"You have done enough." Aaleyah tells Hestia who is still wandering around the hall making last minute fixes on what is perfect. "Go get ready, return to celebrate your hard work in 2 hours time."
Hestia checks the colors of the tablecloths once more, "You placed me in charge of the tableware as well as the cutlery," shaking her head, "there must not be a mistake." She takes a step back to see if the candleholders clash with the plates.
Taking Hestia's hand Aaleyah gives her two comforting pats, "Nerves are normal to feel, but if you show them others will pick up on it. All emotions have a time and place, you can go to your chambers and take a comforting bath."
Pulling away, "How can I possibly feel calm?"
Releasing Hestia's hand, "Alright, does Princess Hestia believe there is a problem that I will be unable to solve?"
Horrified, "Of course not, nothing can go wrong if you are here. Aaleyah you hosted numerous banquets in the past; always being better than the one before." Hestia rubs her hand over her chest, "I understand now." bowing, "High Princess Aaleyah, I will go now." lifting her head, "But if anything happens-"
Waving her hand, "Musinm." she calls and the young guard opens the door and enters, "Take Princess Hestia back to her chambers." she orders him, holding back her laughter at Hestia's childlike expression.
Aaleyah then finishes speaking to the musicians explaining the music that should be played and when it should be played. She also helps set up the instruments before too leaving to prepare for the entrance with Saan later.
Stepping out of the hall Helan bows to her. "High princess, may I walk you to your chambers?" he catches Aaleyah's straying eyes and adds, "High Prince Saan sent me from the training rooms." he explains.
"Thank you Helan, will we walk to him then?"
The two fall into step, "High prince Saan asked me to ensure you relax before the banquet. I have orders to walk you to your chambers. He promises to meet you there after he gets ready."
Clasping her hands together as she walks, Aaleyah acknowledges the bows from the servants they pass. She muses, just moments before she was telling Hestia to calm and go get ready. It seems Saan thought the same about her.
Reaching her chambers Aaleyah turns to thank Helan, "Helan, will you return to High Prince Saan now?"
"Is there something high princess wishes for me to do?" Helan asks. "If you need me I will remain here." he tells her.
"No," Aaleyah shakes her head, "If you wait a moment I have prepared something for you." When Helan bows, Aaleyah opens and closes the door to her chamber to grab the silk bundle that was delivered to her earlier in the morning. Stepping back out she hands the bundle to Helan.
Accepting it in confusion, Helan inspects it. The yellow silk has been tied closed into a bag to hold something very light.
"Tonight's banquet is a very special occasion." Aaleyah explains, "You are a captain, and a man well respected within the palace. I hope the clothes suit you well." With one last smile she reenters her chambers, leaving Helan alone in the corridor.
Holding the bundle in his hands Helan warms, his high princess is and will forever be so kind.
As the sun begins to make its descent to the west Hestia makes her way down the stairs to Hammun. Her azure blue gown blends with red fabrics moving in spirals. The reds make a design of rose red vines dancing over the blues of the ocean. At her waist she ties the dress with a silk belt. The night may be cold so she holds a matching long scarf over her arm.
"You look radiant." Hammun praises. He extends his hand to help her down the last few steps.
"Thank you for noticing." she teases. Scanning his up and down Hestia puffs her cheeks like a fish to hide her blushing face. Hammun's shoulder length curls are held back by his crown. His clothes have a high collar left unclasped, the top of his chest shown. For the banquet he chose to wear all blue, the blue fabric wraps around his waist falling to his feet before looping up again. The edge of the cloth clipped with a red stone. "Prince Hammun has been very busy these past weeks. After our discussion time ago I had hoped to see you more." she flatly tells him.
"My kitten, I am sorry, the scholars and will be opening the doors to accept new students and I was giving them my thoughts." Lifting her hand to his lips to kiss, "But this one will not be too busy to notice your beauty." he tells her.
Hestia's smile brightens before fading as she voices her current thoughts, "You time is not occupied with the qu-"
"I will not lie to you." Hammun cuts her off, his voice dropping to a whisper so no one else can hear, "I hold no secrets about her condition. She is still in a fragile state. Her injury is eating at her life energy, but I am still looking for Nakia, so there will be nothing to fret." he confidently tells her.
Hestia studies the dark patches under Hammun's eyes, "Alright, tonight do try not to drink too much, I care greatly for your health as well."
Placing a hand on his cheek, "Do I really seem that pale?" he jokes.
"Yes." she swiftly responds.
Coughing, "Oh." not expecting her to answer the way she has, Hammun feels stumped for a moment. A few breaths pass and he extends his arm, "Shall we?"
Taking his arm, "We shall."
Hammun can feel her hand shaking as she interlocks her arm with his, "There is nothing to worry for. You are Princess Hestia, you are the power of Nevalvn, and you are my princess. There is no official who can take away your strength and beauty that you represent. Hestia if at any moment you feel uncomfortable, do not hesitate to come to my side." he admonishes her.
Hestia's body stops shaking, "Does this mean you had plans of me not being at your side tonight?"
"Of course not." he promises her warmly.
As they make their way to the banquet hall with each step Hestia can feel some of her nerves slowly returning. The banquet must be perfect. Aaleyah guided her as best she could. The king placed his trust in her. And the queen. The queen must not hear or experience any worry. Her health is of utmost importance.
Hestia knows that she does not understand politics to the extent Hammun does, but what she does know is that no one should know that the queen is gravely hurt. The other kingdoms must not see this as a time to strike. Aidkjeen kingdom must exude strength, only then can her kingdom be safe. After this banquet Hestia promises herself that she will become a princess that can defend her home.
Saan knocks on the door, nodding his head when a servant opens it. He motions for the guards to wait outside and walks in to find Aaleyah. Making his way to her dressing room, "Aaleyah?" he calls out. He saw the new clothes that Helan was wearing as they walked to Aaleyah's chamber, and he now has every intention of teasing her about it. She did not get him any new clothes, he laughs to himself. Helan trained under the instruction of Aaleyah's eldest brother, when the family was killed Helan followed Saan's order to find Aaleyah, not just as a servant, but as a man who too wished to do everything in his power to help his senior's sister. Saan and Helan have a pack; in the event of danger always save Aaleyah first.
Entering the room Aaleyah is in, the other servants bow deeply to him before exiting to give them space. Aaleyah turns away from the mirror, she stands before, two different gowns in her hands. "Saan?" The shock is evident in her tone, "Is there something the matter?" Surely she is not late,
Saan shakes his head, his eyes assessing her beauty, "Did you do your hair this time?" He recognizes the small braids at the top of her head, small hairs frame her face, and she must have kept her hair braided for a long time. For the waves that fall on her back mimic ripples down each strand. When Leelin does her hair it is usually accompanied by hair clips, jewelry, and buns.
Subconsciously she reaches up to touch the small braids, one of the gowns sliding off her arm.
Catching it, "Choosing between blue or red?" He places the gown on the back of a chair, "And to answer your previous question, you are not late." He turns her to face the mirror, "Your high prince came to ask something of you." he tells her seriously.
Locking eyes with him through the mirror, "This one will obey."
