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The intrigue that drives, and plagues, the Territory of Dharo has built and destroyed empires throughout the Territory; and everyone is eager for political power. The reign of Rheava Evesham has been challenged by these power struggles and even more so by the undercutting of power in her Court. The game of politics had bred the need for Spies within the Territory and they have become the backbone of the Queen's reign.
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Author Topic: The Kidnapping of a Queen  (Read 1799 times)

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Offline Alora Kent

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The Kidnapping of a Queen
« on: Dec 08, 15, 06:04:09 PM »
The relationship that Alora Kent had cultivated with Carter Evesham while she had played the role of Proxy Queen during the confinement of Rheava’s pregnancy was something that she valued. They had made a considerable effort to maintain their relationship, a close friendship based on mutual respect. Alora had always found it difficult to have a friend who was a man. It was particularly dangerous for those men given the jealousy that Dirk Ryder often displayed towards Alora; including the unfortunate death of Aidan Devlin, from the Scelt Court.

Therefore it was not unusual for Carter to seek her out in one of her many known hideaways. This time it was within the Library where she had claimed a quiet corner nearly an hour ago to read a fictional novel she had drawn from a high shelf. The spine had been dusty with disuse but lovingly cracked as well; a sign that years and years before Alora had stumbled upon this book someone else had loved it thoroughly.

Perhaps one day her heart would feel a similar sense of belonging.

“Carter!” Alora exclaimed with a soft smile. The Queen was quite frugal with whom she delivered that particular expression to, never knowing where Dirk might be hiding, or who might report her interest back to the Prince. Though she had since become convinced that he had long ago lost interest in the game of cat and mouse he had initiated with her.

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” Alora tagged the page with a clever bit of Summer Sky craft and stood up to greet the Steward of Dharo. It was only when she looked into his eyes that she felt the impending sense of doom.

“I need your help.” Sadness lurked behind his usually inexpressive eyes. “I don’t think I can tell Rheava…” Alora thought she saw tears welling in his eyes before a Purple Dusk aural shield fell across the Library. She underlaid the shield with a level of Opal for anyone who might try and breach the Steward’s Purple Dusk.

It was Dharo after all and Spies were common place.

But sometimes there were conversations that even the Spies didn’t need to overhear and she suspected this would be one of those. She wondered if it was even intelligent to tell her, as a non-ruling Queen, but she did have a unique relationship with Carter and this Court.

Perhaps even one day she would accept the offer from Rheava to serve within her First Circle.

“Silara has been kidnapped.” The words were practically whispered but Alora realized it was merely the harshness in Carter’s tone, the rasp of utter defeat. “I need you there to become Proxy Queen again. I need your support.” Alora’s heart clenched at the news and a million nightmares crossed her mind at once. As a mother herself, albeit an absent and hidden mother, she could only guess how horrible this would be for Rheava to take. Carter’s request would be fought against by the powerful and stubborn Queen, and Alora understood fully why he would solicit her help before informing Rheava of the news.

This would be no easy task.

“Let’s go tell her now. She needs to know.” Alora dropped her shield first and Carter’s was only a second behind it before both were bursting from the library, Alora’s book forgotten in the nook she had occupied.








Offline Rheava Evesham

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Re: The Kidnapping of a Queen
« Reply #1 on: Apr 23, 16, 02:55:49 PM »
There were many in Rheava Evesham’s life who had become critical of her priorities after the birth of her daughter Silara Essex. It had only been a matter of weeks between Silara’s birth and when Rheava finally returned to work in Coventry, as the Queen of Dharo. She had relieved Alora Kent of the duty as a stand in Queen and had comfortably reclaimed her office and her routine.

In Rheava’s mind her daughter was under the good parentage of Maclan Essex and comfortably protected at his estate. Whereas the Territory did not have the comfortable home and loving father that Silara had and therefore needed Rheava’s attention and devotion to her duty and job. Certainly she wasn’t the first Queen to have a baby while ruling a Territory and she would not be the last.

Other Queens would have brought their daughters to Court but Rheava didn’t dare take the risk.

Rheava’s Court had spent many years being plagued by suspicious deaths. In fact another had occurred while she was forced to undergo bedrest and seclusion before the birth of her daughter. Right under Carter and Alora’s noses an envoy from Scelt had been murdered.

