I quickly began packing my bags after my argument with Azjah. It occured to me that I had not asked her to stop all investigations in the matter about my mother.
I knocked on the door that seperated our bed chambers. There was no response and I knocked again. Finally, I heard a response. "Yes Klinton?"
"Please inform Gabriel to call off all search attempts."
"I can't do that Klinton. He's already in Lu'an."
I had had enough. I was done with this. I slapped my palm against the door, creating a very loud effect. I finished packing my bags, at sat on my bed. I would remain here until I was informed that I could leave the Triberg house, at which time I would leave the planet entirely. I was sitting, staring blankly at the well, when Lucien faded into view.
"Gabriel is in Lu'an, and has already found out what he was sent to learn. If you choose to give up what you have in your corner, fighting for you, that is your mistake Mr. Caer. But if you are going to walk away, do so before tomorrow. After that, there is no walking away."
I was furious. My mind had been made up. Did I love Azjah? Yes. No question. But I could not trust her like that. I felt betrayed, and backstabbed. It would not be easy to get over. I glared back at Lucien, "First of all, I hope you do not consider yourself welcome here with me. Secondly, Azjah has broken the trust of our relationship...with YOUR encouragement I might add. Thirdly, I am not walking away, I'm at an all out sprint."
"Mr. Caer, your desire or lack of such to have my presence is irrelevant. Your opinion of the Marchioness is erroneous, and I will help you sprint if that is truly your desire. "
I pointed toward my bags. "I'm all packed, let's go."
"The very last thing that needs to happen is for vows to be sealed, and there be no way out for the Marchioness." Lucien glanced toward my bags. "We are seeking an audience with the Kaiser to petition your release. Remain here pending her return."
"I'll be waiting."
Lucien faded from view.
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Several minutes, maybe hours passed. I am unclear. But eventually four men entered my rooms. They were dressed in the colors of the Kaiser, and I assumed they were guards, and then they made an announcement, confirming my assumption. Very quickly I was surrounded.
"Mr. Caer. We are here to escort you to the courts of the Kaiser immediately. Your presence is required."
I simply shut my eyes and rose. THere would be no use in fighting anything anymore. I did not have control. After another several minutes, we arrived at the courts. I was escorted before the Kaiser. I heard Azjah mutter that she was sorry, but I did not respond. I bowed before the Kaiser, not lifting my eyes at all. Finally, I was the model person in court. I followed the perfect example. Being too frustrated, exhausted, and beaten to put up any kind of fight, when the Arch Bishop asked, I simply said "I do."
That was that. We were married. I linked arms with Azjah, escorting her out on my right side...my blind side. I could not bear to look at her.
We were married. We had accomplished what we came here to accomplish. We would deal with the gap between us some other time.
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I was never very good at politics. I like to think I've got some intelligence and cunning but playing within boundaries has always been difficult. It's a game of wits, and normally I just escape and avoid those situations. It's a skill I've yet to develop fully. The Earl, on the other hand, is playing this game neatly.
I heard the door open and someone walked around the room then stood near me. "Do you know why you are here?"
"Bait? Insurance? Interrogation? Take your pick, I've been used for all three."
"And how did that turn out?”
I laughed. “Well, when I was used as bait it worked. When I was used as insurance it didn’t work, no one really cares that much. And I don’t do well with interrogations, I’ve got a surprisingly strong will.”
There was silence and I knew the Earl was trying to plan his next move. “Do you know who placed this dagger on me?” He dropped the weapon on my lap I couldn’t grab it due to the binds around my hands. However, it did give me a general idea of the shape.
“How should I know?”
“The dagger, is actually mine, but the blood is not blood I have spilt. It was placed near my lower back during the fete, just a precaution of course. I would like to know who is framing me for the death of Marica and why they killed her. I believe you hold the answers.” He took the dagger from my lap and left me to think about my next answer.
“Why should I tell you what I think? They are only assumptions after all.”
“My dear, right now you are in no place to argue. Trust me, I can make the lives of those you care for absolutely miserable.”
The man obviously knew a lot about me, for that is the only threat I would respond to. My own life means nothing at this point. “The lives of whom?”
“Your kids, for instance, would have a very unpleasant future. Azjah would feel terribly guilty if you were ever to get hurt. And how would you like it if Caleb thought our involvement ran a little…deeper?” I cringed inwardly. This man was pulling out the three threats that could make me do near anything. “So, were you involved in this little scheme?”
“No.”
“Do you know who was involved in this plot?”
“Once again, I’ve only got assumptions.”
“Which are?”
I sighed and began my little explanation. “Caleb had some feelings for me that were quite strong. When you began to ‘court’ me, as it were, he didn’t take to well to that. His motive for doing this would be me. He is also a trained assassin, skilled, cool, collected and stealthy. Killing people efficiently and silently while remaining unidentified is his job. So unless you have any other suspects, Caleb would be my best guess.”
Kendrick paced back and forth a moment. Perhaps he was thinking about the man who bumped into him and recalling all the events of the fete. I heard him leave and shut the door. He was probably going to talk with his little minions.
I heard the door open and someone walked around the room then stood near me. "Do you know why you are here?"
"Bait? Insurance? Interrogation? Take your pick, I've been used for all three."
"And how did that turn out?”
I laughed. “Well, when I was used as bait it worked. When I was used as insurance it didn’t work, no one really cares that much. And I don’t do well with interrogations, I’ve got a surprisingly strong will.”
There was silence and I knew the Earl was trying to plan his next move. “Do you know who placed this dagger on me?” He dropped the weapon on my lap I couldn’t grab it due to the binds around my hands. However, it did give me a general idea of the shape.
“How should I know?”
“The dagger, is actually mine, but the blood is not blood I have spilt. It was placed near my lower back during the fete, just a precaution of course. I would like to know who is framing me for the death of Marica and why they killed her. I believe you hold the answers.” He took the dagger from my lap and left me to think about my next answer.
“Why should I tell you what I think? They are only assumptions after all.”
“My dear, right now you are in no place to argue. Trust me, I can make the lives of those you care for absolutely miserable.”
The man obviously knew a lot about me, for that is the only threat I would respond to. My own life means nothing at this point. “The lives of whom?”
“Your kids, for instance, would have a very unpleasant future. Azjah would feel terribly guilty if you were ever to get hurt. And how would you like it if Caleb thought our involvement ran a little…deeper?” I cringed inwardly. This man was pulling out the three threats that could make me do near anything. “So, were you involved in this little scheme?”
“No.”
“Do you know who was involved in this plot?”
“Once again, I’ve only got assumptions.”
“Which are?”
I sighed and began my little explanation. “Caleb had some feelings for me that were quite strong. When you began to ‘court’ me, as it were, he didn’t take to well to that. His motive for doing this would be me. He is also a trained assassin, skilled, cool, collected and stealthy. Killing people efficiently and silently while remaining unidentified is his job. So unless you have any other suspects, Caleb would be my best guess.”
Kendrick paced back and forth a moment. Perhaps he was thinking about the man who bumped into him and recalling all the events of the fete. I heard him leave and shut the door. He was probably going to talk with his little minions.
Anne Ellis Feren
When Kendrick came back I was beginning to get a little thirsty and my stomach felt very empty. However, if I was going to get anywhere I couldn’t show weaknesses or ask him for anything. He could use that against me.
“You told me a lot about your dear Caleb.” I remained stoic. “You realize that the information you gave me alone helped me to pinpoint where he was, when he killed Marica, and what he was dressed like? I’ve got enough information to get him put to death. Why did you give him up like that?”
I muttered softly. “Caleb is a very capable man.”
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
“Doesn’t it?” I felt like I was getting minutely better at these games.
“Explain.”
“No.” Caleb can keep himself alive because he’s just that capable; he can escape anything. I would rather confess he’s an assassin then have him think I didn’t love him, that I had done more then dance with the Earl and spend an afternoon with him. I knew, somehow I just knew, that that would be more detrimental then the Kaisers searching eyes.
The Earl walked behind me and began to play with my hair. I shuddered at this simple toying affection. It was sickening. “I have requested audience with the Kaiser. Do you know why?”
“No.” I knew perfectly well why, but I wasn’t going to let him have that gratification. I was going to make him explain. Besides, I might get more out of him like that.
“To prove my innocence.”
“How are you going to manage that? I expect the Kaiser would throw you into prison the moment he laid eyes on you.”
The man leaned closer and whispered in my ear. “That’s why I’m sending a proxy to go with you.” With me? I was going to see the Kaiser? Hah! The Kaiser hated ever fiber of my being!
“You are going to tell the Kaiser everything you told me about Caleb. You are going to defend my position, a witness to my innocence. And if you don’t, I will make good on my threats.”
I remained utterly silent. He walked around me and pulled back my bangs to examine my face. “You must’ve been very beautiful.” I turned my head away; he laughed softly and left the room.
“You told me a lot about your dear Caleb.” I remained stoic. “You realize that the information you gave me alone helped me to pinpoint where he was, when he killed Marica, and what he was dressed like? I’ve got enough information to get him put to death. Why did you give him up like that?”
I muttered softly. “Caleb is a very capable man.”
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
“Doesn’t it?” I felt like I was getting minutely better at these games.
“Explain.”
“No.” Caleb can keep himself alive because he’s just that capable; he can escape anything. I would rather confess he’s an assassin then have him think I didn’t love him, that I had done more then dance with the Earl and spend an afternoon with him. I knew, somehow I just knew, that that would be more detrimental then the Kaisers searching eyes.
The Earl walked behind me and began to play with my hair. I shuddered at this simple toying affection. It was sickening. “I have requested audience with the Kaiser. Do you know why?”
“No.” I knew perfectly well why, but I wasn’t going to let him have that gratification. I was going to make him explain. Besides, I might get more out of him like that.
“To prove my innocence.”
“How are you going to manage that? I expect the Kaiser would throw you into prison the moment he laid eyes on you.”
The man leaned closer and whispered in my ear. “That’s why I’m sending a proxy to go with you.” With me? I was going to see the Kaiser? Hah! The Kaiser hated ever fiber of my being!
“You are going to tell the Kaiser everything you told me about Caleb. You are going to defend my position, a witness to my innocence. And if you don’t, I will make good on my threats.”
I remained utterly silent. He walked around me and pulled back my bangs to examine my face. “You must’ve been very beautiful.” I turned my head away; he laughed softly and left the room.
Anne Ellis Feren
Walking down the hall slowly I heard my footsteps echo softly in time with the man beside me. The messenger was loyal to the Earl and was watching my every move. I couldn’t mess this up, because if I did … well I just wouldn’t. We waited outside a door for a moment and then were escorted into the Kaisers grand room once more. This time I fell immediately to a low curtsy and the man beside me knelt.
"Kennen Sie Ihre Aufgabe. Halten Sie Ihre Ehre." The man’s voice echoed slightly, this phrase seemed to be the only way to greet the Kaiser.
We waited a painfully long time till the Kaiser spoke tensely. “What does the Earl have to say?”
“My Liege, the Earl of Tuebingen wishes to defend himself against the charges pressed against him.”
“We are listening.”