Snapping his fingers, he walks towards her wardrobe, "I am wise for knowing your words before you same them." he arrogantly states. "Lucky for you, you are not dressed for the evening just yet, my timing truly is perfect."
Wearing an expression of astonishment as Saan goes through her clothes, "Shall I call for Leelin?"
Waving his hand, "No need, I know what I am looking for."
Stepping towards him, "What is the favor you wish to tell me?" His embroidered red thawb shines in the candle light. The tassels clang creating a soft bell sounding as he moves through her clothing in search of something.
His eyes light up and he turns his face towards Aaleyah, "Yes, what do you think of my clothing for tonight's banquet?"
Obviously confused, she still works her thoughts on his clothes. His red thawb is embroidered with the shapes of elephants, his blue scarf he ties around him has the same red small elephants. His red pants match his thawb and his feet are decorated with red paint. His strong tall frame exudes strength, but he carries a grace that reminds the world of his nobility. "The clothing matches perfectly with tonight's event." she candidly tells him.
Pulling out one of her red dresses, "Tonight is an important night, and I would love to match with you." holding the dress up, "I am aware that this is a dress sewed for warmer temperatures, but if you grow cold tonight you can wear my scarf over your arms. Surely I will grow hot."
Glances at the two gowns she had chosen then to the one in Saan's hands, "There are warmer dresses that match your clothing as well."
Saan scratches his nose lightly. Is it possible that she is unaware of the significance of the dress? Has she forgotten?
Aaleyah was gone from the capital for a long time, it took years to find her. Helan finally located her in the outskirts of a quiet town. When he brought Aaleyah back, when Aaleyah chose to return to the capital, she did not see Saan right away. Saan had to wait for what felt like a millennium. Then one night he returned from hunting and there she was. Black hair blowing a protective blanket around her face. A simple hairclip with a yellow flower at the end of it lifted her hair off her neck. And she wore the red dress that Saan is currently holding. The belt decorated with elephants emphasizes her thin waist, the red short sleeve thin robe made her black hair seem darker. The moonlight broke through the clouds and Saan recalled being in awe. He remembered thinking, if he could marry her, if he could keep her safe, then his life would be worth something.
Holding the soft dress in his hands, he wonders how it will look now that she is his wife. Will his heart beat faster at the sight?
Tilting her head down, hair falls covering her face hiding her soft smile. Her smile grows bigger and she turns to face the window enjoying the cool breeze. When she is calmer she turns back, "It is an honor to match with the high prince.
Saan was in the process of accepting that Aaleyah would refuse. Hearing her acceptance he comes forward and kisses her cheek, "The dress has many ties, shall I assist you?"
Stepping back her eyes scan the room for anyone, finding no one she steers her heart, "If I need assistance I can call for Leelin." she tells him, and for every step back she takes, he steps forward.
"You will call for your ladies when your husband is here?" he asks with confident eyes.
"High Prince Saan." her eyes widen and she lifts the dress to hide her face.
Holding his hands up, "Alright, I will not tease you." Tilting his head in the direction of the folding screen.
Taking the dress in her hands Aaleyah walks off calling out for Leelin.
Kissing his fist Saan extends it to the sky. Thank you Lord of the Heavens, truly one can give all wishes to you. He slaps his thigh in glee.
"High Prince Saan, is there something the matter?" one of the ladies ask. They all followed Leelin back into Aaleyah's chambers moments ago.
Smoothing out his expression, "Everything is fine thank you." he answers swiftly walking to the tea table, "Bring tea." The lady bows and rushes off to fetch the tea, and Saan rests his arm on the table to wait for Aaleyah.
Behind the folding screen Leelin helps Aaleyah tie the dress together. Wrapping the long fabric around her wait she tightens it. Then buttons up the top piece, she is careful to not ruin Aaleyah's hair.
Leelin steps back, "There, tonight our high princess is a lioness." she compliments. Her eyes fall on Aaleyah's short sleeves, "Shall I fetch a warm scarf?"
Shaking her head her mouth opens but it is Saan who speaks.
Standing opposite of the folding screen, "If my high princess is cold I will catch the stars to warm her." he states with crossed arms.
Leelin blushes and with one motherly pat urges Aaleyah to step out and show the high princess her outfit.
Extending his hand to his stunning wife, "Shall we?" Hoping for her face to warm he adds, "Your favorite guard Helan will be happy to see you."
Sure enough her face warms and her eyes lose their controlled look, "The relationship with Helan is not like that."
Laughing, he pulls her close and kisses her cheek before she can move away.
Hand over her cheek, "Must you keep-"
"You will not allow me to do so at the banquet, accept it now." he grins.
Unwilling to argue she follows him out of her chambers.
Some time later the celebration is well under way, Saan stands by his table, his eyes trained on Aaleyah on the other side of the hall.
"High Prince Saan." Prince Kian calls walking towards him with a crooked smile. "What a surprising turn of events seeing you here and being a part of diplomacy."
The crooked smile stays on his face giving an impression of mannerism, but the insult and sneer do not overlook Saan.
Aidkjeen needs the alliance with the Trivplah's. Aidkjeen needs the alliance with the annoying Trivplah's. Saan tells himself as he forces a polite smile. "Prince Kian, it is a joy to grace tonight's celebration with your presence. I had heard that there was trouble with trading ships, seeing you here I must have heard wrong."
Smile fading, "This prince was not aware that the royals of Aidkjeen were so interested in Trivplah affairs." he spits out in a belligerent tone.
Saan scans the hall for his brother, surely pretending to happily talk to others is his strength.
"Regardless," Prince Kian continues, "If a prince is needed for every affair and wrong in the kingdom, then the kingdom must have a weak foundation." his words are spoken in attempts to bite in a caustic kind of way. He sees Saan's eyes and assumes he is looking for his wife. "Where is Aaleyah, did she leave the celebration early?" He scans the room, his eyes following the same path Saan's were taking earlier. A dark aura pulls Prince Kian's attention back to High Prince Saan. His murderous intent reeking off of him like fog on a mountain at dawn. Feeling uncomfortable Prince Kian forces himself not to fidget, "My apologies, High Princess Aaleyah." he corrects. It seems some people are still sensitive.
Trivplah's live by the seas, their Goddess teaches them that when a fish is tarnished it cannot be eaten. Thus if a name and image is tarnished, Prince Kian believes it can never be remedies. The high princess of Aidkjeen is in a position that she should not be in, the prestige she has is truly laughable. There are better uses for her beauty, and it is not wearing a crown.
"Surely Prince Kian's time can be better spent talking about other matters instead of my high princess." Saan darkly says, his hand reaching for a sword that is not at his waist. Saan sizes up the small fish. Hotty attitude, drenched in jewelry, blue eyes that fail to hide the lower fish he truly is.
Truly the two princes have never gotten along. Before the tragedy of the Aljehni family, Saan was forced to visit the Trivplah kingdom. Keeping peace between the kingdom was a must and every 2 Blue moons the royals travelled to each other's kingdom. Seeing Prince Kian's face was always bothersome to Saan, and there are plenty of memories of Prince Kian somehow getting hurt in the presence of Prince Saan. But shameless and stupidity must be on the same path, because here it seems Prince Kian still has not learned to fear Saan and to keep his mouth shut.
