did you bring gifts?”

“Yes.” Myron replied then pulled out a scroll and held it out. “You have the gold?”

Iakoboi gestured towards his second who’d just pulled out a pouch. Watching as the paladin exchanged it for the scroll before passing it to him. “Thank you.”

Myron opened it leather pouch and took a quick assessment of her reward. Once satisfied she then remarked, “It’s nice doing business with you.”

“Would you like to triple that amount?” Iakoboi inquired just as she was about to leave.

Myron halted in mid-step and slowly turned to the emperor. “What do I have to do?”

“Bring me the queen.”

~~~ # ~~~

As the rhythmic banging of the staves continued Kali and Sibyl realized that they were the only spectators besides a few guards to witness this evening’s unique live entertainment. Each studied their perspective warriors in action and every once in a while commenting on move that had just been made.

Areyn kicked Quinn in the chest and flipped back to give herself some space. Once done she took the offensive and swung the staff in an oblique strike towards her opponent’s head. After faking a thrust the Amazon Queen reversed it with a quick horizontal leg swipe.

Stumbling back from the kick, Quinn ducked, blocked and struck Areyn’s rib cage. When she realized too late that she had overlooked the reverse and abruptly dropped to the ground winded and dazed.

A low grunt left the Amazon Queen at the unexpected blow she had just received in return, disarmed Quinn in one fluid move then pointed the staff to her sparring partner’s throat. “Well...” a grin soon formed upon Areyn’s victorious face as she spoke, “that was invigorating!”

Quinn’s stoic gaze was soon replaced with a mischievous smirk just as the staff was removed from her throat. “Aye,” she breathed, “it was.”

Areyn held out a hand for Quinn to take and helped pull her up. “I guess that means I get to choose whatever I want.” She said before tossing her staff towards her second, who’d easily caught it.

“Aye then.”

“My liege.” Sibyl approached the sweating monarchs and held out a mug of water for each to take. “Your Highness.”

Quinn took a mug, finished its continents in one gulp and returned the empty. “Cheers then.”

Areyn finished hers in two gulps, “Thanks.”

“Now, Areyn tell me what you want.”

“A three month vacation for Sibyl,” she said and added with a smirk, “And Jevin will accompany her.”

A surprised Oracle couldn’t believe what she had just heard. Could this really be happening? Sibyl’s eyes widened at the sound of those simple words just as the reality of them sank into her heart. I’m going to visit my parents!

“ON ‘BOUT?” uttered Quinn. “Why would you want that?”

“I believe that she’s a valuable person, who deserves some time off with the person whom she cares for.”

“You could have-”

“I know... her vacation will do. And as a good gesture I shall transfer 50 of my elite guard into your army,” Areyn offered. “I hope that it will soften the loss of a talented person such as her.”

Having admitted that she did make a bet and it would look bad if she reneged. “Aye then,” Quinn nodded, “She will have a three month vacation with Jevin.” She then turned to the surprised Oracle and decreed, “Sibyl, you’re free to leave.”

“I’m going to see my parents!” Sibyl gasped then in turn gave Kali a friendly hug. “Wait till Jevin hears about this!”

Areyn glanced in Sibyl’s direction, “He’ll love it.” She flashed her a comforting smile just before Quinn pulled her in for a searing kiss.

“I expect YOU to accompany me back to MY chambers.” Whispered Quinn to a breathless Amazon who’d been silenced by the unexpected kiss and could only nod her response. “We have some unfinished pleasures to continue.”

“Thank you.” Sibyl spoke up while approaching the affectionate pair. “Again, thank you for this generous gift my liege.” She then rushed off in search of her lover.

Areyn quickly gave Kali a reassuring grin just as Quinn took her by the hand and led her towards the castle.

#

Huge candles lined the walls of the bathing chamber giving the room an intimate glow. A trail of leather armor and clothes led to a pair of lovers that were intimately making out in the steaming bath. And along the bath’s edge sat an ignored pitcher of wine with two gold goblets.

As Areyn was about to reach over for her goblet she was pulled back into Quinn’s embrace again. She loved being enveloped in her arms. Feeling the firm breasts of her consort upon her bare back caused a shiver of desire to overwhelm all her senses. “Oh, Quinn.”

Quinn sensuously kissed a trail from her lady’s shoulder blade to a very sensitive neck. Where upon, she nipped at the flushed skin just as her hand found a perky nipple and pinched it. “I alone can quench your thirst, M’lady.” She purred with pride before turning back as to kiss her.

Areyn fell into the sizzling kiss. She felt a certain part of her body growing moist with longing just as she ultimately spoke those four important words. “Do you love me?”

Quinn paused a moment as the question finally registered. “Eh?” Her eye grew dark with lust. “A four-letter lie between two individuals to get whatever they want.” She recited mischievously then spun her around and locked her lips onto an erect nipple.

Areyn meanwhile tried to no avail to keep the conversation going and soon realized what her role was. A moan slipped past her lips as the sovereign’s busy tongue gradually traveled north licking a trail towards a collarbone, past an erogenous neck and to a luscious pair of lips.

As Quinn planted a scorching kiss upon them, she ran her fingers though the queen’s short hair and roughly pulled her from the kiss. “AYE, I love you!” She growled kissing her cheek. “I’m the only person who can make you feel this way. Am I right?”

Areyn’s breath quickened as she nodded.

The sovereign’s tongue began to outline her lady’s jaw line. “I wonder?” She muttered while her hand lowered onto a furry mound and parted a set of nether lips. The warm center there was filled with ambrosia that Quinn had longed to taste for sometime now and plunged two fingers in.

Areyn released a low moan.

“I believe your body knows the truth,” she taunted and brought the wet digits to her waiting lips then sensuously licked them clean.

A whimpering queen was at a loss as those long fingers entered and then left with a horrid emptiness that came after. Any protesting thoughts she had were thrown aside as her hunger for this woman overwhelmed her so. “Quuuinnn.”

Gazing into the submissive eyes of the Amazon thus solidifying any questions that may have lingered. Quinn picked the startled woman up, tossed her over a shoulder and climbed out of the bath. “I’ll show you just how much,” she drawled with lust.

~~~ # ~~~

A smirking Myron stood in the shadowy courtyard below. She was listening to the orgasmic moans that came from her liege’s balcony with placid interest. Recognizing the other voice as belonging to the Amazon Queen she purred in delight, “My-my sovereign... Releasing some pent up lust on the powerful queen. I’m impressed.” When she glanced over at the oracle’s balcony and noticed a flickering light of a candle just as a devious plan began to form. She then went in search of the blond and chuckled, “Maybe a certain oracle needs some company.”