“Milord, the Earl has proof that he was framed for the death of Marica, the daughter of The Duchess of Hanover. He also has witnesses, one of which I have brought, that he was not near the young woman Marica during the fete. The Earl of Tuebingen also has information concerning the true murderer of Marica.”
There was another long pause, and I felt the Kaisers eyes land on me. “Our paths have crossed again commoner.” I winced, wishing I could take back the words I spoke not days ago. Once again the Kaiser addressed the messenger.
“You may rise Messenger, please present your proof and the information concerning the murderer.”
I heard the Messenger rise and approach the Kaiser placing some sort of box at his feet. “Within this box, Milord, is the weapon used to kill Marica. You may notice that it is the Earl's own decorative dagger and has never been used in battle before but is only worn as ornamentation. On this dagger are the fingerprints of someone other then the Earl, and no one but the Earl himself has been permitted to hold, touch, or clean this dagger.”
The Messenger stepped back slowly and then spoke humbly, it sounded slightly muffled as if his head were bowed. “The Earl has reason to believe that a Mr. Caleb Feren, who arrived with the Marchioness von Triberg is responsible for the death of Marica. He is a trained assassin and was in attendance at the fete.”
I bit my tongue as I held the uncomfortable curtsy, and also to keep from blurting out some comment or other. The Kaisers voice cut like ice. “We did not see Mr. Feren during the fete Messenger.”
“Our information has uncovered that upon entering your masque, Milord, he did not proceed to meet the royal family. Instead he proceeded to find the Earl, with whom he made physical contact. Shortly after he bumped into him again and then disappeared. He was dressed in simple attire and feathers making him blend in easily.”
There was once again silence, but I felt the Kaisers eyes land on me. “And what does the witness have to say in defense of the Earl?”
I noticed how my name was never used. I was a pawn once more. Softly I replied to the Kaisers request. “My Liege, I was with the Earl of Tuebingen for the majority of the fete. I danced with him for approximately ten minutes, and I can assure you he never spoke to any other women while dancing with me. The Earl did not excuse himself once, and there was not enough time between our parting and the last scream of Marica for the Earl to have murdered her and escaped from the scene of the crime.”
The Kaiser then released me from that awful curtsy and I awaited the next move of the Emperor. “Do you have any other requests on behalf of the Earl, Messenger?”
“The Earl requests a Writ of Protection Milord.”
“Granted. You may leave Messenger, your witness, however, must remain for the time being.”
I heard the doors open then close, and I waited in solitude for whatever wrath the Kaiser was ready to deal. We waited in a tense silence.
“Would you like any protection as well or are you willing to remain with the Earl?”
“I would remain with the Earl Milord.” It had been part of my agreement with the Earl just before I left. I was not to return to Azjah.
“You are dismissed.”
"Kennen Sie Ihre Aufgabe. Halten Sie Ihre Ehre." The man’s voice echoed slightly, this phrase seemed to be the only way to greet the Kaiser.
We waited a painfully long time till the Kaiser spoke tensely. “What does the Earl have to say?”
“My Liege, the Earl of Tuebingen wishes to defend himself against the charges pressed against him.”
“We are listening.”
“Milord, the Earl has proof that he was framed for the death of Marica, the daughter of The Duchess of Hanover. He also has witnesses, one of which I have brought, that he was not near the young woman Marica during the fete. The Earl of Tuebingen also has information concerning the true murderer of Marica.”
There was another long pause, and I felt the Kaisers eyes land on me. “Our paths have crossed again commoner.” I winced, wishing I could take back the words I spoke not days ago. Once again the Kaiser addressed the messenger.
“You may rise Messenger, please present your proof and the information concerning the murderer.”
I heard the Messenger rise and approach the Kaiser placing some sort of box at his feet. “Within this box, Milord, is the weapon used to kill Marica. You may notice that it is the Earl's own decorative dagger and has never been used in battle before but is only worn as ornamentation. On this dagger are the fingerprints of someone other then the Earl, and no one but the Earl himself has been permitted to hold, touch, or clean this dagger.”
The Messenger stepped back slowly and then spoke humbly, it sounded slightly muffled as if his head were bowed. “The Earl has reason to believe that a Mr. Caleb Feren, who arrived with the Marchioness von Triberg is responsible for the death of Marica. He is a trained assassin and was in attendance at the fete.”
I bit my tongue as I held the uncomfortable curtsy, and also to keep from blurting out some comment or other. The Kaisers voice cut like ice. “We did not see Mr. Feren during the fete Messenger.”
“Our information has uncovered that upon entering your masque, Milord, he did not proceed to meet the royal family. Instead he proceeded to find the Earl, with whom he made physical contact. Shortly after he bumped into him again and then disappeared. He was dressed in simple attire and feathers making him blend in easily.”
There was once again silence, but I felt the Kaisers eyes land on me. “And what does the witness have to say in defense of the Earl?”
I noticed how my name was never used. I was a pawn once more. Softly I replied to the Kaisers request. “My Liege, I was with the Earl of Tuebingen for the majority of the fete. I danced with him for approximately ten minutes, and I can assure you he never spoke to any other women while dancing with me. The Earl did not excuse himself once, and there was not enough time between our parting and the last scream of Marica for the Earl to have murdered her and escaped from the scene of the crime.”
The Kaiser then released me from that awful curtsy and I awaited the next move of the Emperor. “Do you have any other requests on behalf of the Earl, Messenger?”
“The Earl requests a Writ of Protection Milord.”
“Granted. You may leave Messenger, your witness, however, must remain for the time being.”
I heard the doors open then close, and I waited in solitude for whatever wrath the Kaiser was ready to deal. We waited in a tense silence.
“Would you like any protection as well or are you willing to remain with the Earl?”
“I would remain with the Earl Milord.” It had been part of my agreement with the Earl just before I left. I was not to return to Azjah.
“You are dismissed.”
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It was time
The trip back to Triberg House was silent. No joyous celebration, no champagne toasts, just silence.
We entered the house, and went to our respective rooms.
Silence.
I undressed and slid into a silken robe, then went onto the balcony overlooking the cityscape. A new gibbous moon reflected the sun's light down over the silvered city. I tried so very hard to keep the pain at bay - but then Lucien apparated, and wrapped his arms around me in a silent hug. My grief overflowed the walls I'd worked hard to erect.
Lucien never said a word. We stood there for a long while, as silenced sobs wracked me. In the end, I wiped the tears from my eyes, and turned once more to survey the cityscape. When at last I went inside, Lucien had gone. I never heard him leave.
Today was to be our sealing of vows, but now, it was only the hollow trappings of Peer Formality. The wedding of plan, the excitement, the joy have all vanished; to be replaced by a forced binding in the dark of the night to a man who did not want me.
A hollow ache was all I felt when Katarina arrived to begin preparing me for this day.
Katarina tried to chat amiably as she drew the scented bath, my favorite fragrance of ginger and orange perfumed the water as well as the air. Her one sided chatting continued as she shampooed my hair, and even as she wrapped me in a heated bath sheet.
Lucien stood silently on the balcony. His own thoughts hidden even from me.
At length, Katarina grew silent. Working to complete my hair and makeup before bringing Koy's beautiful creation for me to don. The champagne beige dress flowed from the dropped waist to the floor like the froth of a waterfall. The fitted bodice was cut to emphasize my figure, and the decolletage was moderately low. Nothing scandalous for a late morning wedding. A crossing sash of transparent tule in the royal blue of Triberg was the only color to break the beige, it started at my right shoulder, and pinned neatly at my waist before cascading down to the floor in an ever widening inflection of color.
Katarina had set twin combs into my hair, putting the pale blonde mass off my neck with silver and sapphire. Sapphires were also at my ear lobes and throat.
The woman who looked back at me from the mirror was a foreigner. Someone I'd never seen before.
Lucien moved then. Coming to take my arm, escorting me down the stairs to the waiting Maybach.
I do not remember the short ride to the Cathedral. The suite of rooms where I was led were equiped with mirrors and comfortable chairs, but dresses as I was, I could not sit and so I paced. There were four women there to attend me, but there was nothing left for them to do.
Flowers arrived. They exclaimed over them as my bouquet was unwrapped. It was a long cascade of peach and cream stargazer lilies, with salmon genestra, cream colored roses and feather fern. It nearly touched the floor when I held it as instructed.
Too soon, Lucien summoned me.
It was time.
We entered the house, and went to our respective rooms.
Silence.
I undressed and slid into a silken robe, then went onto the balcony overlooking the cityscape. A new gibbous moon reflected the sun's light down over the silvered city. I tried so very hard to keep the pain at bay - but then Lucien apparated, and wrapped his arms around me in a silent hug. My grief overflowed the walls I'd worked hard to erect.
Lucien never said a word. We stood there for a long while, as silenced sobs wracked me. In the end, I wiped the tears from my eyes, and turned once more to survey the cityscape. When at last I went inside, Lucien had gone. I never heard him leave.
Today was to be our sealing of vows, but now, it was only the hollow trappings of Peer Formality. The wedding of plan, the excitement, the joy have all vanished; to be replaced by a forced binding in the dark of the night to a man who did not want me.
A hollow ache was all I felt when Katarina arrived to begin preparing me for this day.
Katarina tried to chat amiably as she drew the scented bath, my favorite fragrance of ginger and orange perfumed the water as well as the air. Her one sided chatting continued as she shampooed my hair, and even as she wrapped me in a heated bath sheet.
Lucien stood silently on the balcony. His own thoughts hidden even from me.
At length, Katarina grew silent. Working to complete my hair and makeup before bringing Koy's beautiful creation for me to don. The champagne beige dress flowed from the dropped waist to the floor like the froth of a waterfall. The fitted bodice was cut to emphasize my figure, and the decolletage was moderately low. Nothing scandalous for a late morning wedding. A crossing sash of transparent tule in the royal blue of Triberg was the only color to break the beige, it started at my right shoulder, and pinned neatly at my waist before cascading down to the floor in an ever widening inflection of color.
Katarina had set twin combs into my hair, putting the pale blonde mass off my neck with silver and sapphire. Sapphires were also at my ear lobes and throat.
The woman who looked back at me from the mirror was a foreigner. Someone I'd never seen before.
Lucien moved then. Coming to take my arm, escorting me down the stairs to the waiting Maybach.
I do not remember the short ride to the Cathedral. The suite of rooms where I was led were equiped with mirrors and comfortable chairs, but dresses as I was, I could not sit and so I paced. There were four women there to attend me, but there was nothing left for them to do.
Flowers arrived. They exclaimed over them as my bouquet was unwrapped. It was a long cascade of peach and cream stargazer lilies, with salmon genestra, cream colored roses and feather fern. It nearly touched the floor when I held it as instructed.
Too soon, Lucien summoned me.
It was time.
Azjah Telyria Danaan
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Baroness von Drachen Walde
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Kendrick knocked lightly before entering Anne's room. He had ensured that every convenience had been provided for her. Such an amazing woman should never be without. "My dear lady, I have brought you visitors." He ushered the two children in his finger pressed to his lips in a shooshing gesture. They had barely made it into the room when Anne's head shot up she must have heard them.
"Mommy!" they cried as they rushed to her and she gathered them both into her arms.
Kendrick smiled quietly. He'd given up certain things for his ambitions and for just a moment he wondered if it had been too much. Just for a moment.