From Scelt of all places! In the time since the death of the envoy that very same Queen had destroyed an entire Court by calling a witchstorm upon the Court. A bloody witchstorm. Rheava hadn’t believed the news until it had come from multiple verified sources. Truth be told Rheava had been under the impression that witchstorms were mere myth or relegated only to the darkest of Jewels. She supposed she should be grateful that no witchstorms were called upon Dharo following the death of the Queen’s close friend. Mother Night and may the Darkness be Merciful. No – Court was not a safe place for her baby girl.

The row that had occurred between Maclan and Rheava was worse than any they’d had during their tumultuous relationship to date. They were barely on speaking terms when Rheava visited the estate to see her daughter.

Truthfully Silara and Maclan were far from Rheava’s mind while she reviewed several reports on the state of smugglers along the Yarton coast. The navy was next to ineffectual against them and Rheava was reviewing a proposal on several options to combat their growing presence. If Dharo showed too much strength they could look like bullies in the struggle but if they showed too little strength, as seemed to be the case, then the smugglers would quickly gain the upper hand. The taxes weren’t astronomical on the items that they were smuggling but because they were bought in bulk and didn’t pay any import tax the smugglers were able to undercut every legitimate merchant trading in those goods and services.

Rheava was scratching out a note regarding the use of privateers on the back of the report when Carter and Alora nearly burst into her office unannounced. The Queen released a Purple Dusk shield that had been throw into place at the first sign of commotion when she realized it was her brother and friend.

Darkness, not another death, Rheava prayed.

“There’s no easy way to say this.” Carter said stepping forward and taking one of his sister’s hands warmly in his own. They were clammy and the nerves were echoed in her brother’s soft blue eyes. “Silara has been kidnapped.” The words made no sense. Silara? Kidnapped? She was safely protected in the home of Maclan Essex, her father, with the support of his Red Jeweled mother and an army of guards and servants.

“We’ll do everything we can to get her back, Rheava.” Alora said, having reached her other side and tentatively placing a calming hand on her shoulders. The younger Queen looked distraught over the news while Rheava somehow remained calm.

“Assemble the guards. Bring me the Runners. I want a representative from the Spies present immediate.” She ordered the two of them. Alora looked sad, even disappointed, as she took a step away and announced she would see to the orders. But Carter didn’t leave her side, not when Alora left the room, and not when Rheava collapsed in a heap of tears before she even realized she was crying.





Offline Eben Evesham

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Re: The Kidnapping of a Queen
« Reply #2 on: Dec 03, 16, 10:22:19 AM »
Carter hadn’t sent him a message via Craft, because there was not way for Eben to respond. Instead a woman ran into his suite, interrupting his reading of Court papers. She’d not even knocked which caused Eben to smile for a moment before the deathly pale glow from the Blood Woman’s face and the tension in her eyes was evident. Even before she spoke he knew something had happened.

Something bad.

“Lord Evesham has asked for you to attend the Queen.” Even in the midst of panic the woman kept to Protocol, even bowing her head. She forgot to apologize but Eben didn’t even bat an eye. In an emergency there was no need for niceties. Eben dropped the report onto the end table as he stood and starting running. The girl called out to him that the Queen was in her office.

Eben didn’t have the time to respond with I know. Rheava was defined by her work ethic first, second her composure, and only a distant third her relationships. His sister was devoted to Dharo but her personal life was complicated and difficult for the Queen. In that, Eben could easily understand for he’d loved and lost more than a man should be wont to do.

He burst into the room thinking that Glacia had moved against Dharo, or perhaps the war in Scelt had erupted into a true Civil War. When he saw Carter holding Rheava, his sister in tears, Eben went cold with a deeper fear than he could have imagined. Rheava did not cry.

With jerky motions he closed the door before he knelt down, taking the hand of his Queen and his sister. Gently he rubbed his thumb across the back of her hand, offering his support. Eben didn’t even dare ask the question, but he caught Carter’s gaze. His brother’s unshed tears told him just how bad it was.

Heart sinking, Eben waited for Rheava to speak the words that would seal his fear to reality. He worked to quiet his mind, not letting it play the game of imagining horrible things. Whatever hung between them now Eben knew it would be nigh unbearable. Between the three siblings, they would bear it though. Eben had borne much for his sister, he could again.





