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Author Topic: Old Ways Won't Open New Doors  (Read 133 times)

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Old Ways Won't Open New Doors
« on: Nov 07, 18, 02:25:19 PM »
Set after the events of Don't cry because it's over and I exploit you, still you love me


Tavar brought Elenor to Gravesend. It was a relief to have his with her, especially considering how little time they would have together, but there was also something oddly unsettling about the presence of her Bonded as they walked together towards the office in which she would be meeting the Queen and Warlord Prince of Askavi.

She loved Tavar, but he wasn’t really hers anymore, was he? He belonged to this Court now. He’d forsaken his title as Voice of the Sabbah, had accepted her command to begin his life here fresh, and a little voice in the back of her mind couldn’t help but wonder if perhaps it was for the best. She had granted him so much power over her in Pruul without even noticing until it was too late to really change it. Now she stood on her own, with allies she had made by herself across the whole of the Realm and Tavar as… what?

Her Bonded, yes, but not a member of her Court, or the Voice of her Clan, or even someone she ruled over. So it felt unsettling and out of place to have him by her side as she walked towards this meeting, even as his close proximity calmed the frantic beating of her heart. 

Still, despite all her doubts, when he left her in front of the door to go attend to his duties Elenor had a hard time letting go of his hand. She watched his retreating form until Danyal coughed once, then the Queen looked up at her Master of the Guard and tried her best to smile.

She took a deep breath, smoothing her dusky rose dress and tucking a stray strand of hair back into her bun, then knocked twice on the heavy wood of the door.

It opened a moment later and she stepped inside, her eyes meeting a pair of gold ones that she had been having nightmares about for months now.

Drakkar Estaroth, sitting behind a heavy wood desk.

The man who had summoned Tavar to Asakvi and who might have laid waste to Elenor’s Clan if he had not come home.

The man who would keep her Bonded away from his home and his family and yet hated him.

The man she had come to negotiate with today for the good of her people and for Tavar.

Elenor took a breath, stood up straighter, then bowed, the very picture of formality. “Thank you for taking the time out of your day to meet with me, Prince Estaroth. My name is Elenor al-Sabbah and this is my Master of the Guard, Lord Danyal al-Hague. Am I correct in recalling that Lady Kriat will be joining us as well?”

Had her voice wavered? She didn’t think so, nor had her gaze dipped from his even though all she wanted right now was to look down at her feet and mumble her way through everything she had to say before bolting out of here.

Why had it been so much easier in Starfall? The Steward there wore Darker Jewels than this male but had been charming and warm in his demeanor. Drakkar Estaroth was an entirely different story. She could not read his expression at all and it made a shiver run down Elenor’s back and throat tighten convulsively.

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Re: Old Ways Won't Open New Doors
« Reply #1 on: Nov 07, 18, 08:08:30 PM »
"You are correct, Lady al-Sabbah," said Illyrian. She stood in the doorway to Drakkar's office, flanked by a surprising number of guards. They arranged themselves outside the door as she spoke. "I am Lady Kriat, Queen of Askavi." She approached the Opal Queen and offered her hands in formal greeting. "I believe you have already met Prince Estaroth, Warlord Prince of Askavi." She motioned to Drakkar, but did not look at him. Instead she held the gaze of the other Queen, as if all secrets would be revealed if only she held her gaze long enough.

As if she had made some kind of decision, she nodded before continuing. "Please forgive the security. I was injured recently and the Court has taken it to mind that I need to be especially cautious until I am fully recovered." Her eyes flicked to Drakkar, a light shining in the deep gold. When she closed her eyes, she could still feel his hands on her. He had remained by her side through out the difficult Healing, but once she was released from the Healing Rooms, he had grown distant. It confused Illyrian, but she didn't have time to focus on that right now.

Meeting his Queen's gaze, Drakkar stood and offered her his own chair. The action brought a small smile to her lips, as she moved to accept the seat and watched as he chose another chair for himself. There was no need for him to do so. This was his office. But the gesture was appreciated, a sentiment expressed only in the soft grasp of her hand against his arm as she sat down before turning her focus back to their guests.

"I have invited Prince al-Izar to join us, as well. I believe you are acquainted and may have similar interests in these negotiations?"