In the past Prince Kian always had a hand in attempting to tarnish Aaleyah's title. He immediately wanted the title of high princess to be dropped, and led 100s of people to sign a petition against her. Trivplah's despise women in power, for the only woman who can lead is their Goddess, anyone else is a disgrace. At least that is what Prince Kian claimed.
Saan was no fool. He knew the troublesome fish wanted Aaleyah for himself and if he could destroy her he could take her. Aaleyah believes that Saan places her first and does not think about the kingdom as a whole, but every moment Kian breathes and lives is a blessing that Saan has gifted him.
Aaleyah has finished speaking to Hestia and with a smile makes her way to Saan. In front of him she sees the back of a blonde head and her foot hesitates. Prince Kian, perhaps it is best to speak to her husband later. But she can feel Saan's eyes on her, and moving from Kian's head she locks her gaze with Saan's.
Saan's hand unclenches and his murderous air lessons, his eyes turning warm. Prince Kian stands before him, anger and annoyance always the emotions he feels in his presence; but the heavens are graceful. His Leyah is truly a feathered umbrella in the middle of a storm. Water in the midst of a desert. Lord of Heavens as his witness, anger is an emotion unfounded when she stands before him. Her intelligence, her grace, her dress. How can she walk as if the ground is made of petals she will never smash? Has his Lord gifted him a goddess?
Prince Kian turns to see what has grasped his enemy's attention, and his eyes lock on Aaleyah. Jealousy pumps through his veins, his blue eyes flash with vengeance. The prize he continuously fails to obtain. Her dress snugs at her small waist, his hand could hold it perfectly. Her long black hair, golden eyes, small mouth that he has fantasized about. To see her hair a mess. To hear those beautiful lips open and scream for him to stop, for those rare golden orbs to be filled with fear and submission; oh if the Goddess of the Sea cares for him at all she will grant Prince Kian her just once.
A servant approaches Aaleyah with a tray, "Would you care for grapes, high princes?" he asks politely. His bows and holds they tray up towards her.
Breaking her contact with Saan she smiles politely, "Thank you Tah."
Tah beams, "It is always a blessing to serve you High Princess Aaleyah." He lifts his head, his bright brown eyes looking to Aaleyah in adoration, "Please try the soup tonight, the cook allowed Maghe to help make it." he announces happily. Seeing his high princess's kind expression he is filled with joy. Truly the Aljehni's are gifted souls from the heavens. When he was young Tah had met Zale Aljehni. It was so rare to meet noble families who were kind to servants, especially children who had not yet perfected any skillsets. It was Zale who helped him and his sister, assisting them in finding jobs. Serving the last Aljehni is an honor, Tah thinks to himself.
After Tah excuses himself, Aaleyah slowly chews the grapes and prepares herself to approach Prince Kian. In preparing for tonight's celebration and assisting Hestia in dealing with her nerves, Aaleyah has forgotten her own. She has forgotten how uncomfortable banquets with royals are. Preparing for tonight Alleyah spent her time telling Hestia to keep her head high. Giving Hestia notes on how to remain calm and regal. This dinner is to celebrate a peace, but that does not mean the people in attendance happily agree that Hestia is a princess. That Nevalvn is still a kingdom with protection. This was what Aaleyah spent her time focusing on. It slipped her mind that this dinner is always filled with those who believe she should have no name at all. That Aljehni's should fall, that she should wear no crown.
Standing paces behind Prince Kian she feels naked, her bare arms suddenly cold and she hugs herself covering her skin. She should have worn a jacket of clothes that did not make her stand out. Of kept her hair completely down to hide her face. Her thumb rubs against the nail on her index finger. Then her eyes are pulled to Saan. He seems to call her silently. The dress she wears is to match Saan, Saan is here too. Prince Kian can do nothing, he was never able to do anything. Taking deep breaths she focuses on her husband. His long hair braided in an intricate fashion to hold his crown, his stance powerful and all those around him can never mistake for anyone lower than royalty. Her husband who is surrounded by people who have their eyes on him, but his eyes stay on her.
"Princess Aaleyah." The world spins again and her nose crinkles in disgust as her shrill voice shoots into her ears. Aaleyah debates ignoring it, but the options are to turn to the one behind her, or walk to her brother.
Turing with a polite smile, "Princess Mauhna, you grace tonight's festivities with your beauty."
Sharp blue eyes, blond hair piled atop her head with a high crown, "Yes it is a pleasure to show Trivplah beauty to the Aidkjeen people." Princess Mauhna turns to judge all the simple hairstyles and jewels.
"Every kingdom is filled with its beauty." Aaleyah replies diplomatically.
Princess Mauhna sneers, "Yes, but I have never understood the obsession with bare feet." Her eyes dip down to her shoeless feet. "We were told to remove our shoes how," playing with the pearl necklace, "different." she says in a tone that makes it obvious she wishes to say disgusting instead.
"The palace floors are very clean, the royals walk without shoes. However it is understandable that this may be uncomfortable to those outside of Aidkjeen." Motioning to a servant to come to her, "Please retrieve slippers for Princess Mauhna." she kindly orders. Turning her attention back to the princess, "May these slippers provide you with comfort princess."
Princess Mauhna huffs, "The slippers will not match my beautiful blue dress tonight. I told my brother that the customs of Aidkjeen are physically taxing." she complains.
"Your brother." Aaleyah repeats.
Sneering bitterly, "Yes, my brother. Did the princess believe that he would not come tonight?" she addresses Aaleyah incorrectly once more. "He is no fool, if he did not make an appearance at this dinner it would show that our family does not truly support the treaty. This is not a celebration but a farce, and even worse an excuse for him to see you." she complains.
"Princess Mauhna, the Dlumaeni royal family is well aware where the Trivplah loyalties lie." Taking in a calming breath, where is Prince Hammun? Surely he knows how to walk around disrespect with a smile. Between the two siblings Aaleyah is not sure who is more taxing to speak to. Princess Mauhna, or her older brother Prince Kian.
"Beautiful High Princess, how ravishing you look this moon."
His strident voice reaches Aaleyah's eyes and she bites the inside of her cheek in annoyance. She should not have questioned it. The most taxing one to speak to is definitely her brother Prince Kian.
Her voice is full of strain as she reins in her emotions, "Prince Kian," her strain fades seeing Saan walking towards her, "how are you this evening?" she asks and her hand opens slightly, a signal for Saan to come to her.
Saan's face is filled with irritation, he only turned for a moment to address Lord Valyt, and then when he was done the fearless fish were surrounding his wife. His annoyance must show on his face because he watches Aaleyah's lips lift in a slight smile. He smiles in response as he makes his way towards her.
"You are exquisite tonight. As always Aaleyah's skin is bathed in the sun's favor leaving us only kissed." Prince Kian comments. His obsession with Aaleyah's skin always seems to be on his mind. There is something beautiful about the red hue Aaleyah's skin emits that Kian has never seen in others. His eyes travel Aaleyah from the crown on her head, to the bracelet on her ankles. The word ravishing is not enough to express how Aaleyah looks to Kian. She is more beautiful than the last time he saw her, and he soaks her in. He wishes that her dress was not so conservative, a slither of skin revealing itself from the end of the top of her dress, to the belt at her beautiful waist.