Anne quickly recovered and looked up at him an unspoken question on her face. "I thought you may be lonely here so far from such dear children so I had them sent for. I hope you do not think me too forward, I have provided for their lodgings and brought in tutors to ensure that they are well provided for." He stepped further into the room, "I would once again ask that you allow me to escort you to the reception. I assure you that the children will be safe here in my compound." Anne nodded almost imperceptively.
Kendrick allowed them a few moments and then ushered the children out. "We do have some business to discuss. Certain elements are threatening the prince and must be removed. I will not be able to get close but a lovely lady of certain talents such as yourself should be able to. I will provide you with a certain substance and you will place it into the drinks of the Baron of Auftritt and the Viscount of Eberswalde. I am sorry to ask this of you but it must be done."
"And how on earth am I supposed to do this? I'm not that talented."
"You underestimate yourself my dear. Something I do not."
"How will I find them? Talk to them? I'm not exactly a socially skilled person."
"I will introduce you of course. My escort will be expected to meet each of the peers."
"So why can't you just touch 'em? A friendly hug perhaps?"
Kendrick smiled at the image, "That would be noticed...we are not particularly close."
"And I won't be noticed?"
"A beautiful lady may do many things that a man such as myself may not."
"Compliments won't get you anywhere Milord. And if I refuse to do this?"
"I'm afraid that I can not allow that. You are my only hope for such a mission. My safety and that of this compound may be breached if you were to fail"
Anne let out a deep sigh as her thoughts raced trying to find a way out, "What if I refuse to attempt it to begin with? I'm pretty sure that it won't put you or the compound in danger."
Kendrick's face turned cold and Anne heard it in his voice. She did not see the sorrow in his eyes though, "My dear, I must have your agreement in this. Otherwise the safety of those you care for will no longer be assured. I do not do this lightly or without reservation but I must do this. And so must you. I assure you that I will not allow you or your children to come to harm otherwise."
Anne froze. She turned her face to Kendrick and with tight lips one word slipped out, "Fine."
"Thank you my dear. I have taken the liberty of having a dress made. I assure you that it is of the finest quality and fashion. I will return to escort you to the wedding in two hours." He left the room silently leaving Anne to her thoughts.
"Mommy!" they cried as they rushed to her and she gathered them both into her arms.
Kendrick smiled quietly. He'd given up certain things for his ambitions and for just a moment he wondered if it had been too much. Just for a moment.
Anne quickly recovered and looked up at him an unspoken question on her face. "I thought you may be lonely here so far from such dear children so I had them sent for. I hope you do not think me too forward, I have provided for their lodgings and brought in tutors to ensure that they are well provided for." He stepped further into the room, "I would once again ask that you allow me to escort you to the reception. I assure you that the children will be safe here in my compound." Anne nodded almost imperceptively.
Kendrick allowed them a few moments and then ushered the children out. "We do have some business to discuss. Certain elements are threatening the prince and must be removed. I will not be able to get close but a lovely lady of certain talents such as yourself should be able to. I will provide you with a certain substance and you will place it into the drinks of the Baron of Auftritt and the Viscount of Eberswalde. I am sorry to ask this of you but it must be done."
"And how on earth am I supposed to do this? I'm not that talented."
"You underestimate yourself my dear. Something I do not."
"How will I find them? Talk to them? I'm not exactly a socially skilled person."
"I will introduce you of course. My escort will be expected to meet each of the peers."
"So why can't you just touch 'em? A friendly hug perhaps?"
Kendrick smiled at the image, "That would be noticed...we are not particularly close."
"And I won't be noticed?"
"A beautiful lady may do many things that a man such as myself may not."
"Compliments won't get you anywhere Milord. And if I refuse to do this?"
"I'm afraid that I can not allow that. You are my only hope for such a mission. My safety and that of this compound may be breached if you were to fail"
Anne let out a deep sigh as her thoughts raced trying to find a way out, "What if I refuse to attempt it to begin with? I'm pretty sure that it won't put you or the compound in danger."
Kendrick's face turned cold and Anne heard it in his voice. She did not see the sorrow in his eyes though, "My dear, I must have your agreement in this. Otherwise the safety of those you care for will no longer be assured. I do not do this lightly or without reservation but I must do this. And so must you. I assure you that I will not allow you or your children to come to harm otherwise."
Anne froze. She turned her face to Kendrick and with tight lips one word slipped out, "Fine."
"Thank you my dear. I have taken the liberty of having a dress made. I assure you that it is of the finest quality and fashion. I will return to escort you to the wedding in two hours." He left the room silently leaving Anne to her thoughts.
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"Thank you for meeting with me." The man's voice was muffled from underneath the smooth metal mask that hid his features. Caleb sat across from him in the booth. The lighting was just enough to see where you were going. Most of the clientelle tended to appreciate annonymity and the owner realized it.
"You contacted me for a reason. Who is the target and what is the pay?" Caleb's voice was cold and direct.
The masked man nodded, "Our sources tell us that you are perfectly placed to take care of this project." he slid a datapad across the table. The screen showed the face and vitals of Klinton Caer. "We wish him to be eliminated but not until after the wedding is complete. Preferably the wedding night. This is to be a message so we have an object for you to leave at the scene." the man slid a second object across the table. Caleb unwrapped the package, it contained a small crest depicting crossed rifle and sabre encircled by ivy.
"And the pay?" Caleb asked again.
"Two million, half in advance."
"First I see your face, I like to know who I'm working for."
The man lifted his mask, his face was smooth showing no eyes two slits for a nose and a slash that tilted upwards in a tight smile. He lowered the mask. "My name is Mr. Silent and I don't exist. Do we have a deal?"
Caleb considered for a moment, "Deal."
"You contacted me for a reason. Who is the target and what is the pay?" Caleb's voice was cold and direct.
The masked man nodded, "Our sources tell us that you are perfectly placed to take care of this project." he slid a datapad across the table. The screen showed the face and vitals of Klinton Caer. "We wish him to be eliminated but not until after the wedding is complete. Preferably the wedding night. This is to be a message so we have an object for you to leave at the scene." the man slid a second object across the table. Caleb unwrapped the package, it contained a small crest depicting crossed rifle and sabre encircled by ivy.
"And the pay?" Caleb asked again.
"Two million, half in advance."
"First I see your face, I like to know who I'm working for."
The man lifted his mask, his face was smooth showing no eyes two slits for a nose and a slash that tilted upwards in a tight smile. He lowered the mask. "My name is Mr. Silent and I don't exist. Do we have a deal?"
Caleb considered for a moment, "Deal."
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Kendrick Albrecht
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Kendrick relaxed in the back of the limosine, he prefered to drive himself but certain images needed to be maintained when meeting with the peerage. He looked across at Anne. She looked beautiful in her dress though she was shifting uncomfortably, unused to the style of dress he supposed. "Anne, I have been informed that there is going to be an attempt on Klinton Caer's life. I have informed the prince and he wishes him not to be harmed. I'm only telling you this now so you won't be shocked when I speak with them." She maintained her silence. "I know that they are your friends and as such I will do what I can." He stopped talking thinking he had said too much. They had arrived.
Kendrick entered the cathedral with Anne on his arm in the order required by his rank. He nodded politely to his aquaintances among the peerage as he moved down the aisle towards his seat. He ensured Anne was settled comfortably before seating himself next to her. He introduced her to those around her but she sat stiff and did not respond. There were several looks from the surrounding nobles but Kendricks stern gaze silenced them before they could say anything that might upset his escort. He would not permit any rudeness towards her.
As the rest of the guests were seated he noticed that Anne seemed uncomfortable. He reached over to pat her hand lightly but she pulled away with a start. He couldn't blame her. He had threatened her children. He could not have carried through with the threat but she didn't know that. Some things stood above his personal wishes.
The ceremony began with all the pomp he had come to expect from such functions. Anne slumped and he realized much of this must be lost on her so he began to whisper quietly to her describing the ceremony as it occured. She shifted again and pulled at her dress. "You look beautiful my dear, don't fret." Kendrick whispered to her.
"It's uncomfortable, not that you'd care." Anne whispered back. Kendrick sat back and continued his description of the events. Certain things must be borne for duty. Anne tensed and clasped her hands together as the Arch Bishop spoke about children and Kendrick restained himself from trying to comfort her. After all he was the cause of her distress.
He watched the body language between the two. They were both acting cold. Moreso than could be explained by simple wedding jitters. He smiled coldly remembering his one failed attempt to woo the woman. Years before his father had approached hers about an alliance between their houses, sealed by their marriage. He had not been present but he'd already taken to planting bugs on his father's person. He had been eighteen after all and as a man was responsible for the well being of his house's honor. Kennen Sie Ihre Aufgabe. Halten Sie Ihre Ehre...Know Your Duty. Hold Your Honor. Those words had been drilled into him day after day from almost the day he learned to repeat the words back to his father. Her father had actually laughed. Saying he was an unsuitable match for his darling daughter. Kendrick caught his snarl before it passed his lips. He had avenged his honor that day, the mother was unfortunate but such was the price of honor. Know your duty. Hold your honor.
"We will." He answered the bishop. He would do all in his power to uphold their marriage, until death. His thoughts wandered as they finished the ceremony. "Amen." he responded. It was over. He waited for his time and escorted Anne out of the church and to the reception. Time to do his duty again.
The reception hall was filled with people and Kendrick steered Anne through the crowds introducing her as he went. He found the Viscount of Eberswalde as they waited for the bride and groom to arrive. He bowed to Kendrick and Kendrick nodded politely in return, "My dear, may I introduce the Viscount of Eberswalde. Visecount, my escort Ms. Xile." Anne wiped a tab across the top of her hand unobtrusively and held it out to him.
"Delighted Ms. Xile." he said as he kissed Anne's hand. She stiffened almost imperceptively as his lips touched her hand.
"And this is his lovely wife. Milady Eberswalde, you are beautiful as ever." Kendrick continued without a pause. The bridal party was announced and the reception line formed. Kendrick finished his polite small talk and moved towards his place in the reception line with Anne in tow.
They advanced through the line slowly and when Kendrick was presented he kissed Azjah's hand which was snached away quickly and Klinton ignored his outstretched hand taking Anne's hand kissing it lightly. "Anne, if you wish to remain with us, your presence would be most welcome and enjoyed." Klinton offered. Anne shook her head slightly but said nothing.
Klinton ignored the slight for now, duty drives honor. He spoke quietly ensuring that he would not be overheard, "Sir, congratulations. I hate to spoil the mood but something dire has come to my attention and I must speak with you when your duties are completed."
Azjah's eyebrow lifted at this. "Herr Albrecht, now is not the time." she said deliberately failing to use his titles.
Klinton turned to Kendrick, "When my duties are complete."
Kendrick looked at them intently, "I fear it cannot wait for long, your new husband is in danger."
Azjah's eyes glitter dangerously, "you come here to make threats?" she whispered.
"I came to help." Kendrick whispered back before bowing his head to Klinton, "Then I await your pleasure sir...and again congratulations on your wedding and elevation."
Klinton turned and introduced himself to the next person in line as Azjah gave Kendrick a skeptical look. Kendrick simply nodded and led Anne back into the crowd of people milling around the room.