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Re: Old Ways Won't Open New Doors
« Reply #2 on: Nov 08, 18, 12:46:43 AM »
Drakkar found himself curious about Elenor al-Sabbah. Abbadon’s description of her intrigued him, especially since she was Tavar’s Queen. This woman was one of the reason he’d been so willing to forsake his home, his very people, to live among the short-lived. He offered his seat to Illyrian upon Elenor’s entry to his office, sparing a glance for Red Jeweled Warlord who accompanied her. His gaze shifted to Elenor al-Sabbah, noting the paleness of her skin and her pale golden eyes. Clearly of long-lived lineage, but was her mind stable? Not for the first time, he wished that he could speak to Illyrian on a thread. The ability to share information would have been helpful.

Drakkar also desired the deeper intimacy of that mind-to-mind connection, but it wasn’t to be.

Once Illyrian made her announcement, Drakkar would approach and greet Elenor directly. His skill with Protocol directly reflected on his Queen and he would show honor to Illyrian by showing honor to Tavar’s Queen. He extended his hands to take hers and the returned to his space beside Illyrian.

Thank you, and welcome to Gravesend, Lady al-Sabbah.” Drakkar said, fighting to make the name sound less like a curse and simply a name. After all, it was Abaddon’s surname, too. He didn’t hate Elenor al-Sabbah; he didn’t know her well enough to like or her dislike her. He did, however, hate that Tavar had given away the name of a hero to adopt the names of foreigners.

We understand that you were a guest in the Living Lake Province, recently. While we wait for Prince al-Izar, would you tell us about your time there? Did you see Starfall?” Drakkar asked. He stood close to Illyrian, but did not attempt to touch her or otherwise invade her space. Every time he looked at her, his gaze fell to her broken wing, still healing from the aftermath of his Rut. Drakkar remembered precious little of those three days from weeks ago, but whenever he dozed off or slept, Illyrian’s screams dragged him back to the world of the waking.

Her screams, paired with the taste of her cunt, caused more than a few sleepless nights for him.

It would be a shame if Lord Tavar brought you here without seeing some of the sights of the Province where he grew up.” Drakkar said.




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Re: Old Ways Won't Open New Doors
« Reply #3 on: Nov 08, 18, 01:17:43 AM »
Elenor tried not to gape as a beautiful, stately woman walked in with all the poise and grace of a Queen used to ruling and which Elenor had to fight so hard to imitate, the results always pale in comparison. The Long-Lived had the advantage there, she supposed. Still, it made her nerves zing until that golden gaze seemed to reach some sort of decision about her and Illyrian Kriat continued speaking.

Elenor greeted both her and Drakkar as was fitting, her hands blessedly free of nervous sweat as she did so. She should be petrified but somehow -perhaps Taracena’s Webs being lifted, perhaps just knowing that Tavar would live- her usual anxiety in formal situations didn’t rear its head.

“I’m sorry to hear you were hurt, Lady Kriat. I hope you’ve been able to take some time to recover and please, don’t apologize for the added security. I’ve known my fair share of that too this past year.” Beside her, she heard Danyal grunt in agreement and couldn’t help but shoot her Master of the Guard a little smile, as if in apology for how hard she often made his job.

The news that Lucky would be joining them was both exciting and distressing. It would be good to have another Pruulian diplomat in the room, evening out the numbers but she and Lucky had not been able to talk before this, not since prior to the start of their respective trips, in fact. They would have to improvise if they wished to show a united front and Elenor just didn’t know where he stood on the issues they had discussed in the past now that he was here and had seen Askavi for himself.

Saying as much, however, would be unwise so she simply stated, “we are acquainted, yes. I have no problem with him joining us. He represents all of Pruul while I only speak for one Clan so it will likely save us all some time.”

Once the Queen of Askavi sat, Elenor sank into one of the chairs in front of the desk too, Danyal choosing to stand near the door, present but not intrusive. The questions about Living Lake were a welcome distraction from the worry of the upcoming meeting so Elenor answered with no hesitation. “Living Lake was astonishing. I’ve been all over the Realm and I’ve never seen water that blue or a land so dramatic and beautiful. Your Territory is something very special.” It was hard to contain the enthusiasm in her voice as she spoke of it. Askavi truly was breathtaking, just as much as Pruul was if in entirely different ways. “The Steward of Starfall was kind enough to let us stay for a couple days but I’m afraid I was not able to extend my visit there, as much as I might have liked to at another time. Things at home require my attention and I’ve been gone too long already.”