Aaleyah crosses her arms over her waist and summons her willpower not to shy away from him.
Removing his scarf Saan drapes it over his wife and stands before her, "The high princess acknowledges Prince Kian's compliments." His eyes barely conceal his rage and annoyance, "The show will be starting soon, and high princess and I shall extend our welcome to all the guests beforehand." Saan does not attempt to hide his anger. This fearless fish, is he not aware how easily he can be speared? It would only take one swing, and the fish scales would be destroyed. Aaleyah's soft hand on his arm pulls Saan out of his murderous thoughts.
"Yes," Aaleyah speaks with her head high, a graceful smile on her beautiful lips, "It is a pleasure to hear such words from the Trivplah royals. We thank you for your presence." she tells them. Motioning to the dinner tables, "This moon we especially added crab toast to the feast tonight in your honor." Giving the evil siblings a parting nod she allows Saan to pull her away.
Saan's parting words are not as graceful as his wife, "My High Princess Aaleyah has many things she must attend to. If there is anything you require, speak to Prince Hammun instead."
When they are some distance away Saan leans his head close to his wife's ear, "I apologize because of my incompetence you were forced to inhale the scent of the salty ocean." he tells her with a frown.
Eyes lightening at her husband's creative insult she slides her hand down his arm to his hand, "This one must not always expect you to move with me. This one is able to deal with anyone, regardless of comfort." she soothes.
"Why can't you expect me to be by your side?" he asks with hurt eyes, and an expression of indignation.
"This one only implies that one must always be prepared. Not that high prince is not reliable." Aaleyah says in apology.
Shaking his head he adjusts his scarf around her small shoulders, "Me being on your side is as sure as the sun rising East. You need no fear, you can never get hurt if you fall. I vow to catch you."
Saan's mouth is next to her ear, his deep words having nowhere to go but into her heart and mind. "What if you fall?" she asks before she realizes.
"When I lost you I prayed to the Lord of the Heavens. I vowed if you could return to my side I would protect you. If you are not protected I am failing my promise to our Lord. I can only fall by not protecting you."
Saan's words leave Aaleyah confused. Saan has always been protective of her, she is aware. But since she spoke to him about her family origins he seems to speak like this more and more. As if he feels a need to remind her of his loyalty. Having a husband so smart, does he not know that living is easy when you have nothing to lose? Why must he insist on tying himself to her?
Clearing her throat she steps back into his hand that was hovering behind her back. "High prince Saan-"
"My radiant love, tonight allow my words to ring true to you. For tonight I plead for you not to argue back." he gently asks her.
Nodding her head in understanding she turns her gaze to the royal siblings of the Trivplah kingdom, "From a political standpoint the Trivplah loyalty is necessary. Please keep murderous intent out of one's gaze when looking at them." she smiles.
Saan scoffs, "If the fish prince learns to treat you with respect I swear to spare his life."
"The prince," Aaleyah says with a tired sigh, "enjoys speaking to me. Tonight the Trivplah's must be placated. For the sake of the kingdom and for peace," she moves out of Saan's hand, "shall we not deal with it?"
Saan's face fills with disgust. Without saying a word it is obvious that he disagrees with Aaleyah's sacrificial ideas. Nonetheless he silently walks with her towards their table. As he helps her sit on the cushion, "It is not your job to make anyone happy. You need not placate anyone."
One of the servants seeing the high prince and princess take a seat rushes to pour wine into the chalices.
Once the servant leaves Aaleyah turns her attention to Saan, "High Prince Saan you read my words too deeply. This one only meant that for the sake of the kingdom-"
Shaking his head, "No. For the sake of you. For the sake of Aaleyah, you are not to force yourself to make anyone happy, especially men." Lifting his chalice he clinks it against hers, "How can I help you adjust your thinking?" he asks as he moves a strand of her hair, "It is not you who must sacrifice for the kingdom, but the kingdom that must sacrifice for you."
His words strike a wound that Aaleyah still struggles to heal from.
"In this place your every action is for another. Every breath that we grant you to take best be used to our benefits. Dignity," she scoffed, "if you still foolishly have that you'd be wise to throw it away. There is nothing you can do without my permission." The elder woman paced in front of the row of terrified girls.
On Aaleyah's left there were two girls whose tears silently feel down their cheeks. Aaleyah bit her tongue to erase her fearful expression. Her brothers always told her not to show others that they have caused you pain. Zale told her to never allow others to learn that they have won, that they could break her. 'Winners learn to conceal their fear of defeat.' he had told her. That is the way an Aljehni wins.
Aaleyah could feel the aches in her body, every exhale of her breath was shown in the cold air. Her yellow dress barely clung to her, the warm dress did nothing to warm her from the early frost.
This was all Saan's fault. She thought to herself. Those words ripped at the strings of her heart. Of all people, why was it him who betrayed her? Aaleyah stood listening to a cruel woman tell her she amounted to nothing and the only one she could think to blame was the treacherous Dlumaeni's.
The more she thought of her hatred and betrayal the more her body seemed to warm. Saan betrayed her, she hated him. High Prince Hammuun betrayed her father, she hated him. The king, oh just the thought of him filled her with so much fire her body seemed to be channeling the sun. If only he could perish, 3 times worse, no 10 times worse than the way her family did. May his soul be forced to experience the 10 karmas and then be ripped apart.
Then the kingdom. The entire kingdom of Aidkjeen should fall. May everyone citizen that turned against her family, may every Stilit that invaded, may every soul across the world, across every kingdom may they experience the despair she was forced to feel may they-
Her cheek exploded with pain and Aaleyah cupped her cheek to soothe the ache.
"Pay attention girl!" the lady sneered, and seeing the fire in the young girl's eyes she laughed. "You can go with Darras. He will take pleasure in teaching a prideful girl like you." She gave a bright smile to one of the men behind her. His strong build and scarred face sent a shiver down Aaleyah's spine.
Pulling her hand to his lips, Saan kisses each knuckle one by one. "Come back love." he whispers. "Leyah you are not there anymore, come back. The banquet you created with Hestia is underway. The moon is full, high in the sky. In the middle are people dancing to the music you helped the musicians choose." he tells her. "Hestia will come soon with energy, her feet bouncing off the floor. She will need her sister, come back, Leyah." He pours her a cup of tea and hands it to her when her eyes clear.
Blowing air slowly out of her mouth, Aaleyah accepts the cup from Saan, her fingers lingering on his hand as she accepts it.
Saan asks a servant to make sage tea, then turns back to Aaleyah. "My high princess is lovely tonight. A red star shining bright in the night. Thank you for matching with me tonight."
Setting the tea cup down Aaleyah pulls on the scarf, twirling the fabric around her hand. "This one apol-"
"No." Saan pulls her hair to fall atop of the scarf, "to say these words when they are not needed can cause them to lose their meaning." he tells her in a sweet voice.