He slipped through the crowds effortlessly. Hundreds such events had prepared him well as his mind struggled to maintain his calm over the series of insults that had just been heaped upon him his body went on autopilot introducing Anne and exchanging mindless pleasantries as he went. He only came back to himself as he approached the Baron of Auftritt. "Baron, I hope you've been well." he began, "Anne, this is the Baron of Aufritt an old but respected rival of mine."
The Baron barely bowed to Kendrick before turning to Anne. The old man smiled as he lifted Anne's hand to kiss it. "Couldn't find a woman who could see you and still stand to be your escort, eh Kendrick." He said. Kendrick lost his smile instantly and pulled Anne away from the Baron. He would have been incensed but he knew that with the kiss the Baron had signed his own death warrant. For once his duty and honor had been preserved.
They continued to make small talk with the other guests. Several of the lesser nobles gathered around him and Anne but he ignored them. They wanted to know who he would declare for, he wouldn't reveal that publicly until it was too late for anyone that mattered to do anything about it. He had cemented his alliance tonight though no one would realize it for some time to come.
Finally the reception line ended and the dancing began. Kendrick bowed slightly to Anne taking her hand, "My dear lady, if you would permit me." She nodded reluctantly and he sighed as he escorted her out onto the dance floor. So much sacrificed for two words that no one else in the world seemed to care about anymore. They danced around the floor and he remembered doing this only days before when the lady in his arms had not felt herself threatened, when she had actually enjoyed his company. He cursed silently.
The dance ended and he caught sight of Klinton and Azjah moving through the crowd towards him. He took Anne's arm again and met them halfway. As they met Azjah whispered something to Anne and slipped the flowers into her arms. Kendrick nodded to Klinton, "do you have a moment sir?"
Klinton simply stared at Kendrick for a moment and then turned to his wife, "You and Anne chat a bit." he suggested.
Kendrick shook his head, "No, she should hear this too." Klinton paused for a moment and then motioned for the Earl to step aside from the crowd. They moved against the wall and Klinton just stared and Kendrick coldly waiting for him to explain his earlier comments. Kendrick looked at them for a moment and took a deep breath, "There have been certain...misunderstandings between myself and your lovely bride in the past. While you come from common stock the Kaiser has seen fit to raise you to the peerage so I acknowledge you as such." Kendrick paused and lowered his voice,"I have certain resources that have informed me that someone has been hired to remove you from the peerage. While I am not above such actions I cannot approve of it at this time due to other alliances of mine, consequently I wished to warn you. I do not know who it is but I do know that it is you sir who has been targeted."
Klinton nodded, "Thank you for your concern."
Azjah frowned at her long time enemy, "Kendrick, why would you warn us?"
Kendrick sighed, "Again...certain alliances wish you to remain alive. While I hold little love for either of you I do know my duty, and my honor demands this."
Klinton nodded again, "Was that all?"
"Yes sir." Kendrick nodded, "I hope you do not take offence but we must depart. Certain affairs demand my attention."
Azjah looked to Anne, "Anne? Will you return with us to Triberg House?" she asked as she watched Kendrick's response intently.
A worried look flashed across Kendrick's face but Anne again shook her head, "No" she said quietly.
Klinton stepped forward taking her arm, "Please Anne, at least a dance with the groom."
Azjah backed him up, placing her hand into Klintons, "Yes, please do." and he wisked her away before she could respond.
Kendrick watched them go and turned back to Azjah, "Madam, since your husband has absconded with my escort, would you permit me?" he asked, offering her his arm.
Azjah took a deep breath, and glanced around the room before resting her fingertips on his forearm. Kendrick led her out onto the dance floor. "I should kick you rather than dance Earl." she whispered as the waltzed.
"Milady, I know we have been on opposite sides before but the prince commands me in this." he responded his voice so low she barely caught his words. He glanced over and saw Klinton dancing with Anne talking quietly. "Can we not call a truce?"
Azjah's expression did not soften, "Our differences are deep enough that I should be seeking your head, and yet I find myself having to accept your words because of the Prince, but I do not have to like you in the process."
Kendrick smiled slightly, "I would accept nothing less." He paused and looked down at her, "For a woman you are a worthy rival."
Azjah quirked a pale brow at him, "For a man, you are quick to underestimate the strength of a woman."
The music ended and the two couples met at the center of the dance floor. Kendrick bowed and returned Azjah to Klinton, "Until the next battle milday." he said with a smile and turned to Klinton, "Sir, congratulations on your wedding...and good luck." Without a second glance he turned and left with Anne on his arm.
On the drive home he sat wondering Klinton would survive the night. If he did, he too might be a worthy opponent, for a commoner.
Kendrick entered the cathedral with Anne on his arm in the order required by his rank. He nodded politely to his aquaintances among the peerage as he moved down the aisle towards his seat. He ensured Anne was settled comfortably before seating himself next to her. He introduced her to those around her but she sat stiff and did not respond. There were several looks from the surrounding nobles but Kendricks stern gaze silenced them before they could say anything that might upset his escort. He would not permit any rudeness towards her.
As the rest of the guests were seated he noticed that Anne seemed uncomfortable. He reached over to pat her hand lightly but she pulled away with a start. He couldn't blame her. He had threatened her children. He could not have carried through with the threat but she didn't know that. Some things stood above his personal wishes.
The ceremony began with all the pomp he had come to expect from such functions. Anne slumped and he realized much of this must be lost on her so he began to whisper quietly to her describing the ceremony as it occured. She shifted again and pulled at her dress. "You look beautiful my dear, don't fret." Kendrick whispered to her.
"It's uncomfortable, not that you'd care." Anne whispered back. Kendrick sat back and continued his description of the events. Certain things must be borne for duty. Anne tensed and clasped her hands together as the Arch Bishop spoke about children and Kendrick restained himself from trying to comfort her. After all he was the cause of her distress.
He watched the body language between the two. They were both acting cold. Moreso than could be explained by simple wedding jitters. He smiled coldly remembering his one failed attempt to woo the woman. Years before his father had approached hers about an alliance between their houses, sealed by their marriage. He had not been present but he'd already taken to planting bugs on his father's person. He had been eighteen after all and as a man was responsible for the well being of his house's honor. Kennen Sie Ihre Aufgabe. Halten Sie Ihre Ehre...Know Your Duty. Hold Your Honor. Those words had been drilled into him day after day from almost the day he learned to repeat the words back to his father. Her father had actually laughed. Saying he was an unsuitable match for his darling daughter. Kendrick caught his snarl before it passed his lips. He had avenged his honor that day, the mother was unfortunate but such was the price of honor. Know your duty. Hold your honor.
"We will." He answered the bishop. He would do all in his power to uphold their marriage, until death. His thoughts wandered as they finished the ceremony. "Amen." he responded. It was over. He waited for his time and escorted Anne out of the church and to the reception. Time to do his duty again.
The reception hall was filled with people and Kendrick steered Anne through the crowds introducing her as he went. He found the Viscount of Eberswalde as they waited for the bride and groom to arrive. He bowed to Kendrick and Kendrick nodded politely in return, "My dear, may I introduce the Viscount of Eberswalde. Visecount, my escort Ms. Xile." Anne wiped a tab across the top of her hand unobtrusively and held it out to him.
"Delighted Ms. Xile." he said as he kissed Anne's hand. She stiffened almost imperceptively as his lips touched her hand.
"And this is his lovely wife. Milady Eberswalde, you are beautiful as ever." Kendrick continued without a pause. The bridal party was announced and the reception line formed. Kendrick finished his polite small talk and moved towards his place in the reception line with Anne in tow.
They advanced through the line slowly and when Kendrick was presented he kissed Azjah's hand which was snached away quickly and Klinton ignored his outstretched hand taking Anne's hand kissing it lightly. "Anne, if you wish to remain with us, your presence would be most welcome and enjoyed." Klinton offered. Anne shook her head slightly but said nothing.
Klinton ignored the slight for now, duty drives honor. He spoke quietly ensuring that he would not be overheard, "Sir, congratulations. I hate to spoil the mood but something dire has come to my attention and I must speak with you when your duties are completed."
Azjah's eyebrow lifted at this. "Herr Albrecht, now is not the time." she said deliberately failing to use his titles.
Klinton turned to Kendrick, "When my duties are complete."
Kendrick looked at them intently, "I fear it cannot wait for long, your new husband is in danger."
Azjah's eyes glitter dangerously, "you come here to make threats?" she whispered.
"I came to help." Kendrick whispered back before bowing his head to Klinton, "Then I await your pleasure sir...and again congratulations on your wedding and elevation."
Klinton turned and introduced himself to the next person in line as Azjah gave Kendrick a skeptical look. Kendrick simply nodded and led Anne back into the crowd of people milling around the room.
He slipped through the crowds effortlessly. Hundreds such events had prepared him well as his mind struggled to maintain his calm over the series of insults that had just been heaped upon him his body went on autopilot introducing Anne and exchanging mindless pleasantries as he went. He only came back to himself as he approached the Baron of Auftritt. "Baron, I hope you've been well." he began, "Anne, this is the Baron of Aufritt an old but respected rival of mine."
The Baron barely bowed to Kendrick before turning to Anne. The old man smiled as he lifted Anne's hand to kiss it. "Couldn't find a woman who could see you and still stand to be your escort, eh Kendrick." He said. Kendrick lost his smile instantly and pulled Anne away from the Baron. He would have been incensed but he knew that with the kiss the Baron had signed his own death warrant. For once his duty and honor had been preserved.
They continued to make small talk with the other guests. Several of the lesser nobles gathered around him and Anne but he ignored them. They wanted to know who he would declare for, he wouldn't reveal that publicly until it was too late for anyone that mattered to do anything about it. He had cemented his alliance tonight though no one would realize it for some time to come.
Finally the reception line ended and the dancing began. Kendrick bowed slightly to Anne taking her hand, "My dear lady, if you would permit me." She nodded reluctantly and he sighed as he escorted her out onto the dance floor. So much sacrificed for two words that no one else in the world seemed to care about anymore. They danced around the floor and he remembered doing this only days before when the lady in his arms had not felt herself threatened, when she had actually enjoyed his company. He cursed silently.
The dance ended and he caught sight of Klinton and Azjah moving through the crowd towards him. He took Anne's arm again and met them halfway. As they met Azjah whispered something to Anne and slipped the flowers into her arms. Kendrick nodded to Klinton, "do you have a moment sir?"
Klinton simply stared at Kendrick for a moment and then turned to his wife, "You and Anne chat a bit." he suggested.
Kendrick shook his head, "No, she should hear this too." Klinton paused for a moment and then motioned for the Earl to step aside from the crowd. They moved against the wall and Klinton just stared and Kendrick coldly waiting for him to explain his earlier comments. Kendrick looked at them for a moment and took a deep breath, "There have been certain...misunderstandings between myself and your lovely bride in the past. While you come from common stock the Kaiser has seen fit to raise you to the peerage so I acknowledge you as such." Kendrick paused and lowered his voice,"I have certain resources that have informed me that someone has been hired to remove you from the peerage. While I am not above such actions I cannot approve of it at this time due to other alliances of mine, consequently I wished to warn you. I do not know who it is but I do know that it is you sir who has been targeted."