Onn was besieged, the Hague were all but gone, and her people were about to break out into a Civil War. The sooner these negotiations ended, the sooner Elenor could rush back home and start putting out fires.

“Tavar did show me around a little and so did my cousin, Lady Kiarian Vasilev. Had I not been in such a rush I would have gladly stayed there several more days.” Her eyes left the Warlord Prince’s. He had asked the question but it was the other Queen to whom she wished to address what followed. “I was able to take a few walks and get a feel for the land. I… have no words for the sorrow I feel that your land suffers so and you, I am sure, along with it. While I won’t be here long, perhaps no more than one more day, if I can be of aid to you in any way, please know that I would be happy to assist. Borders and politics hardly matter to the soil and the plants and I don’t think I could forgive myself if I did not offer to help while I’m a guest here, not when there is so much need.”

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Re: Old Ways Won't Open New Doors
« Reply #4 on: Nov 08, 18, 08:52:02 AM »
Lucky al-Izar tossed and turned in bed. The cool air brushed against him and where there should have been peace there was discomfort. He could feel the bond to his siblings, feel them pulsing through him, but he was too far away. Too far. To him, the bond wrapped around his throat and tightened, strangling him. Screaming for him to return. Return.

The Warlord Prince sat up straight in bed, breathing hard. The bond had been in the background lately, a tickle while he was in Pruul, but the Mineborn could feel it burn underneath his skin. Calling him back to his family. Lucky took a breath and went to splash some water on his face, thinking.

He had thought once the Rains were over the bond he shared with his siblings might fade away. What other purpose was it for? They had fulfilled their destiny. Hmm. Something for him to think about. Perhaps speak to Omid later.

For now, Lucky bathed and changed into Pruulian clothes, a bright green thawb, a loose, long-sleeved, ankle-length garment. Rania had even embroidered some gold trim into it. He busied himself with re-reading Vashti’s offer to Askavi and thinking through his offer on behalf of his territory. When it was time for the meeting, he walked down the halls and paused at the door. He took a deep breath and a smile touched his lips at El’s scent.

He was displeased she was here, in such a dangerous territory, but he could not be mad at her for it. That was her males fault. Incompetent. The lot of them. She was lucky he was not her bonded. The Warlord Prince would ensure she did not do nearly as many stupid things.

Entering when bidden, Lucky bowed to the Warlord Prince and Queen of Askavi in turn. Now that the matter of Fin was settled, hopefully they could get off on a better foot. “Thank you for seeing me, Lady Kriat, Prince Estorath.” He noticed the way the Queen held herself and could feel her pain in the air. Hmm. Curious. The Mineborn turned his attention to Elenor and smiled. He bowed to her and took her hand, brushing his lips against the back of her palm. “Lady Sabbah. A pleasure to see you as always. I was quiet suprised you had travelled here.” He eyed her, wanting to speak about it later. He returned his attention to the rulers of Askavi. *I made your offer for leniency for Fin. The Queen did not take well to a male making it, but we have not had a chance to discuss any bartering further.* Lucky called in a thin bottle of traditional Pruulian alcohol.

“I wanted to offer the both of you a glass of arak while we talk. It is customary in Pruul to drink together, a gesture of community, before bargaining begins.” He uncorked the bottle of clear liquid and called in some glasses. If they did not wish to drink he would pour some for Elenor and smile. At least in this he felt a bit more comfortable.

There was nothing more Pruulian than bartering.

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Re: Old Ways Won't Open New Doors
« Reply #5 on: Nov 16, 18, 02:04:47 AM »
Drakkar watched Elenor intently, keeping in mind what he’d learned from Abbadon about Tavar’s Queen. Her skin was so pale. How did she survive in under the constant barrage of Pruul’s sun? The summers of Askavi could be brutal for the unprepared; how much worse was it in a giant desert for one whose skin could burn so easily. Drakkar supposed that he could ask Tavar about it, but that meant talking to the Sapphire Warlord. It meant resisting his natural urge to punch Tavar in the face every time he laid eyes upon him. Drakkar had questions, but the thought of asking Tavar to answer them left a foul taste in his mouth.