Offline Rheava Evesham

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Re: The Kidnapping of a Queen
« Reply #3 on: Dec 03, 16, 10:46:55 AM »
When had it become comfortable to cry in Carter’s arms? The thought penetrated through the onslaught of emotions that had forced Rheava to the floor with their sheet weight. As children there had always been a large gulf that existed between them and any relationship they had tried to achieve. Eben had been the brother she had clung to in difficult times and had considered to be the dearest friend she had in the world. Carter had been a nuisance and someone she could count on to argue with her over even the most mundane of topics.

Eben’s sudden appearance at her side vanished the stray thought and she took comfort in the touch of both her brothers. They were not a family often given into embracing emotions, or one another, and Rheava wondered why she hadn’t leaned on them ages ago. In truth she knew it was to spare them the strain and stress that would come with caring for their sister, and she was mindful that they were necessary resources to rule Dharo and not just beloved siblings.

The wave of anguish slowly dissipated and left behind numb devastation.

At some point during her emotional breakdown she’d struggled for breath and it was Carter’s calm words that had forced her to focus on breathing. In, and out. The words lingered as an echo in her mind even now, when she was breathing heavily from the exertion of those earlier emotions.

“Silara has been kidnapped.” Rheava told Eben numbly. Though the words were spoken calmly they lacked Protocol. “Are the Runners here? Guards? Spies?” She asked her brothers though she remained in a haze. “We need a lead.” She’d nearly called for the Rampart’s leader but didn’t want the organization involved. Guards, Runners and Spies all reported to her while the Ramparts had always been a separate entity. She needed only those organizations she could explicitly trust to have her best interest in mind in this matter.

Though her words were engaged with her brothers her eyes were unfocused and the Queen hadn’t moved from her place in a cozy circle of Carter’s arms and in Eben’s embrace.






Offline Eben Evesham

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Re: The Kidnapping of a Queen
« Reply #4 on: Dec 03, 16, 11:07:55 AM »
He’d considered the possibility that Silara had fallen sick, or worse, been killed. Kidnapping had seemed such a distant option, for so few people actually stooped to the level of using children as pawns. Even amidst the spying and deaths, children had been spared. Dharo had changed, right under his nose. Gone was the small sense of honor, for they’d crossed a line that had existed for hundreds of years.

Eben went both hot and cold at the news. Hot with anger that any would dare harm his niece. Cold, because any who could steal a babe under the eyes of Machlan was far more talented than a simple criminal. Someone with power, connects and likely powerful Jewels was behind the attack on Rheava’s young daughter.

There was no words to describe the moment he felt, so he merely pulled Rheava to him and kissed the top of his elder sister’s head. He’d been with her before, been her rock, so it was second nature. Having Carter there only spoke to how desperate the situation was, his stoic brother so neatly undone.

Eben didn’t know the status of the Runners or Guards but he’d seen Alora as he passed looking resolute. He hadn’t liked Alora for years but now, after working as Proxy for Rheava during the birth of her daughter, he knew the Queen would be doing what Rheava couldn’t at the moment. Those that Rheava needed would be summoned and they would be tasked with locating Silara.

“They will be summoned, we can trust Alora to do that.” Eben would have recommended rest and a sleeping tonic to another woman but Rheava was the sort to work not suffer in bed. “Let us summon your Lady’s Maid and have her fix your makeup, then we will go and meet who Alora has assembled.” Eben knew Rheava, she was formidable, but showing up tear stained and eyeliner smeared would be acceptable this time. Nevertheless, he offered as he expected his sister would want the comfort of composure in front of those she’d be tasking to find her daughter.





Offline Rheava Evesham

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Re: The Kidnapping of a Queen
« Reply #5 on: Dec 03, 16, 11:49:57 AM »
The press of Eben’s lips to Rheava’s head was a balm to her soul and she took a moment to appreciate the support and love radiating from both her brothers. Their love would not bring Silara back but it served as a reminder of the support and love she had at her side. Whoever dared to take Silara away from Machlan and the Essex Estate would pay dearly for stepping over that line in the sand. Children were never meant to be pawns in Dharo’s history of power struggles, and Rheava would make an example of each and every person involved in this dastardly scheme.

Eben was right; Alora would already be assembling all those necessary. Rheava needed to appear strong in the face of her enemies. Even when she had flown from the coup all those years ago she had been resolute and strong in the face of every adversity she faced. It was time to show Dharo that very same Queen; tough, elegant, resolute and powerful.