Aaleyah reaches for Saan's ring, but remembering where she is pulls her hand back. "Seeing the blue garments worn by the prince and princess, it was wise to have me wear red."
Saan's face turns grim, "Had you matched with a bottom feeder fish, I would have found a way to create new work for Hammun to fix." he threatens, the picture of Kian's dead body bringing a deathly smile to his face.
Avoiding his earnest gaze Aaleyah notices the Heahnian king and queen. The invitation was sent out to them, but she was not sure if they would personally come. Sometimes they send high ranking Lords and Ladies in their steed.
Rising from her seat, Saan's hand prevents her from rising to full height. His face an obvious question, 'where are you going?'
"Come greet the guests with me." She gently pulls on her hand urging Saan to stand. Together they walk to the leaders of the Heahnian kingdom. Making their way, the king and queen see them coming and cease their conversation to approach them.
Greeting each other with a bow, King Ion speaks first, "High Princess Aaleyah, surely this beautiful banquet is your doing." he surmisses with a smile.
Warming at his compliment, "King Ion is too kind. There are many languages spoken throughout the kingdoms, but it is still difficult to find the words to thank you for your presence."
King Ion chuckles, "An ally is not one who is always seen, but one who always comes when called." he tells her with a raised brow.
Lightly patting her husband's hand, Queen Thyia smiles brightly at Aaleyah and Saan. "The last I was able to see you was on your wedding day." Turning her attention to Aaleyah, "Sweet child, tell me, have the God's blessing been enough?" she asks with a slight accent.
Aaleyah shyly turns to Saan but he shows no intention of speaking. Pulling her hand out of Saan's, she clasps them together, "Marriage is a blessing." she answers revealing nothing else.
King Ion turns to Saan, "High Prince Saan, I have received a folded letter." he says in code. If the letter is rolled, whatever aid the Aidkjeen Kingdom is asking for is unable to be given. If the letter is folded then it means the Heahnian Kingdom is able to assist. "Thus, is it possible to lend you some medicinal personnel?" He motions to himself and his wife, "The plants and herbs that grow in Aidkjeen are so different then our home. Knowledge is the path to the heavens, thus I ask for you to house some of my physicians so that they may learn."
To anyone listening to the conversation it sounds very candid and simple. Everyone is aware of the Heahnian's thirst for knowledge. Their doctors are the best out of the kingdoms, that must come from their devotion to learning more.
To royals speaking it is a different conversation. Hammun had sent a letter asking for a physician discreetly. To send one is away where no one would question the queen's health for a second. Therefore these words of sending doctors to learn about plants and herbs are unnecessary. This is purely to have a Heahnian physician enter Aidkjeen's borders.
"Such talented physicians, of course, are welcome within our walls. I will personally ensure they have a place with the palace physicians." Saan tells him with a grateful smile.
King Ion takes his wife's hand, "Then I dare not take any more of your time."
"The journey between our kingdoms is long," Aaleyah acknowledges, "if at any time during tonight's celebrations weariness meets you, there are rooms available for rest." she respectfully tells them.
Queen Thyia kisses her hand and places it atop Aaleyah's as a farewell.
Hestia taps the headpiece just above the bridge of her nose, "What do you think?" she whispers to Hammun standing next to her. "For my first night this is turning out well, correct?"
Hammun nods once, "Yes."
Hestia waits for him to speak more but her fiance's eyes are observing everything and everyone but her. Clearing her throat, "My nerves were in preparation for nothing. All the families are in attendance, and civility is show by everyone including," she scans left and then right to check that no one is listening, "Trivplah siblings are respectful." she happily states.
Hammun nods once more, "Yes." he tells her his eyes on his brother speaking to the king and queen of Heahnian.
Flipping her hair back the bangles on her wrist create a harmonic sound as they clang together, "Everything is going well, and your hard work is paying off. May you enjoy it? This celebration is to enjoy not to work." she tells him.
Hammun turns his eyes towards Hestia, and her indignant eyes remind him to grant her his undivided attention. "The king and king of Trivplah have reached an understanding. There is to be no disrespect towards you. Their children will be civil and do nothing to disappoint their parents." he explains to her. All the work to create this treaty being anything but civil would be an insult.
A servant walks past them with a platter of grapes. Hestia happily stops him to pluck the sweet fruits into her mouth. Holding a bundle in her hand, "Thank you."
Hammun's eyes fill with slight confusion, "Tah?" he asks.
Tah bows, "Prince Hammun, this one thanks you for remembering me."
Waving his hand to dismiss the comment, "No, why are you here? Were you not training to be a guard?" He motions to the platter of grapes, "Surely a spear fits your hand." he holds back the bitterness from his words, but his disappointment is seen by Hestia.
Tah lowers the platter of grapes, his smile diminishes, "Times have changed Prince Hammun. The light that I wished to be has lost its cause." he says sadly. Tah always had hopes of joining the military with Zale. He hoped to achieve greatness and become a soldier that the Aljehni family could be proud of.
Hammun swallows his bitter comments, "I see."
Tah bows deeply and walks away, his head downcast.
As Tah walks away Hammun shakes his head, surely Zale would be disappointed to learn of Tah's dreams being forgotten.
From the corner of his eyes Hammun sees the head of blonde hair walking towards the tables. Blinking he turns to say something to Hestia, then whipping his head back, the Trivplah siblings! Where is Aaleyah? Or worse, where is his brother? The chances of Prince Kian not saying something to enrage his older brother are as likely as the river drying up. "Hestia, have you seen my brother?"
Finishing the last grape, Hestia turns with one cheek filled. Chewing quickly she finally swallows "High Princess Aaleyah was by the left wall the last time I saw her. High Prince Saan is sure to be with her."
"Wise words." Saan says walking up to his younger brother and Hestia with Aaleyah in tow.
Hammun turns to give his brother an apologetic look. "There were many tasks to deal with, I forgot to tell you ahead of time that the king and queen of Trivplah were not coming. Instead they were sending their children."
Smirking, "Yes those words would have been nice to hear before, but as Aaleyah told me, we are able to deal with others." Squeezing Aaleyah's hand, "Especially if we are together."
Hammun averts his attention to Aaleyah and bows, "As your brother it was my duty to warn you." he pretends to tell her.
Aaleyah's eyes frown for a beat. It happens so quickly that Saan is the only one who notices it before Aaleyah's face is calm once more. "Tonight it seems the subject of duty is prevalent."
Saan snickers as the four make their way back to the tables. "My wife means to say that there is nothing to apologize for in her mind." Giving his younger brother a look, "To me however, having the guest list would have been nice." he jokes.
"My dear brother has been a difficult person to track down these few nights, anything I should know in regards to that?" Hammun asks.
Reaching the tables Aaleyah pours a cup of fresh made sage tea. Hestia and Hammun's table is on the left of Aaleyah and Saan's; thus it is not hard for Aaleyah to pour Hestia a cup of tea as well.
Sniffing it, "Sage? Why?" Hestia asks, not remembering sage tea being on the list of things to serve tonight.
Speaking up for Aaleyah, "You may have some nerves about tonight, Sage tea will be helpful for you. Saan answers.
Setting the tea cup down Hestia beams, "Thank you, this youthful princess never thought someone could reach for tea before herself."