Klinton nodded, "Thank you for your concern."
Azjah frowned at her long time enemy, "Kendrick, why would you warn us?"
Kendrick sighed, "Again...certain alliances wish you to remain alive. While I hold little love for either of you I do know my duty, and my honor demands this."
Klinton nodded again, "Was that all?"
"Yes sir." Kendrick nodded, "I hope you do not take offence but we must depart. Certain affairs demand my attention."
Azjah looked to Anne, "Anne? Will you return with us to Triberg House?" she asked as she watched Kendrick's response intently.
A worried look flashed across Kendrick's face but Anne again shook her head, "No" she said quietly.
Klinton stepped forward taking her arm, "Please Anne, at least a dance with the groom."
Azjah backed him up, placing her hand into Klintons, "Yes, please do." and he wisked her away before she could respond.
Kendrick watched them go and turned back to Azjah, "Madam, since your husband has absconded with my escort, would you permit me?" he asked, offering her his arm.
Azjah took a deep breath, and glanced around the room before resting her fingertips on his forearm. Kendrick led her out onto the dance floor. "I should kick you rather than dance Earl." she whispered as the waltzed.
"Milady, I know we have been on opposite sides before but the prince commands me in this." he responded his voice so low she barely caught his words. He glanced over and saw Klinton dancing with Anne talking quietly. "Can we not call a truce?"
Azjah's expression did not soften, "Our differences are deep enough that I should be seeking your head, and yet I find myself having to accept your words because of the Prince, but I do not have to like you in the process."
Kendrick smiled slightly, "I would accept nothing less." He paused and looked down at her, "For a woman you are a worthy rival."
Azjah quirked a pale brow at him, "For a man, you are quick to underestimate the strength of a woman."
The music ended and the two couples met at the center of the dance floor. Kendrick bowed and returned Azjah to Klinton, "Until the next battle milday." he said with a smile and turned to Klinton, "Sir, congratulations on your wedding...and good luck." Without a second glance he turned and left with Anne on his arm.
On the drive home he sat wondering Klinton would survive the night. If he did, he too might be a worthy opponent, for a commoner.
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Azjah von Drachen Walde
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Public Wedding
The Cathedral was ablaze with ivory candles set in golden candelabra, decorated with the peach stargazer lilies and feather ferns. The Triberg coat of arms was hung behind the altar, the royal blue, silver, and salmon standard displaying the griffon rampant, clutching a silver sword and a sprig of mistle.
The central aisle was carpeted in royal blue carpet, with a narrower cloth of silver runner. The stained glass windows added motes of color to the setting. At the altar were twin lit tapers of ivory, and unlit in the center was an ivory pillar candle. They call it a Unity Candle, and today I would surrender my independence by lighting that symbol.
Guests had been filing in and were being seated according to their rank. This part of ritual is a logistical nightmare. The ability to insult a peer by mis-seating them is too easy, and the rules governing who should be seated where are complex. Without a doubt, some peer will leave today believing himself to have been insulted.
As the cathedral bells chimed eleven, Lucien came for me. We paused at the back of the aisle as the giant griffon danced its way down the aisle to the sound of drums. It was almost like a Chinese style “Dance of the Dragon”. Someone adjusted the train of my dress, and for a moment, I wished Koy were here to see it. She’d worked magic to create this one of a kind dress. It is a pity that it is worn to an event that has no significance any longer. This is a sham for the viewing pleasure of the Rigellian Peers.
The Kaiser and his family were seated to the right of the altar in the Royal box. I could see about 16 people there, most of whom I could not recognize from this distance, but the Kaiser stood out grandly in the front row.
As the griffon stopped at the altar, Klinton stepped from the front of the creature to take his place at the right of the altar, he turned and faced Lucien and I. He was resplendent in black tuxedo, white gloves, royal blue sash proclaiming his new ranks of Marquess von Triberg and Baron von Drachen Walde. The ornate Triberg saber was fixed at his hip. Baumann had done well. He was truly a sight to behold.
I curled an arm around Lucien’s as the cathedral organ began the bridal march. There were no words between Lucien and I. There were none to say. Ten guards lifted their sabers high to form an arch through which Lucien and I proceeded after a salmon runner was pulled down the aisle to create the three colors of House Triberg. Koy’s beautiful creation moved and flowed much like that waterfall at the grotto as we began the walk toward the Arch Bishop, and my already bound husband.
The Arch Bishop waited with Klinton after he’d entered from the left of the altar. The progress seemed too quick. Lucien had me standing before Klinton and the Arch Bishop much too soon. The elderly Arch Bishop gave me a moment before proceeding.
“Dearly beloved, we have come together in the presence of G~d to witness and bless the joining together of this man and this woman in Holy Matrimony. The union of husband and wife in heart, body, and mind is intended by G~d for joy, for help and comfort, in prosperity and adversity. And when it is G~d’s will, for the procreation of children and their nurture in the knowledge and love of the L~rd.”
I trembled. Klinton no longer wanted me, and adversity was how we were starting this journey. As for procreation of children? I had never thought about it before Klinton, but that prospect was in doubt as well if we were not even speaking. I could not imagine that he would demand his rights as husband and lord given his anger with me now.
The Arch Bishop continued, “Therefore, marriage is not to be entered into unadvisedly or lightly, but reverently, deliberately, and in accordance with the purposes for which it was instituted by G~d.”
Did forced by the Kaiser come into play in that? We’d been forced despite our wishes to part by our liege lord, and while the words seemed to imply great deliberation and planning, they rang hollowly for me in this moment.
Klinton was unmoving, staring straight ahead. He was completely emotionless, and yet his carriage was flawless. He seemed to embody everything that would be expected of a Peer of the Realm.
The Arch Bishop intoned on, “Into this Holy union Klinton Caer and Azjah Telyria Danaan now come to be joined. If any of you can show just cause why they may not lawfully be married, speak now, or forever hold your peace.”
There was a long gaze over the crowd from the Kaiser, almost a warning that no one should speak, even if someone had just cause. I closed my eyes tightly, it was too late, no matter the objection. Too late.
I was jolted back to the present, “Who gives this woman to this man?” Lucien and I stepped forward, and I could feel cold radiating from Lucien as we approached Klinton. “I, Lucien Datrazanov of Auriga have the privilege of delivering this woman to her marriage day.”
The Arch Bishop nodded, and Lucien took three steps back after handing me over to Klinton. He then took his seat in the first row to wait.
Klinton grasped my hand as he was expected, his eye finally lifting from the floor to meet mine for the first time since we’d argued. There was a hint of tears, but he regained his poise.
I curled my fingers around his hand.
The Arch Bishop was satisfied no one was going to object, “Klinton, will you have this woman to be your wife, to live together in the covenant of marriage? Will you love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, and, forsaking all others, be faithful to her as long as you both shall live?”
My breath locked in my lungs, he finally nodded, squeezing my hand as he said, “I will.”
The Arch Bishop looked out over the assembled peers, “will all of you witnessing these promises do all in your power to uphold these two persons in marriage?”
The assembly responded, “we will”.
The Arch Bishop took a step back and Klinton continued, “In the name of G~d, I, Klinton take you Azjah, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward. For better or worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until we are parted by death. That is my solemn vow.”
At that point, he slid a cold ring onto my finger, as the Arch Bishop continued, “Bless O L~rd this ring, to be a sign of the vows by which this man and this woman have bound themselves to each other.”
There are no reciprocal vows from the woman here. We are given into marriage, usually by a father or guardian, and our compliance was simply expected. I had been fortunate in being able to choose my husband, or so I had believed.
The Arch Bishop indicated that we should approach the altar and take up our individual taper candles. Klinton and I met in the middle of the altar, and at the direction of the Arch Bishop, we were to light the central pillar candle. It lit with our single flames combined, and Klinton blew out his taper, laying it reverently beside the pillar.
I paused, studying that single flame that represented my former life. To snuff it out meant I was publicly acknowledging my union, and was no longer an individual. At length I blew it out, laying it beside the glowing pillar candle as I was expected to do.
The Arch Bishop joined us at the altar, an altar boy was placing a fine crystal wine glass into a royal blue velvet bag, “You abound in blessings, Adonai our G~d, who created joy and gladness, bridegroom and bride, mirth and exultation, pleasure and delight, love, fellowship, peace and friendship. Soon may there be heard in the cities of Judah and in the streets of Jerusalem, the voice of joy and gladness, the voice of the bridegroom and the voice of the bride, the jubilant voice of bridegroom from their canopies and of youths from their feasts of song. You abound in Blessings, Adonai our G~d. You make the bridegroom rejoice with the bride.”
I shivered at those words, the Arch Bishop was concluding our public marriage. It was almost finished. He took the velvet bag from the altar boy and handed it to Klinton, and then looked into the audience, “Into every marriage, there will come pain and loss, this thing we now do is meant to remind us that these things are part of life, and cannot be avoided.”
Klinton reached for my hand once more, his look spoke of love that we’d had, but there was pain there too as he took the bag from the Arch Bishop. He placed it on the ground, and crushed the fragile glass beneath his heel. The shattering of the glass brought tears to my eyes, and as he stood up, he reached to brush the tear from my cheek.
The Arch Bishop continued, “The L~rd bless, preserve, and keep you. The L~rd mercifully with His favor look upon you, and fill you with all spiritual benediction and grace. That you may faithfully live together in this life, and in the age to come. Amen.”
There were whispers of “Amen” from the assembly, and I bowed my head. Klinton grasped my hand, reaching to lift my chin, and he whispered to me before escorting me down the aisle. There was no public kiss between new bride and groom. The Arch Bishop introduced us as we retreated, "Klinton and Azjah Caer, Marquess and Marchioness von Triberg, Baron and Baroness von Drachen Walde."
We were married. Twice.
The central aisle was carpeted in royal blue carpet, with a narrower cloth of silver runner. The stained glass windows added motes of color to the setting. At the altar were twin lit tapers of ivory, and unlit in the center was an ivory pillar candle. They call it a Unity Candle, and today I would surrender my independence by lighting that symbol.
Guests had been filing in and were being seated according to their rank. This part of ritual is a logistical nightmare. The ability to insult a peer by mis-seating them is too easy, and the rules governing who should be seated where are complex. Without a doubt, some peer will leave today believing himself to have been insulted.
As the cathedral bells chimed eleven, Lucien came for me. We paused at the back of the aisle as the giant griffon danced its way down the aisle to the sound of drums. It was almost like a Chinese style “Dance of the Dragon”. Someone adjusted the train of my dress, and for a moment, I wished Koy were here to see it. She’d worked magic to create this one of a kind dress. It is a pity that it is worn to an event that has no significance any longer. This is a sham for the viewing pleasure of the Rigellian Peers.
The Kaiser and his family were seated to the right of the altar in the Royal box. I could see about 16 people there, most of whom I could not recognize from this distance, but the Kaiser stood out grandly in the front row.
As the griffon stopped at the altar, Klinton stepped from the front of the creature to take his place at the right of the altar, he turned and faced Lucien and I. He was resplendent in black tuxedo, white gloves, royal blue sash proclaiming his new ranks of Marquess von Triberg and Baron von Drachen Walde. The ornate Triberg saber was fixed at his hip. Baumann had done well. He was truly a sight to behold.