“I’ve summoned the lady’s maid.” Carter said quietly and stroked Rheava’s head. Now that the maid was her way Carter didn’t bother trying not to muss his sister’s appearance.

“Yes, we’ll fix my makeup and greet those assembled.” Rheava agreed again with Eben and accepted Carter’s handkerchief to dab at her cheeks and wipe away the smeared makeup and tears.  Slowly she began to reclaim herself from the emotional wreck she had just become and turmoil she had just suffered. With a deep heaving breath she handed the handkerchief to Carter, but did not move to stand up just yet.

There was one more truth left to face. “More, now than ever, I am going to have to lean on Alora to take spotlight given the circumstances. Aren’t I?” She questioned her brothers.

Dharo’s political sphere wouldn’t allow for a Queen in such turmoil to rule with free reign. All her decisions would be questioned and all would expect her choices to be influenced by the tragedy or her own agenda.





Offline Rhiannon Devine

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Re: The Kidnapping of a Queen
« Reply #6 on: Jul 25, 17, 11:29:04 PM »
Rhiannon had known that she had been right in sharing her secret with Maclan Essex during Rheava's pregnancy. He had been shocked to learn the truth and Rheava herself had been, well, displeased. But being the father and protector of the Territory Queen's daughter meant there were certain things he needed to know and how to reach the Spy Master in case of an emergency was one of them.

While Rhiannon still served Rheava, and Rheava was still her Queen, the relationship between the two females had grown strained over the years as the Territory's needs had warred with that of Rheava's own. After the pregnancy, Rhiannon had been determined to repair the relationship between Alora and Dirk, but there was no way to do so without defying her Queen, a thing she would not do, even now. And no matter the fact that the relationship between Dirk and Rhiannon had stretched out far longer than it was ever intended, it still served a purpose. Several, actually.

Not only was Rhiannon a wedge between Dirk and Alora, she had access to information that she would lose the moment she attempted to end the relationship, assuming she even could. They had grown entwined deeply in each other's lives. Their end would at the very least be a very public affair, something Rhiannon desperately did not want.

But that didn't change that Dirk's fear and paranoia around Rheava had only continued to grow, as had his possession over the gentle Heartwitch who soothed the jagged edges of his hardened heart. More and more she had needed to send Anwen to the Queen in her place. She had been able to only successfully meet with her female spies alone lest she raise both suspicion and Dirk's jealousies. In truth, the need for her to remain close to him was deeply interfering with her job.

It was a situation with no easy out and one that was further complicated by the fact that Rhiannon cared about Dirk. Deeply. She had broken her own rules and fallen for the man she was supposed to keep watch over. If one of her spies had done so, the assignment would have been ended and the punishment would have been harsh. But when it came to Dirk Ryder and Rheava Evesham, nothing was so simple.

The news had found its way to her, as it always did, and she rose from her sleepless rest and dressed quickly, pulling on a coat and heading to her dress shop. Rhiannon slept even less now than before, and she had been attempting to nap in the quiet of the day when the news came. She went directly to the back of the shop, passing through a false wall. With Dirk spending so much time with her, her chambers were no longer the sanctuary of her secrets that they had once been. With a quick hand, she sent out several encoded messages to various contacts and a secondary set that would trigger the protocol in place for exactly this eventuality. She needed to gather information as fast as she could. She also left a more obvious one for her sister, nothing mentioned directly simply she would be out the next few days and to reschedule her clients.

She would find Dirk that night, or better yet, allow him to find her, and let him tell her the news. It would be tricky to manage his fears, but she had come to know the things she needed to say to back him down from the ledge when his panic took hold. Only then did she make her way to Rheava. She didn't have any information for her yet, but she needed to see her in person before continuing with her work.

Rhiannon was admitted through all of Rheava's guards on the Queen's own orders, a thing that Rhiannon had considered asking her to revoke more than once for fear that it could be used against her. But right now she was glad for it. She found Rheava in a rare moment of emotional distress with Carter attempting to comfort her. Slipping into the guise of the gentle dress maker with nothing more to offer than a soft embrace and a cleaning cloth for Rheava's face, she curtsied to the males in the room and their Queen. "Lady Evesham. May I offer my help to see you prepared?" It was a beautifully constructed mask, one made up of so many truths the lies were well camouflaged indeed. But Rheava would know, of course, exactly why she was there in that moment.