He just didn’t want to know that badly.

Elenor gushed about the Steward of Starfall, making Drakkar wonder if Elenor had gotten more than just a couple of nights’ rest at the Province Court of Living Lake. She sounded like a besotted lover. He recalled Vondar Shostakov from centuries ago, but hadn’t heard anything new about him. He’d lost his wings during the Hayllian attack on Askavi, relegating him to service outside the War Camps ever after. Prince Kurlov’s reports indicated that Prince Shostakov was undermining the Blood Seekers in Living Lake, but Drakkar had been so busy with Gravesend that he hadn’t had the time to look into it. Elenor spoke and Drakkar resolved that he’d discuss the matter with Illyrian before taking action.

Drakkar was advised that Prince al-Izar had arrived and he leaned over to whisper that information to Illyrian. She nodded, and Drakkar stood up to open the door and allow the Warlord Prince to the room. Drakkar inclined his head to Lucky when the Sapphire Warlord Prince greeted him. Drakkar gestured to the chair beside Elenor, returned to his place beside Illyrian. Once again, he marveled at how people so young could speak for an entire Territory. It wasn’t lost on him that both of these people were connected to Tavar and Abbadon.

He looked between them when Prince al-Izar said that he was surprised to see Lady Sabbah in Askavi. He leaned back slightly in his chair, drawing his wings tight against his back. But he was sitting upright against when Lucky called in the bottle. Drakkar instinctively shielded Illyrian from the younger Warlord Prince, unsure of what he planned. When he suggested drinking during the meeting, Drakkar’s eyes narrowed a fraction. He extended his senses, scanning the bottle of for any hostile Craft, followed by the alcohol and glasses themselves. Finding none, Drakkar still wasn’t comfortable allowing Illyrian to take the first sip. Better that, if there was trickery here, that he make the first move. He’d been poisoned once already and survived.

Abaddon and Tavar spoke well of these two people, but Drakkar didn’t care if they were sent by Mother Night Herself. No harm would come to Illyrian without Drakkar killing everyone else in this room first.

He took up the glass of arak and sipped it. The taste was...different. Drakkar set the glass back on the table. He wanted to tell Illyrian that he hated it, but there was no quiet way to do so.

Lady Kriat will lead these discussions and evaluate what you both offer. Askavi seeks allies as we move into a new age of...peace and diplomacy. But we’d like to make sure that we choose the right allies, same as the two of you.” Drakkar said, looking between them.

I cede the floor to my Lady for any questions that she may have.” Drakkar said, falling silent.




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Re: Old Ways Won't Open New Doors
« Reply #6 on: Nov 16, 18, 02:20:20 PM »
Elenor smiled brightly when Lucky walked in the door, happy beyond words to see another familiar face she had spent weeks worrying about. She rose to greet him and when they were seated once more reached under the desk to squeeze his hand.

“Where else would I be except the last place you’d expect? Really, Prince Izar, have we met?” She replied, with a twinkle in her eye. Hopefully, her relaxed posture would let him know that all was well and she was fine and confident. That it wasn’t entirely true didn’t matter, not right now. She accepted the drink he passed her with a nod of gratitude and took a fortifying sip of the burning liquid before asking,

“Would it be alright if I say something before we begin this negotiation in earnest? In the interest of that time, I will try to be brief and to the point.” It wasn’t as if she was often any other way. Still, she took a breath, centering herself and wondering one last time if her decision was the right one before forging ahead once the Queen of Askavi graciously ceded the floor with a nod. “I hear from my Bonded that he is to stay here on your orders, Lady Kriat. As you can expect this was not pleasant news to receive, as he is not only a part of my very soul that is being kept from me but also the Voice of my Clan and a leader among my people.”

She paused for a second there, long enough for them to hear and process the dismay in her tone but not long enough to respond. However, while I would have liked the chance to speak in his defense I will not undermine another Queen’s right to rule, or to demand a Prince for something they have deemed an injustice. You have judged him and you have sentenced him, and my personal feelings on the matter are inconsequential in the scope of this meeting.”