I curled an arm around Lucien’s as the cathedral organ began the bridal march. There were no words between Lucien and I. There were none to say. Ten guards lifted their sabers high to form an arch through which Lucien and I proceeded after a salmon runner was pulled down the aisle to create the three colors of House Triberg. Koy’s beautiful creation moved and flowed much like that waterfall at the grotto as we began the walk toward the Arch Bishop, and my already bound husband.
The Arch Bishop waited with Klinton after he’d entered from the left of the altar. The progress seemed too quick. Lucien had me standing before Klinton and the Arch Bishop much too soon. The elderly Arch Bishop gave me a moment before proceeding.
“Dearly beloved, we have come together in the presence of G~d to witness and bless the joining together of this man and this woman in Holy Matrimony. The union of husband and wife in heart, body, and mind is intended by G~d for joy, for help and comfort, in prosperity and adversity. And when it is G~d’s will, for the procreation of children and their nurture in the knowledge and love of the L~rd.”
I trembled. Klinton no longer wanted me, and adversity was how we were starting this journey. As for procreation of children? I had never thought about it before Klinton, but that prospect was in doubt as well if we were not even speaking. I could not imagine that he would demand his rights as husband and lord given his anger with me now.
The Arch Bishop continued, “Therefore, marriage is not to be entered into unadvisedly or lightly, but reverently, deliberately, and in accordance with the purposes for which it was instituted by G~d.”
Did forced by the Kaiser come into play in that? We’d been forced despite our wishes to part by our liege lord, and while the words seemed to imply great deliberation and planning, they rang hollowly for me in this moment.
Klinton was unmoving, staring straight ahead. He was completely emotionless, and yet his carriage was flawless. He seemed to embody everything that would be expected of a Peer of the Realm.
The Arch Bishop intoned on, “Into this Holy union Klinton Caer and Azjah Telyria Danaan now come to be joined. If any of you can show just cause why they may not lawfully be married, speak now, or forever hold your peace.”
There was a long gaze over the crowd from the Kaiser, almost a warning that no one should speak, even if someone had just cause. I closed my eyes tightly, it was too late, no matter the objection. Too late.
I was jolted back to the present, “Who gives this woman to this man?” Lucien and I stepped forward, and I could feel cold radiating from Lucien as we approached Klinton. “I, Lucien Datrazanov of Auriga have the privilege of delivering this woman to her marriage day.”
The Arch Bishop nodded, and Lucien took three steps back after handing me over to Klinton. He then took his seat in the first row to wait.
Klinton grasped my hand as he was expected, his eye finally lifting from the floor to meet mine for the first time since we’d argued. There was a hint of tears, but he regained his poise.
I curled my fingers around his hand.
The Arch Bishop was satisfied no one was going to object, “Klinton, will you have this woman to be your wife, to live together in the covenant of marriage? Will you love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, and, forsaking all others, be faithful to her as long as you both shall live?”
My breath locked in my lungs, he finally nodded, squeezing my hand as he said, “I will.”
The Arch Bishop looked out over the assembled peers, “will all of you witnessing these promises do all in your power to uphold these two persons in marriage?”
The assembly responded, “we will”.
The Arch Bishop took a step back and Klinton continued, “In the name of G~d, I, Klinton take you Azjah, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward. For better or worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until we are parted by death. That is my solemn vow.”
At that point, he slid a cold ring onto my finger, as the Arch Bishop continued, “Bless O L~rd this ring, to be a sign of the vows by which this man and this woman have bound themselves to each other.”
There are no reciprocal vows from the woman here. We are given into marriage, usually by a father or guardian, and our compliance was simply expected. I had been fortunate in being able to choose my husband, or so I had believed.
The Arch Bishop indicated that we should approach the altar and take up our individual taper candles. Klinton and I met in the middle of the altar, and at the direction of the Arch Bishop, we were to light the central pillar candle. It lit with our single flames combined, and Klinton blew out his taper, laying it reverently beside the pillar.
I paused, studying that single flame that represented my former life. To snuff it out meant I was publicly acknowledging my union, and was no longer an individual. At length I blew it out, laying it beside the glowing pillar candle as I was expected to do.
The Arch Bishop joined us at the altar, an altar boy was placing a fine crystal wine glass into a royal blue velvet bag, “You abound in blessings, Adonai our G~d, who created joy and gladness, bridegroom and bride, mirth and exultation, pleasure and delight, love, fellowship, peace and friendship. Soon may there be heard in the cities of Judah and in the streets of Jerusalem, the voice of joy and gladness, the voice of the bridegroom and the voice of the bride, the jubilant voice of bridegroom from their canopies and of youths from their feasts of song. You abound in Blessings, Adonai our G~d. You make the bridegroom rejoice with the bride.”
I shivered at those words, the Arch Bishop was concluding our public marriage. It was almost finished. He took the velvet bag from the altar boy and handed it to Klinton, and then looked into the audience, “Into every marriage, there will come pain and loss, this thing we now do is meant to remind us that these things are part of life, and cannot be avoided.”
Klinton reached for my hand once more, his look spoke of love that we’d had, but there was pain there too as he took the bag from the Arch Bishop. He placed it on the ground, and crushed the fragile glass beneath his heel. The shattering of the glass brought tears to my eyes, and as he stood up, he reached to brush the tear from my cheek.
The Arch Bishop continued, “The L~rd bless, preserve, and keep you. The L~rd mercifully with His favor look upon you, and fill you with all spiritual benediction and grace. That you may faithfully live together in this life, and in the age to come. Amen.”
There were whispers of “Amen” from the assembly, and I bowed my head. Klinton grasped my hand, reaching to lift my chin, and he whispered to me before escorting me down the aisle. There was no public kiss between new bride and groom. The Arch Bishop introduced us as we retreated, "Klinton and Azjah Caer, Marquess and Marchioness von Triberg, Baron and Baroness von Drachen Walde."
We were married. Twice.
Azjah Telyria Danaan
Marchioness von Triberg
Baroness von Drachen Walde
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Well and Truly Married
Reception
We left the Cathedral, the Maybach waiting outside the front doors. Klinton hurried me into the car where we would take the short ride to the Imperial Ball Room, where the reception would commence. During that brief time alone, he did ask me if the groom could kiss the bride. It was the first words we’d exchanged since yesterday morning.
We arrived and were quickly moved to a place at the top of the stairs to greet the peerage who’d come to witness our wedding. We survived the obligatory greetings, and much too soon, the Earl of Tuebingen stood before us with Anne on his arm. He took my hand, bowing formally over it, placing a kiss to the back. I wanted to slap him. The very idea that he would be here and setting my skin crawling with his overtures of good will.
Klinton refused to shake his hand as Kendrick proffered his congratulations. His next words made my blood run cold, “I hate to spoil the mood, but something dire has come to my attention and I must speak with you when your duties are completed.”
I gave the earl a skeptical look, he was up to something, and I whisper that to Klinton, who simply squeezed my hand before taking Anne’s hand in his. “Anne, if you wish to remain with us, your presence would be most welcome and enjoyed.” He was clearly not including Kendrick in that invitation.
The earl ignored the insult, so I prodded a little more, “Herr Albrecht, now is not the time.” I denied his titles and relegated him to the status of a commoner by using “Herr” instead of “Your Grace.”
Klinton finally acknowledged him, “When my duties are complete.” I was pleasantly surprised that Klinton was adapting so quickly to the nuances of the peerage. Don’t let Kendrick push, hold your ground, you set the rules.
The Earl bowed, “Then I await your pleasure sir. And again, congratulations on your wedding and elevation.” His insult was implicit, that where he'd been born to the peerage, Klinton was simply elevated and therefore not the Earl's equal.
Klinton grasped the hand of the man behind Kendrick as I warned the Earl, “You come here to make threats?”
He looked at me with feigned innocence, “I came to help.”
THAT would be the day! The man didn’t know the meaning of help! Especially when it came to the House of Triberg and the House of Tuebingen. No, he was not here to help.
He walked away with as much dignity as a born and bred blue blood can muster. Klinton asked me if I would like anything to drink, and while I would have liked a good strong scotch, it was still too early, and so I settled for a glass of champagne. He smiled, “don’t move a muscle.” And then he was gone.
I watched his departure, as well as when the Prince waylaid him, drawing him away for private discussion. It was some minutes later that he returned to me, and he was smiling. As I took the champagne, I asked him what was making him so pleased. He glanced around before leaning in conspiratorially and whispering that he’d just spoken to the Prince. When I asked him about what, he shook his head, “we will talk.”
I am not used to being left out of such conversations, and it stung slightly that I was relegated to being informed later, as though I no longer have a place within the peerage circles.
I watched Anne and Kendrick, who were currently dancing, telling Klinton that I would not be throwing my bouquet, but rather giving it directly to Anne. I need to remind her that Caleb is the one she should be with, not that slime bag Kendrick.
Klinton paused, turning to give me a long look, “I want you to know that I am glad we did this. I am madly in love with you.” His words came as a surprise. He’d been so very angry with me, and now, he re-affirmed that love was still there for him. I was so relieved! I had never stopped loving him, but he'd been so clear in considering me a mistake.
He gave me a crooked smile, “shall we hand Caleb the garter if we can find him?”
I wanted to smile, but Kendrick came back into view, “He’s up to something.”
Klinton nodded, “Of course he is.”
I set down my champagne flute, and Klinton took my arm, “Let me cut in first, I’ll talk to Anne.”
We met Kendrick and Anne upon the dance floor. I linked arms with Anne, curling her fingers around the stem of my bouquet, “You can’t catch them, so I give them to you.”
Kendrick nodded at Klinton, “do you have a moment sir?”
Klinton told me to remain with Anne and chat. Once again, I was being left out of crucial discussions! But Kendrick forestalled him, “No, she should hear this too.”
The Earl told us that he had word that someone was out to make me a widow before the marriage could even be consummated. He claimed not to know whom, but only that his informant was to be trusted, and he insinuated that he was acting in our favor only due to his relationship with the Prince. At least he had the guts to admit that such a murder was not beneath him, but his alliance prohibited him from being the one to turn me into a widow.
“Kendrick? Why would you warn us?” I was so very suspicious, but once again, Klinton gave a squeeze to my hand as he thanked Kendrick for his warning.
With that, Klinton whisked Anne onto the dance floor, leaving me with one of my most hated enemies. The Earl gave me a smile, “Madam, since your husband has absconded with my escort, would you permit me?” He offered his arm, and I would have rather kicked him than take his arm, but decorum demanded that I accept with outward grace.
As we took up the waltz, he asked me about a truce, but our differences are too deep. “Our differences are deep enough that I should be seeking your head, and yet I find myself having to accept your words because of the Prince, but I do not have to like you in the process.” That was about the extent of truce I could manage for the man.
He smiled, “I would accept nothing less. For a woman, you are a worthy rival.”
I lifted a brow at him, “for a man, you are quick to underestimate the strength of a woman.”
He handed me back to Klinton, “until the next battle milady. Sir, congratulations on your wedding, and good luck.”
He quickly grabbed Anne and left us.