Offline Rheava Evesham

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Re: The Kidnapping of a Queen
« Reply #7 on: Jun 16, 18, 03:54:41 PM »
Politics in Dharo were infamous for their back stabbing and predatory ways, but all would have been in agreement that children were off limits.

Normally if anything had happened to Rheava’s Court she would have assumed it was a political rival, or perhaps Dirk Ryder still out for revenge. Rhiannon Devine had managed to find a way to cull Dirk’s more psychopathic tendencies for the time being and for that Rheava was grateful. However that did not mean he would be spared the scrutiny of an investigation to determine if he was at all involved in hatching this plot.

Rhiannon’s appearance was expected, even if their relationship had ultimately shifted and changed in the last few years. She had grown accustomed to seeing Anwen Devine more often than Rhiannon Devine for her standard updates with regards to the Spy network that Rhiannon managed on her behalf.

It took Rheava more than a fair moment to contain her emotions. Finally, when all those nasty and inconvenient feelings were tucked away she turned to her brothers. “Please excuse us for a few minutes. I fear I do not look the least bit presentable.” She explained softly. She sensed that neither man wanted to leave the room.

A look passed between the brothers before Carter excused them both from the presence of Rheava and Rhiannon. Once the door clicked shut behind Carter and Rheava enacted a set of Purple Dusk shields on the room, ranging from aural to protectorate, she turned to her Spy Master for somethinganything.





Offline Rhiannon Devine

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Re: The Kidnapping of a Queen
« Reply #8 on: Aug 02, 18, 02:38:22 AM »
As soon as the males left their Queen alone, Rhiannon felt Rheava's Craft rise to shield the room. The Hearth Witch wanted to kneel before her Queen and offer anything and everything she could to soothe the torrent of emotions that she could only imagine tore through Rheava's heart. But those were not the women they were. As soft as Rhiannon allowed others to think her, the gentle dressmaker who served in her Lady's Court, Rheava knew better. Behind those kind eyes, a sharp intellect worked. And it was that she was here to offer her Queen.

"I'm going to tell you a number of things. I'm also going to help you prepare to leave this room. First things first. I know nothing yet. I know that is not what you want to hear but it is the reality of where we are at." Rhiannon would only speak truth to her Queen about a matter such as this. She would not give her false hope or lead her on. But she also knew Rheava had to be able to function. And that wasn't possible if she couldn't trust her Spy Master to be upfront and clear with her.

"I have sent word to contacts within the spy network who will report back at regular intervals. If there is new information, I will update you once every two hours. If there is not, you'll get a morning and evening update. Vital information will be brought immediately, of course." She set about gathering things Rheava might need. Several choices of things to wear, warm water and a cloth to wash her face, a brush for her hair. She would help however needed, but she did not treat her Queen like an invalid or a small child. Rheava Evesham was the strongest woman Rhiannon had ever known.

"I have also initiated the protocol I set up while you were pregnant in case anything ever happened to your child. Rheava, within a few hours, every spy in Dharo will be looking for her and any sign of her abductors. My hope is that we will have solid information flowing in soon." She paused for a moment before continuing. "I need to prepare you. If this is a kidnap for ransom, we will likely be hearing word by the end of the day. And if that is the case, their demands may put you in a very difficult position. It is not always money that is demanded. You and Dharo both could be at risk alongside Silara." 



Offline Rheava Evesham

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Re: The Kidnapping of a Queen
« Reply #9 on: Sep 23, 18, 12:16:10 PM »
Rheava felt the loss of her brothers’ comfort once the door closed, but she knew better than to lose herself in grief. She was a doer, not a crier, and she would not lose her hard won calmness in the face of this travesty.

When Queens in other Territories chose to rule they focused first on building a Triangle and a First Circle who could support their ambitions and policies. In Dharo, when a Queen chose to rule they also had to consider the creation of a Spy Network. Finding a Spy Master was an even more difficult challenge than finding a competent Steward – and a Dharoan Court could not function without both.

The wisp of hope to which she had clung since Rhiannon had been sent for evaporated, like a puddle on a hot summer’s day. The Spy Master knew nothing. And that meant that the situation was far more dire than Rheava had previously wanted to consider. Truth was a currency that she and Rhiannon had always traded in but at the moment it didn’t seem to be enough for the Queen as she dug her nails into the shroud of calmness she felt slipping away.