They probably expected her to come in begging or threatening or waving around her feelings. A week ago, she might have. A week ago her mind was spinning in a thousand different directions, never steady or focused but that wasn’t the case anymore. Oh, she was still in pain from recovering so many lost years. Her head ached, her fingers itched, and every time an unfamiliar male got too close her whole body would freeze but for the first time since she was sixteen Elenor’s mind was her own and perfectly still.

“Lady Kriat, you are now the ruling Queen of my Bonded. His life and his wellbeing are now tied to yours and your situation here is… not great. I’ve felt the land coming in and it screams for help. I passed the burned villages and have seen the refugees and hollow faces of your Landen. I speak bluntly because I am a blunt person and hope you do not take offense. I’m fairly certain that most of this is not of your personal doing and I’m sure you’re working hard to stay ahead of the issues, just as I am for my own people. Fin -Tavar- is one of those people, and so I’m here to offer you aid on his, and my, behalf.”

She called in a single sheet of paper and slid it across the table. “I don’t speak for all of Pruul -that’s what Prince Izar is here for- but I do speak for the Clan that deals the most with the outside world. The Sabbah instated a Salt Embargo on Askavi one hundred and ninety-two years ago as part of the reprisals for the war. I am sure you know better than I the damage it must have caused you in human lives, livestock, the slowing of movement over frozen mountain passes, industry, and the preservation of food. Before we even begin, as an act of good faith in these negotiations, I am lifting this embargo, forgiving the debt in unpaid reparations and ending the requirement for them. Tavar accepted me when I had nothing and gave me a chance, it would dishonor everything he has taught me to treat your Territory any differently. No one should live in fear of hunger with enemies hounding at their gates. Even the criminals sent to me from all over the Realm to work off life sentences are now guaranteed food, shelter, and safety; denying that to our neighbors in a time of crisis would be cruel and I will not be a part of such action. There is a limit to how much I can promise without the agreement of the elders and Voice of my Clan but I’m not here to take advantage of your situation and would like to find a way to help. Now, shall we get to the business of negotiating?”

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Re: Old Ways Won't Open New Doors
« Reply #7 on: Today at 07:37:27 PM »
Drakkar's power welled around her, settling into a tight shield that would keep her safe in case Prince al-Izar called forth a blade instead of a liquid. She nodded to the young Warlord Prince in appreciation but did not reach for a glass. Rather she watched as Drakkar scanned and tasted the liquid himself. Seeing that he did not keel over on the spot, she took it as a sign that he would not smack her hand away if she chose to try the offered drink. She sipped it slowly, allowing the strange taste to dance on her tongue. Taking a second sip, she set it back down on the desk before her. She was willing to honor Pruulian tradition, at least by ritual, but she did not intend to lose any of her faculties during this meeting.

As Illyrian listened to the yellow haired Queen graciously offer to remove the salt embargo imposed on Askavi for the last two centuries, she couldn't help but glance between her and the young Warlord Prince. What land would hold an Opal Queen beneath that of a Warlord Prince? Prince Ranosi had ruled once, but Askavi did not have the Queens needed to rule, and Endevar wore the Black. When a knowledgeable and  capable Queen was available, why was she merely speaking for a piece of the Territory?

But then, hadn't Illyrian herself refused to step forward to rule Askavi until Gillian convinced her and offered to stand at her side? A dull ache gripped her heart at the thought of her lost Sister Queen. Her hand rose from her lap and reached out to rest on Drakkar's arm. She didn't know if he needed her touch, but she knew she needed the reassurance of his presence, as confusing as it could be.

Their worlds were so different, all four of them. Perhaps this was why she and the Sapphire Warlord Prince had struggled to relate. Illyrian was an educated woman, but understanding the specific interactions within Pruul's borders had never been a focus of intense study for her. Still, Drakkar would feel her surprise along their bond and through the subtle tightening of her hand on his arm when Lady al-Sabbah mentioned prisoners. *Do you think Lady Maboya is aware the mines have reopened?* she asked Drakkar along a Summer Sky thread. She knew he could not answer her, but it would be a matter of discussion for them later when they were alone. Learning of the Black Jeweled Priestess Queen had been a shock for all in Terreille, and none wanted to see her focus returned to the land where she was imprisoned beneath the earth for decades.