Klinton had not been able to convince Anne to come with us, to get away from the Earl, but we do not know why. I’ve no idea what leverage he holds over her, and that has to change. I would ask Lucien to see what he can come up with on the Earl and his current actions.
We were in the same court for a change, the Earl and I having allied with the Prince. It was going to be an unholy alliance, without a doubt.
Klinton’s words broke into my reverie, “Azjah, it is our wedding night. Tonight we stop living in sin.” His words were teasing, but they brought a true smile to my lips. He was not going to leave me alone tonight as he had last night.
We took our leave of the celebrants, returning to Triberg House. Well and truly Married.
We left the Cathedral, the Maybach waiting outside the front doors. Klinton hurried me into the car where we would take the short ride to the Imperial Ball Room, where the reception would commence. During that brief time alone, he did ask me if the groom could kiss the bride. It was the first words we’d exchanged since yesterday morning.
We arrived and were quickly moved to a place at the top of the stairs to greet the peerage who’d come to witness our wedding. We survived the obligatory greetings, and much too soon, the Earl of Tuebingen stood before us with Anne on his arm. He took my hand, bowing formally over it, placing a kiss to the back. I wanted to slap him. The very idea that he would be here and setting my skin crawling with his overtures of good will.
Klinton refused to shake his hand as Kendrick proffered his congratulations. His next words made my blood run cold, “I hate to spoil the mood, but something dire has come to my attention and I must speak with you when your duties are completed.”
I gave the earl a skeptical look, he was up to something, and I whisper that to Klinton, who simply squeezed my hand before taking Anne’s hand in his. “Anne, if you wish to remain with us, your presence would be most welcome and enjoyed.” He was clearly not including Kendrick in that invitation.
The earl ignored the insult, so I prodded a little more, “Herr Albrecht, now is not the time.” I denied his titles and relegated him to the status of a commoner by using “Herr” instead of “Your Grace.”
Klinton finally acknowledged him, “When my duties are complete.” I was pleasantly surprised that Klinton was adapting so quickly to the nuances of the peerage. Don’t let Kendrick push, hold your ground, you set the rules.
The Earl bowed, “Then I await your pleasure sir. And again, congratulations on your wedding and elevation.” His insult was implicit, that where he'd been born to the peerage, Klinton was simply elevated and therefore not the Earl's equal.
Klinton grasped the hand of the man behind Kendrick as I warned the Earl, “You come here to make threats?”
He looked at me with feigned innocence, “I came to help.”
THAT would be the day! The man didn’t know the meaning of help! Especially when it came to the House of Triberg and the House of Tuebingen. No, he was not here to help.
He walked away with as much dignity as a born and bred blue blood can muster. Klinton asked me if I would like anything to drink, and while I would have liked a good strong scotch, it was still too early, and so I settled for a glass of champagne. He smiled, “don’t move a muscle.” And then he was gone.
I watched his departure, as well as when the Prince waylaid him, drawing him away for private discussion. It was some minutes later that he returned to me, and he was smiling. As I took the champagne, I asked him what was making him so pleased. He glanced around before leaning in conspiratorially and whispering that he’d just spoken to the Prince. When I asked him about what, he shook his head, “we will talk.”
I am not used to being left out of such conversations, and it stung slightly that I was relegated to being informed later, as though I no longer have a place within the peerage circles.
I watched Anne and Kendrick, who were currently dancing, telling Klinton that I would not be throwing my bouquet, but rather giving it directly to Anne. I need to remind her that Caleb is the one she should be with, not that slime bag Kendrick.
Klinton paused, turning to give me a long look, “I want you to know that I am glad we did this. I am madly in love with you.” His words came as a surprise. He’d been so very angry with me, and now, he re-affirmed that love was still there for him. I was so relieved! I had never stopped loving him, but he'd been so clear in considering me a mistake.
He gave me a crooked smile, “shall we hand Caleb the garter if we can find him?”
I wanted to smile, but Kendrick came back into view, “He’s up to something.”
Klinton nodded, “Of course he is.”
I set down my champagne flute, and Klinton took my arm, “Let me cut in first, I’ll talk to Anne.”
We met Kendrick and Anne upon the dance floor. I linked arms with Anne, curling her fingers around the stem of my bouquet, “You can’t catch them, so I give them to you.”
Kendrick nodded at Klinton, “do you have a moment sir?”
Klinton told me to remain with Anne and chat. Once again, I was being left out of crucial discussions! But Kendrick forestalled him, “No, she should hear this too.”
The Earl told us that he had word that someone was out to make me a widow before the marriage could even be consummated. He claimed not to know whom, but only that his informant was to be trusted, and he insinuated that he was acting in our favor only due to his relationship with the Prince. At least he had the guts to admit that such a murder was not beneath him, but his alliance prohibited him from being the one to turn me into a widow.
“Kendrick? Why would you warn us?” I was so very suspicious, but once again, Klinton gave a squeeze to my hand as he thanked Kendrick for his warning.
With that, Klinton whisked Anne onto the dance floor, leaving me with one of my most hated enemies. The Earl gave me a smile, “Madam, since your husband has absconded with my escort, would you permit me?” He offered his arm, and I would have rather kicked him than take his arm, but decorum demanded that I accept with outward grace.
As we took up the waltz, he asked me about a truce, but our differences are too deep. “Our differences are deep enough that I should be seeking your head, and yet I find myself having to accept your words because of the Prince, but I do not have to like you in the process.” That was about the extent of truce I could manage for the man.
He smiled, “I would accept nothing less. For a woman, you are a worthy rival.”
I lifted a brow at him, “for a man, you are quick to underestimate the strength of a woman.”
He handed me back to Klinton, “until the next battle milady. Sir, congratulations on your wedding, and good luck.”
He quickly grabbed Anne and left us.
Klinton had not been able to convince Anne to come with us, to get away from the Earl, but we do not know why. I’ve no idea what leverage he holds over her, and that has to change. I would ask Lucien to see what he can come up with on the Earl and his current actions.
We were in the same court for a change, the Earl and I having allied with the Prince. It was going to be an unholy alliance, without a doubt.
Klinton’s words broke into my reverie, “Azjah, it is our wedding night. Tonight we stop living in sin.” His words were teasing, but they brought a true smile to my lips. He was not going to leave me alone tonight as he had last night.
We took our leave of the celebrants, returning to Triberg House. Well and truly Married.
Azjah Telyria Danaan
Marchioness von Triberg
Baroness von Drachen Walde
Marchioness von Triberg
Baroness von Drachen Walde
Lucien had relayed the day's events, and as I sat in the Lu'an desert, I was pensive. The woman could be the Marquess' mother, but there is no real proof. The woman could well have a missing son, but it didn't have to be the Marquess.
He spent the rest of the night looking for alternative information.
They would be ready to return in less than a week. Once the investiture ceremonies were over, the Kaiser shouldn't have reason to hold them any more.
True, the murderer hadn't been found, but strong suspicion was levied against the Earl, despite his attempted to put the deed on Caleb's shoulders.
The Marquess had asked Lucien to look into the Earl's current activities, but he was not leaving her unprotected. There were however, other ways to obtain that information.
Shortly after they'd left, I heard that Anne had summoned her children, but that doesn't sound right. Why would she summon them for such a short stay? That needed to be looked into as well.
It was time to return to RhyDin. My information network was established for Lu'an.
He spent the rest of the night looking for alternative information.
They would be ready to return in less than a week. Once the investiture ceremonies were over, the Kaiser shouldn't have reason to hold them any more.
True, the murderer hadn't been found, but strong suspicion was levied against the Earl, despite his attempted to put the deed on Caleb's shoulders.
The Marquess had asked Lucien to look into the Earl's current activities, but he was not leaving her unprotected. There were however, other ways to obtain that information.
Shortly after they'd left, I heard that Anne had summoned her children, but that doesn't sound right. Why would she summon them for such a short stay? That needed to be looked into as well.
It was time to return to RhyDin. My information network was established for Lu'an.
Gabriel Datrazanov
Wedding
"Thank you my dear. I have taken the liberty of having a dress made. I assure you that it is of the finest quality and fashion. I will return to escort you to the wedding in two hours." He left the room silently leaving me to my thoughts.
He had my kids. That pompous, stupid, evil man had my children! How dare he take them! I stood up and paced a bit. He didn't have me tied and gagged like I had been before. I suppose that the murder of Marica coupled with clues pointing to him had set him on edge. A lump set in my throat and I stopped pacing, hugging my arms tightly. Soon enough a young lady came in and helped me into the constrictive dress. It felt beautiful, but I was too worried to appreciate it.
I sent a silent wish heavenwards. I hoped with all my heart that Caleb would keep my kids safe. If he hated me … well that’s fine, but he just had to keep my kids safe. Two hours later I heard the Earl enter my room. He took my arm, with perfect politeness, and escorted me to the car. I remained stiff and silent, his companion may look like a social butterfly but I was anything but.
"Anne, I have been informed that there is going to be an attempt on Klinton Caer's life. I have informed the Prince and he wishes him not to be harmed. I'm only telling you this now so you won't be shocked when I speak with them." I maintained my silence. "I know that they are your friends and as such I will do what I can." He stopped talking and soon we arrived. Someone was going to try and kill Klinton. I shuddered inside but I knew that Azjah wouldn’t let anything like that happen to her husband.
The wedding took ages, and the atmosphere was heavy with the smells of perfume. Kendrick complimented me on my beauty; I’m afraid I was rather harsh and just told him how uncomfortable the dress was. He described to me everything that happened, and it was a rather lengthy performance. As soon as the wedding was over we re-entered the limousine and traveled to the reception. I wasn’t looking forward to this. I had to kill two of the nobles, appear to Klint and Azjah with the Earl by my side. To top it all off…it Caleb was there and he got the wrong idea. This whole thing was making me sick to my stomach. The moment we left the limousine I made a brief silent prayer.
He had my kids. That pompous, stupid, evil man had my children! How dare he take them! I stood up and paced a bit. He didn't have me tied and gagged like I had been before. I suppose that the murder of Marica coupled with clues pointing to him had set him on edge. A lump set in my throat and I stopped pacing, hugging my arms tightly. Soon enough a young lady came in and helped me into the constrictive dress. It felt beautiful, but I was too worried to appreciate it.
I sent a silent wish heavenwards. I hoped with all my heart that Caleb would keep my kids safe. If he hated me … well that’s fine, but he just had to keep my kids safe. Two hours later I heard the Earl enter my room. He took my arm, with perfect politeness, and escorted me to the car. I remained stiff and silent, his companion may look like a social butterfly but I was anything but.
"Anne, I have been informed that there is going to be an attempt on Klinton Caer's life. I have informed the Prince and he wishes him not to be harmed. I'm only telling you this now so you won't be shocked when I speak with them." I maintained my silence. "I know that they are your friends and as such I will do what I can." He stopped talking and soon we arrived. Someone was going to try and kill Klinton. I shuddered inside but I knew that Azjah wouldn’t let anything like that happen to her husband.
The wedding took ages, and the atmosphere was heavy with the smells of perfume. Kendrick complimented me on my beauty; I’m afraid I was rather harsh and just told him how uncomfortable the dress was. He described to me everything that happened, and it was a rather lengthy performance. As soon as the wedding was over we re-entered the limousine and traveled to the reception. I wasn’t looking forward to this. I had to kill two of the nobles, appear to Klint and Azjah with the Earl by my side. To top it all off…it Caleb was there and he got the wrong idea. This whole thing was making me sick to my stomach. The moment we left the limousine I made a brief silent prayer.