Rhiannon’s ability to multi-task contributed to her success as a Spy Master. Rheava accepted the water to wash and was quick and efficient at cleaning her face, though nothing could remove the dark circles beneath her haunted eyes. Next she focused on taming her hair into a simple bun, more severe and unlike the more intricate styles she favoured at Court. By the time she was dressed in plain, but Queenly, clothing, she was ready to hear what Rhi had planned.

Rheava digested Rhiannon’s words carefully. Ransom for money was something that Rheava (and Maclan) could very well afford to pay. But Ransom for Dharo was not a currency in which Rheava could expose herself to consider. Which is what Rhi was cautioning her against.

“You think I should name a proxy sooner rather than later.” It was not a question, but a statement from the Queen. It was a thought that had already crossed her mind. During her pregnancy Alora Kent had proven to be a successful Queen in Rheava’s stead, and had earned Rheava’s trust. Yet she hesitated to send for the younger Queen just yet. Not when her daughter’s life was on the line. Alora, as a mother, would also have a potentially tainted perspective if a political ransom forced their hands.





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Re: The Kidnapping of a Queen
« Reply #10 on: Dec 20, 18, 06:35:25 PM »
"Yes," the Spy Master replied without hesitation. "I do." Alora was the obvious choice. Despite whatever personal issues Rhiannon had with Dirk's Queen, she had guided Dharo in the past and could do so again if necessary. And in her estimation, it was absolutely necessary.

"You understand the game of politics better than nearly anyone else in Dharo. I am only voicing what you already know." She made a few quick adjustments to Rheava's dress, smoothing her hands over the simple lines with a brush of Opal Craft. Just because she was here in her capacity as her Queen's Spy Master did not mean she could not follow her instincts to make the fabric bend to her will. Her mind moved at a startling speed, but her Craft craved the steady creation of cloth into beauty.

"You look very regal," she said, peering over Rheava's shoulder into the mirror. "When you speak publicly, there will be questions. Take your time. I know everything feels so painfully urgent right now. Just consider. What would you advise another Queen to do in your circumstances? How would you hope for her to present herself?"

Rhiannon wished they didn't need to worry about such things, but both women knew otherwise. Dharo's climate didn't allow for shows of weakness, and the Territory expected a great deal of their Queen. Rightly so, in Rhiannon's view. Rheava had earned their loyalty and their trust. And now the people could return that loyalty while their Queen searched for her precious daughter. 

"Are you ready?" she asked in a gentler tone than she had been using. "We will get her back, Rheava. I swear it."



Offline Rheava Evesham

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Re: The Kidnapping of a Queen
« Reply #11 on: Jan 26, 19, 08:45:09 AM »
The finality of Rhiannon’s words struck Rheava like a blow to the chest. There had now been too many times during her rule that she had been forced toe step aside for Alora Kent, her younger protegee who avoided the spotlight unless explicitly invited into it by Rheava. For all intents and purposes Rheava ought to have despised and hated Alora Kent, but instead she had grown to admire and respect the Queen. And she had proven to be a reliable and diligent ally.

Yet the blow still hurt – Alora Kent was deemed a more suitable Queen in this moment of tragedy than Rheava.

Selfishly Rheava considered blurting out the truth of Alora’s own inadequacies as a leader in this particular moment – after all, she was a mother too. Except that was a well-guarded secret that even at her most petulant Rheava could not expose. It would put Pippa, Alora’s daughter, in too much danger given that her father was Dirk Ryder and he was entirely unaware of her existence. No, Rheava would not sabotage the younger Queen unnecessarily when she was the right choice in this matter.

Rhiannon’s soft words were soothing and had a remarkable calming effect on the Queen. Perhaps a good Spy Master came with more skills than the ability to cultivate and manage a unique network of agents.

The conviction in Rhi’s tone was enough to force Rheava to straighten her back, steel her expression, and draw a calming breath deeply into her lungs. They would get Silara back if Rheava had to tear through every single inch of Dharoan land to find her daughter. She might not be traditionally maternal but it came much easier to the Queen when her child was threatened, and the Territory would hear her roar.

“I’m ready. And we will get her back.” She told Rhiannon with the confidence of a woman who had served as Queen of Dharo for nearly a quarter of a century (in total).