The four laugh and Hammun scans his brother over, "I selfishly ask my brother to help me ensure tonight goes well."
Rolling his eyes, "What an audacious request." If not for the eyes watching every move they make, Saan would make his brother plead a bit, and hopefully get a promise for a favour out of it. Sighing, alas now is not the time to play. "I will only move the way you wish for my chess piece to. For tonight you are the game master."
Aaleyah scans the room, her eyes landing on a group of men and women. Their cloaks are decorated with lights representing stars, the dark blue of their fabrics painting a night sky as they move throughout the candle lit room.
Guards of the Trivplah royals also take notice of them ,body tensing and hands clenching on swords they do not pull out.
Slowly they seem to head towards each other and Aaleuah rises from her seat to intercept them. But who should she stop? The Alakkyn Leader Abjal is always a pleasure to talk to. His knowledge of the constellations, his voice on fate and gods interesting to her. But to speak to him will catch the attention of Prince Kian. Aaleyah's steps slightly turn away from the Alakkyn Leader and towards the Prince instead.
Smiling widely as she appears before her Kian's blue eyes sparkle, "Aaleyah." he breathes her name, his eyes frowning at her skin that is covered by the red scarf. "Rarely do you come to me." he tells her, speaking in a louder tone to gather the attention of the nearby people.
Aaleyah quickly thinks on her toes and calmly says the words as they come to her, "For tonight's celebration-"
Princess Mauhna steps in front of her brother, "Whatever it is you wish to say you shall say it to me." she commands snidefully, "Unless these are words only my brother can hear." She smirks at her comment knowing that she has the high princess trapped. Whether Aaleyah likes her brother or not she is unable to publicly state it.
Kian rolls his eyes and his hand lifts to force his sister out of the way when Aaleyah smiles. Her smile is brighter than he has ever seen it. In his presence he only receives polite smiles, how is it his sister receives such a shining one?
Princess Mauhna's protectiveness of her brother is a breath of fresh air and Aaleyah feels so much ease she cannot help smiling. "Of course the princess shall hear these words as well." She responds politely, "It is actually the princess that shall hear these words the most."
Frowning, Princess Mauhna lowers her hand that she had held out to prevent her brother from stepping forward. "What is it?"
Aaleyah turns towards the musicians, but also allows her eyes to scan where Leader Abjal and his men are. Before she can find them she is met with Saan cold eyes.
Rolling her thumb over her nails, "I have heard that you have taken an instrument in woodwinds. Tonight is a very talented flutist, shall I introduce you?"
Princess Mauhna's eyes lighten with excitement but her face maintains a hotty attitude, "Why?" she asks. Unable to believe that Aaleyah is doing it to be nice, it must be a ploy to get to her brother.
Aaleyah finally spots Leader Abjal and his men safely seated at their tables far away from any direction the Trivplah royals and guards will need to go. Now to close this conversation, "I see I have overstepped. My apologies then. Enjoy your meal." Aaleyah leaves but not before noticing Mauhna's crestfallen eyes.
Swallowing her pride, "High Princess Aaleyah," Princess Maunha calls out, "please, it would be an honor."
Aaleyah laughs internally. Now her full name is called since she has something. "Then would Princess Mauhna like to go before hearing her play? Or would you like to listen first and then decide to meet her?" she asks, turning towards her purposely keeping her eyes away from Kian. It is as if he is a common candle that no one wishes to look at.
Not used to anyone giving only her attention Mauhna is no longer cautious and steps towards Aaleyah and bows slightly, "High Princess Aaleyah I would love to meet the flutist after hearing her play. Thank you."
Bowing only her head, "Perfect we will go together. After the meal this high princess will come find you."
"High princess will come with me?" Princess Mauhna asks, confused. Was this not a ploy to get her away from her brother? Knowing that she can not pass up an opportunity to meet a flutist, if Aaleyah is recommending her then her talent must be heavenly.
A warm presence covers Aaleyah's back and she steps into his arms. Of course he can not allow her to stay in Kian's presence for too long without him.
"Do you not wish for me to go?" Aaleyah pretends to ask.
"Fic2!" Mauhna yells out, then catching herself, "Of course not. Please High Princess we shall go together.
"Anrilumey3." Aaleyah motions to the tables, "Enjoy the music." she says ending the conversation.
Prince Kian, not one to be ignored for too long, "Our language sounds beautiful on your tongue," Saan's monstrous aura behind her is noted and he adds, "High Princess Aaleyah, I hope you speak more of it in my presence."
Hearing her brother's words Mauhna's expectant eyes turn angry. Once again she was tricked. This was all just a ploy for Aaleyah to obtain her brother's attention.
Stepping back into Saan's arm, "Enjoy the meal."
Interlocking his hand with hers, Saan silently walks Aaleyah back to their table. Reaching their table, Saan helps Aaleyah sit, fixing the skirt of her dress. He pours her a new warm cup of tea and hands it to her.
Hestia watches the silent couple but Hammun shakes his head for her not to speak of it. However Hestia is unable to refrain herself and silence is uncomfortable for her. "Psst." she calls to Aaleyah.
Hestia swallows at the angry brown eyes that meet her and instead focuses on the stoic golden ones. "Why did you go and speak to them?" she asks. Was there something that she did not see? As far as Hestia knows everyone within her small royal family is not a fan of the Trivplah royals, including the king. Surely there must be a reason why Aaleyah voluntarily sought to speak to them.
"She chose to play the role of mediator alone." Saan words come out so coldly that Hestia does not register what he has said until after she flinches away.
Turning to meet his cold gaze, "Thus peace continues." Aaleyah tells him, unfazed by his dark demeanor.
"Would it not have continued if you had spoken to me first?" Saan challenges.
"There was no time."
"Taking my hand would have sufficed." Saan tells her, his gaze locked on hers.
Hestia fidgets with her headpiece getting a feeling that she has stirred up trouble. Laughing nervously she turns to Hammun who shakes his head and pours a chalice of wine. "High Princess Aaleyah." she calls for her attention, and receives calm golden eyes focused on her direction. "I am not sure how you are feeling, but this is my first event as a Nevalvn Princess. I am quite nervous." Hestia tells her, her hand reaching across the table to hold on to a piece of Aaleyah's red scarf.
3 pairs of eyes are now focussed on Hestia. Hammun reaches for Hestia's hand and squeezes it. Saan's cold eyes warm slightly hearing his younger sister's worry.
"Tonight you will never walk alone. One of us will always be with you." Aaleyah tells Hestia in encouragement.
Saan scoffs and the warmth leaves his eyes once more so Hestia jumps to continue speaking. "How is tonight for you? You both wear matching garbs, and look quite lovely." she compliments. Pulling lightly on Aaleyah's scarf Aaleyah is forced to move towards her, "do you have any more pointers?" she asks nervously. "When you walk, everyone is in awe, they bow to you and are so happy to speak to you. You even have the Trivplah royals treating you with respect." she whispers. "How do I make myself seem like a princess?" she asks.
Aaleyah pats Hestia's hand. The servants come out with big trays of food for the dinner to begin, "Do not seem, but be." she tells her, then pulls her scarf out of Hestia's hold and moves back to sit up straight.