"I accept these offerings with deep gratitude," she said, nodding deeply to Lady al-Sabbah. An offer of respect for the Queen who accepted her bound male's fate, even as it was painful to contemplate. "You were blunt with me and I shall offer you the same in turn. We are close to finishing a peace treaty and trade agreement with Dena Nehele. If that is an issue for Pruul, there is really no reason to continue these talks. I am not aware of bad blood between the two Territories, but then, I was also not aware that the salt mines were once again housing prisoners."

Her gaze settled on the Queen before moving to the Warlord Prince. There was no judgment to be found there, merely caution. "Which brings me to my second point. As you know, Shalador is home to many Eyriens. There are deep family ties that bind our two Territories, still." Like the High Priestesses estranged daughter, an Ebon Gray Queen whom she had met the previous Winsol. "I do not wish to find myself or Askavi facing the wrath of the Black Jeweled Priestess Queen for being aligned with a Territory she chooses to turn her anger towards. What reassurances can you offer to ensure what happened before shall not be repeated?"



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Re: Old Ways Won't Open New Doors
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Elenor’s fingers curled around the arms of her chair as Illyrian asked about the Salt Mines and mentioned Shalador. The presence of a Black Jeweled Priestess Queen who had been imprisoned in the salt mines within a short Wind Ride of here was unsettling. Taracena had confirmed that it would be imprudent of Elenor to ever walk into the Territory that had been her home off and on since she was eight. It was a painful thing to accept but that was the price of leading a Clan most of the world deemed to be either monsters or insignificant desert nomads.

She didn’t glance to Lucky. The Mines were a subject the two of them had studiously avoided. Oh, she had sent the Territory Council a detailed plan of how they were being run but the two of them had managed to not speak of it. She had with Prince Omid and it had gone… poorly. She understood why, but she also had data she doubted they did, so she answered Illyrian’s question before Lucky could.

“Lady Kriat, the Saltmines of Pruul produce some eighty percent of the salt for the entire Realm of Light. After they were closed, the estimated death toll from the absence of that salt on the market reached over fifty thousand before my predecessors reopened them quietly. Salt is essential for so much, as you well know and the Realm cannot realistically thrive without either the mines of Pruul or serious new infrastructure built along the coasts. Unfortunately, they have been mismanaged and those before me have used their necessity to get away with acts of true evil. Their intentions upon reopening them, I presume, were of the same evil nature as those who did so much harm to Prince Izar and others but they miscalculated and gave the rights to operate the mines to a man of sound moral character. Prince Jofari and I were acquainted even before I came to Pruul and he has been using the mines for the past few years as a place to free, rehabilitate, and help men and women who were once slaves, in a safe and fair environment. While that was a step up from what came before, I didn’t think it was enough. So I changed how they worked entirely.”

She called in the very last of the folios that she had made while in Pruul, “I’ve developed a new method for mining salt out of the earth, using water. We are in the process of converting all Pruulian Saltmines to this method using water I have recently acquired from Dena Nehele and Hayll, and hope to from you as well. This system takes unusable, brackish water and uses it to dissolve salt into brine, when it is pumped to the surface and allowed to dry out in the sun, the now clean and purified water recycled into the operation. This means that the only people going under the ground anymore are the engineers who operate the valves. They do little to no active mining and are provided with safety equipment and training. If you have any doubts, you are free to send anyone you want to inspect any of our mines. We have nothing to hide.”

She took a breath then met the Queen of Askavi’s eyes with a firm stare of her own. “Prisoners are still shipped to me, or rather to Prince Jofari. I have nothing to do with this, but I have used the personal funds of my Court to build above-ground shelters for these men and women. They work above ground packing and raking salt, are given a fair and ethical amount of food and water, work no more than eight hours a day, and are not punished harshly unless they harm others. Their cases are re-evaluated if they petition it, and when their time is done they are released with the tools to start a life anew. A prison is a prison but the mines are no longer a place of torment. We have had no higher casualty levels among the mining populations as the general Clan. If Lady Maboya hears that the mines are reopened I very much hope she will be willing to look at the facts of how they are managed now before she blasts us into oblivion, but I can understand if you don’t want to take the risk of having anything to do with me.”

Her heart raced as she finished and Elenor couldn’t quite work up the nerve to look over at Lucky. Would he hate her too?

Just because she was getting used to being assumed a monster while she tried hard to do good by her Clan, Territory, and Realm didn't make it sting any less.