Hestia picks up her cup of tea as she takes in Aaleyah's words. Yes, she needs to stop telling herself to look like a princess. She does not need to seem to be anything. She is a princess. If in her mind she feels she is only pretending then who will believe her? She watches Hammun move the food onto her plate and smiles. In Hammun's mind it is doubtful that he tells himself to look like a prince. He is already one, whether he wears red or even green; he will always be a prince.
Hammun cuts a piece of meat and places it on Hetia's plate, "Please eat, do not allow stress to leave you hungry in the dead of the night.
Hestia picks up the meat and eats it. Her mouth chews the tender meat, the juices and flavours dancing on her tongue with each chew. She watches Hammun scrape off the spice before placing it on her plate. "Why do you take it off?"
"You will not like the spice, it is too strong for you." he tells her.
Not believing him Hestia takes a bite of meat from his plate that he did not scrape and eats it. With each chew the spice seems to travel through her airways, her eyes water and as she opens her mouth to breathe the flavour is even stronger.
Sighing Hammun pours another cup of tea, "Drink slowly, I told you you would not like it. Why force yourself?"
Tears fall from Hestia's eyes and she gulps the tea, the liquid burning her tongue.
Eyes widening Hammun calls a servant over and orders a cup of water. "I said to drink slowly. Now you have injured yourself, kitten." he chastises. Placing the cup of cold water in her hand, "Do trust me, Hestia." he tells her tiredly.
Hestia shakes her head silently drinking the water holding the cold liquid on her burned tongue. Her leg shakes and she sneaks a peak at Aaleyah's table. While her table is coated in a cloud of embarrassment, Aaleyah's table has the frost of winter. Aaleyah and Saan stay silent, refusing to speak their cold winds keep the servants from lingering.
Hammun also glances at his brother's table. Aaleyah is strong and independent, she never falls in the eyes of others. Never make mistakes in the presence of men. And, after returning to the palace she seemed to have reigned in her stubbornness for tonight's cause. It is just his luck that tonight of all nights she lifts the mask and the old Aaleyah reappears. The Aaleyah who refuses to apologize if she thinks she is right. The Aaleyah who refuses to let Saan win. Sighing, he continues to eat his dinner.
The meal finishes and the desserts come out filling the hall with a sweet honey scent. Hammun, no longer able to take the silence coming from his brother's table, and the nervousness Hestia holds because of the coldness, decides to speak up. "High Princess Aaleyah." he calls her attention.
Aaleyah takes the ladle for the wine away from Saan and places it on her side of the table before turning to Hammun.
"The banquet you have put together reminds me of the past, were you feeling inspired?" he asks. From the seating arrangements, to the scheduling, to the arrangement of candles it is very similar to the banquets of their childhoods.
Aaleyah looks around the hall. Her eyes scan the politicians, the Lord and Ladies, the ministers and officials. Some of them are in the same positions they were in when she was a girl. Some of them have elevated status, and sit higher, backs straighter. Aaleyah recognizes all of their faces, remembering each of their loyalty. Some loyal to their own pockets, some loyal to weapons, and the few who were loyal to the old king. Forcing herself to smile, "One cannot easily forget whence they came."
Hearing those words Saan squeezes her hand.
Yells sound a few tables down, Prince Kian rises wobbly on his feet. His face red with heat from the wine. "You dare speak to me like this!" Pointing his finger at Lord Fukayna, his body swaying, "You think because my father welcomed you into the palace that you can speak to me any way? You dare to threaten me!"
Lord Fukayna bows, eyes wide in fear, "Your highness I meant no harm. This servant only wished to remind you that-"
"Yes you are a servant, you are below me, you remind me nothing. I am the one who shall remind you." Prince Kian sneers.
Hammun, with a shake of his head, rises with a polite smile. Approaching the table, "Prince Kian, Lord Fukayna." he greets. "Tonight is a blessed night, surely there is no grievance that cannot be fixed." his soothing tone calms the whispers that were filling the room.
Lord Fukayna rises from the floor and rushes to Hammun, "Prince Hammun please understand I meant no harm. It was a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding." he cries.
"Prince Kian," Hammun says with a joyful smile on his face, "this wine has aged well over 30 years," laughing, "it is an honor to know that you enjoyed it."
Prince Kian rests on a pillar, his eyes staring at his empty basin, "Yes it was quite good. Very soothing. Smoothly went down my throat the taste it left behind was sweet enough to have you longing for more." he slurs. Then he shakes his head attempting to remember his earlier anger. "I have not forgotten though." he says, pushing his sister away from him.
Princess Mauhna is not affected by her brother pushing her and turns to Hammun. "Prince Hammun please ignore my brother, the alcohol has gotten to him is all." pulling on her brother's sleeve, "Tamdon4!" she yells.
Holding onto the drape around the pillar, Kian waves his finger at Lord Fukayna indignantly, "He dared tell me that I cannot enter the mines. Threatened that I would be breaking the treaty to do so. How dare he?"
Hammun understands now. Prince Kian being drunk was unable to hold his false mannerisms for too long. The Trivplah's signed the treaty and agreed not to touch the mines in the Nevalvn kingdom, but it was not out of choice but an underlying forced obligation. With the alcohol in his system Prince Kian could hold his grievance any longer.
Prince Kian must have made a passing comment about entering the mines to collect iron ore for weapons. Lord Fukayna in passing must have reminded him of the treaty and thus led to the outburst that Hammun heard.
"Prince Kian, talk of weapons are not necessary for tonight. I have quite the collection of wine," he tells him in a convincing tone, "shall I show it to you."
Prince Kian chuckles and waves his knuckle at Prince Hammun. By this point all eyes in the hall are on them including the king who was in the middle of a deep discussion with King Ion. "Prince Hammun." he slurs, "The Nevalvn people owe my father. More than their iron ore, their salt was protected by us in the past." One arm clutching the pillar the other arm waves to the people in the room, and now they claim they cannot be touched? Claim that we can have nothing? They owe us before their royals died, and they will continue to until the debt is paid." He motions to Lord Fukayna, "That makeshift lord can say what he wants, but unless Nevalvn people honor the past agreements I do not have to honor the present one."
Hearing her people being brought into this Hestia attempts to rise but is stopped by Aaleyah. "Trust Hammun." she whispers. Thus Hestia sits back down. Her eyes nervously watching the discussion.
"Prince Kian, surely a man of your prestige will not allow anyone to force you into a spoiled light. Why not enjoy good wine with me? No need to discuss politics and promises." Hammun states.
Hestia frowns and turns to Aaleyah, "He is not defending my people." she tells her with anger filling her eyes.
Aaleyah shakes her head, "Sometimes to not address is to show that there is no truth in the words." she explains calmly.
Prince Kian scoffs, "Wine," he nods, "yes, you can tell me what crime you have done to deserve the punishment of marrying vamot5 like her." he sneers motioning to Hestia. "Because of her pretty face you forced a strong kingdom to bow down to a kingless kingdom."
Hestia feels all eyes in the hall turn to their attention to her and forces herself to sit straight and hide her angry tears.
Hammun remains calm, his polite smile never leaving his face, "Prince Kian there are many acts that are forgivable, insulting a princess of the Dlumaeni line is not one of them. Aidkjeen has a history of following through on their promises, such a shame we can not say the same for you. Thus is this peace treaty not a perfect opportunity to show the loyalty and truth behind a Trivplah's words? Is now not a valuable opportunity to shine?" he asks.
Hestia is the only one here to represent Nevalvn, therefore if she does not rise to speak up for her people she does not deserve to be their princess.
Aaleyah stands at the same time as Hestia and moves faster than her to approach Hammun. "Prince Kian." she calls.
Seeing Aaleyah Prince Kian loses his anger and leaves the pillar to walk towards her but is blocked by Hammun. He mumbles to himself in Susakin before turning his gaze back to Aaleyah, "Aaleyah." he calls her name flirtatiously, "If given the iron ore I will make a beautiful collar for you. Then you would never leave my side."
His words cause outrage throughout the hall. Guards step forward to defend their insulted high princess.
The pillar that Prince Kian was leaning on now becomes the one he is slammed against. Saan's forearm pushes against his windpipe making every attempt to breathe a battle that he barely passes.
Saan's dark laughter is deafening, all sound in the hall stops as it reaches the people's ears. Your blood will match the cloth you lean against." he promises him in a calm rage. His hand moves to grip Kian's chin, "Your white bones will find its place on the floor below my feet. Your blond hair will wave beautifully as the wind blows past your stoked head." As Saan speaks his anger grows more and more and his grip on Kian's face tightens and Kian yelps in pain.
Mauhna, feeling fearful for her brother's life, turns to Aaleyah, "High Princess Aaleyah please. My brother is drunk and the alcohol has gotten to him." Shaking her head, her eyes fill with terror filled tears, "We Trivplah's do not have high tolerance, please have mercy."
Hammun takes a step towards his brother but Saan's glare halts him.
Saan releases his arm that was crushing Kian's wind pipe and glances at his wife, "No one shall insult you. No one shall threaten you." he tells her.
By this point everyone in the hall is holding their breath, their hearts beating with horror alone. Is the high prince going to kill the only son of the Trivplah kingdom?
Aaleyah's steps are slow as if there is not someone's life on the brink. Reaching out towards Saan with her hand, "This is a night for peace." she starts and hearing her words Saan visibly shakes in rage. "Surely Prince Kian's crimes can wait until tomorrow." she whispers to him. "To only punish him for words when there are crimes of the people that are still unheard of would be unfair."
Princess Mauhna's face fills with rage, "My brother, other than tonight, has done no crimes!" She moves to step forward but a guard blocks her from touching Aaleyah.
Aaleyah internally marvels at Mauhna's lack of knowledge of her brother's actions. Tonight is an important night. The peace between kingdoms is vital, and to punish Prince Kian earlier was impossible. For insulting Nevalvn is hard to punish with the lack of Nevalvn support. Luckily or unlucky Prince Kian chose to publicly insult her. A crime punishable by death. Death that can be negotiated for something else. Prince Kian flew head first into the fire's eye. The trap that Hammun and her spent moons creating for him. All she must do is convince Saan to let him go.
"Salt. Iron ore," Aaleyah starts in a commanding tone attracting the ears of everyone, "Is not what the Trivplah Kingdom is after. Attacking Nevalvn temples, stealing men from their homes to force them into lives of servitude has nothing to do with the mines." She turns away from the people back to her husband, "Prince Kian is a man of power and burning temples of the gods is an insult to the heavens. The women and children who were trapped in the temples who died were families of the mine workers. Prince Kian forced them to give resources, and when the Nevalvn people did not he killed them. And now he has attacked me." Turning away from Saan she faces the people in the room, "We all know the punishment, but I ask for mercy. Instead I ask that he be placed in the dungeons and pay for the crimes he has caused the Nevalvn people instead."
The muttering in the room grows louder the moment Aaleyah finishes speaking.
Was Prince Kian truly so treacherous?
How kind the high princess is, to place the people's grievances over her own. To defend the Nevalvn people over herself.
Truly the high princess is sent from the heavens. How has Saan lived in his past life to deserve such an angelic wife?
Some people still hope to take this moment to point out the strength that the Aidkjeen kingdom seems to continuously obtain. "The crimes that Prince Kian is claimed to have down are truly evil, but the mines were seen to many as untouched land. Now Nevalvn Kingdom is marrying into Aidkjeen the power is unbalanced." Official Marken says. He rose to fame from nothing, the merchant grew to become the richest land owner and also the owner of the most slaves. He attempted to buy the mines but was unable to. "Would the Aidkjeen kingdom not seem greedy to own the iron ore, and the salt mines?" he asks, turning his head left and right to gather support.
Some men agreed, "The treaty signed addresses the point of violence. No one is to attack or harm the Nevalvn kingdom or forcefully take the mines. But who do the mines belong to?"
Hestia frowns. What a ridiculous question. The mines belong to her people. Who else would they belong to?
Saan releases Prince Kian's chin and the blonde prince crumbles to the ground. "Take him to the cells." he orders.
Aaleyah motions for Hammun to take charge and moves to calm Saan's unsettled anger.
Clasping his hands together, "We have spent moons reaching a peace," Hammun turns to gaze at everyone in the hall, "now that we have it, it shall be natural for us to move to these discussions." He motions towards the wine, "However important discussions after drinking wine is not wise. Why not discuss this at a later date?" he asks.
The men and women seem to agree. Some of the officials drank so much they can barely stand. The representatives of kingdoms and tribes are also not all present and accounted for to discuss such serious topics. Thus everyone slowly returns to their seats.
Hammun breathes a sigh of relief and turns to smile at Aaleyah.
Aaleyah does not return his smile, instead she claps 6 times and the musicians who somehow are already seated begin playing music. After the music starts Aaleyah walks with Saan back to their table.
"Thank you." she tells him. She knows more than anyone that if not for her stopping him Saan would have killed Kian. She pours him a chalice of wine.
"You did not tell me about this plan." Saan says, his eyes reading his wife's calm expression. Why is she always so calm?
"You would not have allowed it." she tells him, refilling his chalice.
Setting the chalice down, "Of course not, the plan was for you to parade in front of Kian's gaze."
"Not exactly."
"Yes, exactly. You toyed with him, Hammun set up the strong liquor. I wondered why tonight this wine was chosen, surely there are lighter ones." His fits hits the table, "I should have questioned it." His anger fades and his sad eyes bore into Aaleyah's, "I should have known you would not tell me everything."
"Saan." Her heart chills when Saan shakes his head and forces a painful smile.
"Aaleyah, can I ever be your confidant? Will you ever trust me?"
While everyone focuses on the music, Aaleyah wonders if she has begun walking the path. The path that Saan will not forgive her for. "No."
1 - Lions are associated with many gods and attributes, symbolizing strength, loyalty, royalty, beauty and more. In this case Leelin is commenting on the symbol of beauty.
2 - No in Susakin a language native to Trivplah
3 - I understand in Susakin
4 - Susakin for brother
5 - Susakin for kelp