Anne Ellis Feren
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The meeting had left him leery. He had finalized things with a set of numbers which would put the remaining amount of the balance into an account that had to be setup here on this planet. There was no one on this bloody planet that he trusted, but the possibility of the meeting had seemed endless. There were many things which he could have done to ‘Mr. Silent’ in order to pry more information from him, but there was little need to.
He departed quickly enough from the meeting, and began the tedious process of laundering the money. There would be no paper trail that led him to anything on this planet. And, by the time the money finally did reach him, it would be minted in gold, which could easily be melted down once he received it.
Now there was the task at hand.
He had been carefully watching the Earl’s house, and had seen the children arrive the night before the ceremony. The thought struck him odd that Anne would request them, and especially have them sent to this Tuebingen. Though, she had clearly preferred this Earl’s company to his… Still, it could provide a thorn…
His thoughts continued to churn as he made his way toward the alchemist. Closing into the shop, he lifted a veil and shrouded himself in shadows. It would not do to be recognized.
The door opened and the little bell went out, announcing a customer. It would seem that he was the only customer at this time, and once the alchemist lifted his head to look at the incoming client, he saw that this man had dealt with clientele such as he before.
He moved to the counter and looked the merchant over. Then, in barely above a whisper, he placed his order. “I need this order filled immediately, designed specifically for the Marquess Caer.” Lifting a gloved hand, he slid an envelope across the desk. “Inside, you will find the necessary requirements and components.”
“Sir, I’m afraid that you have the wrong idea…” The merchant’s rebuttal was cut short by the look that was passed to him.
“No, sir, I do not believe I do. And if you feel that you must insist such, you may take it up with the Earl of Tuebingen.”
The look that passed over the merchants face went from mild irritation to one of complete business. “I... I understand.”
The alchemist nodded, then moved to the back of the shop, and began preparing the required order. It did not take as long as the assassin had expected. Soon enough the alchemist returned, carrying the vial. The assassin examined the contents with a critical eye, and even took the stopper off and smelled it. Neutral. He nodded to the alchemist and slid a second envelope across the counter. It had been nice that ‘Mr. Silent’ had paid him with a neutral currency as well.
He departed quickly enough from the meeting, and began the tedious process of laundering the money. There would be no paper trail that led him to anything on this planet. And, by the time the money finally did reach him, it would be minted in gold, which could easily be melted down once he received it.
Now there was the task at hand.
He had been carefully watching the Earl’s house, and had seen the children arrive the night before the ceremony. The thought struck him odd that Anne would request them, and especially have them sent to this Tuebingen. Though, she had clearly preferred this Earl’s company to his… Still, it could provide a thorn…
His thoughts continued to churn as he made his way toward the alchemist. Closing into the shop, he lifted a veil and shrouded himself in shadows. It would not do to be recognized.
The door opened and the little bell went out, announcing a customer. It would seem that he was the only customer at this time, and once the alchemist lifted his head to look at the incoming client, he saw that this man had dealt with clientele such as he before.
He moved to the counter and looked the merchant over. Then, in barely above a whisper, he placed his order. “I need this order filled immediately, designed specifically for the Marquess Caer.” Lifting a gloved hand, he slid an envelope across the desk. “Inside, you will find the necessary requirements and components.”
“Sir, I’m afraid that you have the wrong idea…” The merchant’s rebuttal was cut short by the look that was passed to him.
“No, sir, I do not believe I do. And if you feel that you must insist such, you may take it up with the Earl of Tuebingen.”
The look that passed over the merchants face went from mild irritation to one of complete business. “I... I understand.”
The alchemist nodded, then moved to the back of the shop, and began preparing the required order. It did not take as long as the assassin had expected. Soon enough the alchemist returned, carrying the vial. The assassin examined the contents with a critical eye, and even took the stopper off and smelled it. Neutral. He nodded to the alchemist and slid a second envelope across the counter. It had been nice that ‘Mr. Silent’ had paid him with a neutral currency as well.
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Though you may run, you can never hide..
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Caleb Feren
- Adventurer
- Assassin For Hire
- Posts: 126
- Joined: Thu Apr 15, 2004 5:26 pm
- Location: Where the job takes him
It was not until he was two districts away before he stepped from the shadows that had kept him hidden, and began weaving his way back through the many streets, taking the long way back to the Triberg house.
It was a moment before he stepped onto the property though. The assassin knew that there were others that were watching the estates, and those others would not look kindly to what he was doing. A deadly smile passed over his lips. Those ‘others’ would just have to deal with it.
Stepping once more into the shadows, he slid from sight and detection, moving silently into the house. It had been fortunate that a guard was entering just as he was, or he would have had to open the door himself. It seemed that this trend continued as he moved through the house towards the suite that Azjah was stationed in.
Katarina, her maid-servant, had just entered to begin the preparation for the wedding. He moved in behind her, and then quickly slipped aside. It would not do to be caught in the lions den while the lion and lioness were busy with other things. Moving with the stealth born into a predator, one that was stalking its prey, he moved into the bathroom, and surveyed what the maid-servant had set out and prepared to apply to the Marchioness. His yes locked to the beige lip gloss and he smiled. Lifting it carefully, he unscrewed it’s top, and then unstoppered the vial. Turning the vial slightly, he dripped just enough onto the gloss to cover the top layer of it. Then quickly capping both, he replaced things exactly as he had found them, and moved from the bathroom.
Moving with the greatest of care, he made his way to the Marchioness' bed, and slid the message he was instructed to leave just under the edge of one of the throw pillows, eyeing each person in the room as he did. Once the message was secured, he slipped back to the shadows and waited.
He had to wait a while, deep within the shadows, until the maid-servant took her leave, and with her, him. Once out of the room, he moved as quickly and quietly though the house and back out and off the estates. He moved, still with the shadow shroud up, to the place which he had been staying the past few nights.
It was time to change to prepare for the wedding.
It was a moment before he stepped onto the property though. The assassin knew that there were others that were watching the estates, and those others would not look kindly to what he was doing. A deadly smile passed over his lips. Those ‘others’ would just have to deal with it.
Stepping once more into the shadows, he slid from sight and detection, moving silently into the house. It had been fortunate that a guard was entering just as he was, or he would have had to open the door himself. It seemed that this trend continued as he moved through the house towards the suite that Azjah was stationed in.
Katarina, her maid-servant, had just entered to begin the preparation for the wedding. He moved in behind her, and then quickly slipped aside. It would not do to be caught in the lions den while the lion and lioness were busy with other things. Moving with the stealth born into a predator, one that was stalking its prey, he moved into the bathroom, and surveyed what the maid-servant had set out and prepared to apply to the Marchioness. His yes locked to the beige lip gloss and he smiled. Lifting it carefully, he unscrewed it’s top, and then unstoppered the vial. Turning the vial slightly, he dripped just enough onto the gloss to cover the top layer of it. Then quickly capping both, he replaced things exactly as he had found them, and moved from the bathroom.
Moving with the greatest of care, he made his way to the Marchioness' bed, and slid the message he was instructed to leave just under the edge of one of the throw pillows, eyeing each person in the room as he did. Once the message was secured, he slipped back to the shadows and waited.
He had to wait a while, deep within the shadows, until the maid-servant took her leave, and with her, him. Once out of the room, he moved as quickly and quietly though the house and back out and off the estates. He moved, still with the shadow shroud up, to the place which he had been staying the past few nights.
It was time to change to prepare for the wedding.
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Though you may run, you can never hide..
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Caleb Feren
- Adventurer
- Assassin For Hire
- Posts: 126
- Joined: Thu Apr 15, 2004 5:26 pm
- Location: Where the job takes him
As he moved through the streets towards the church that would house the wedding, he deliberately took the path that led him past the Earl’s estates. The guard was lacking… which meant the Earl had already left.
He smiled and turned the corner, and as the shadows came over him, he once more brought them around him. Taking the block, he turned back to the Earl’s house and slipped through the guards and the front gate. The guard was lacking with the Earl missing. Perhaps the Earl thought that the guard was not needed while he was not there.
He continued on, and wove his way through the house. He had to stop a few times in order not to be detected. He had wanted to make the wedding, but if time did not permit, he would just have to miss it. Finally, he came across a hall that had way to many guards. So this was where they were keeping the children. Well… there was no need to be all dressed up and have no one to dance with.
Stepping into the middle of the throng of guards, he dropped the shadow shroud and smiled. “Hello Gentlemen. Nice day isn’t it?”
It took only a moment for the guards to regain their composure, and the sounds of weapons being drawn filled the air.
“Now, now, you really don’t want to do that, do you?” The drawing of the hammers on the guns and the leveling of the swords were answer enough. He chuckled. “You’re funeral then…” and he moved quickly then, ducking down and dancing around the closest guard, pulling his arm up around him and forcing the guard to fire on his own. The shots started then, and he pulled the guard over him, using him as a barrier. The barrier didn’t live long, but neither did those who fired upon him. Standing quickly, he tossed the dead weight at the remaining trio of the guards, impaling the dead man on them and their swords. Bending down, he lifted one of the fallen guards hand and leveled the gun at them, ending their lives relatively quickly.
He knew that the gun fight would have been heard by the remaining guards, and he would soon be under attack again. Standing, he quickly moved to the door and opened it.
Inside, he found the two children, huddled in a corner with fear-struck eyes. Those eyes quickly changed and they both jumped up and ran to him. He quickly bent down and opened his arms, enveloping each and lifting them up.
“I need you to be quiet, and to hand on as tight as you can. Can you do that?” Each child nodded in turn, still sobbing quietly. “Good. No need to worry anymore. I’m gonna take care of ya until your mom comes back. We’re gonna go for a little ride first.”
He knew that the added weight of the children would greatly hamper his escape, but it could not be helped. Even carrying them, he was still quicker than they. Moving quickly, he stripped the sheet off the bed and began to tie a harness for each so that they would be doubly secured to him. Then, once making sure they were secured, he moved once more to the door, and peered out. Damn! There were guards coming up and down the hall. Well… so much for going out that way. Quickly shutting the door, he turned and looked around the room. His eyes lighted upon the rope tassels that were hung around each of the children’s beds. He grabbed each, and began tying them together. Then, once done, he secured the doors with one end, weaving it in and out for a few loops with the handles, and then moved to the window. There was just enough rope to get him halfway down the wall.
The door knob was rattled, and once realized that it was barred, the banging began. It would not be long before they were able to break through those doors, even as well build as they were. Shifting the weight of the children, he smiled to each of them reassuredly. “Just close your eyes and hang on tight. I will not let anything happen to you.” And with that, he took a leap out the window.
The first hit against the wall rattled his legs. The added weight was enough that it caused discomfort upon the first impact of his repel. He shimmied down the rope, though, quickly, and soon came to the end of it. Then, he too took a deep breath and launched himself off the wall and let go of the rope, falling the remaining ten feet. He landed, and gave with the fall. He could not roll because of the children, so he went down to his knees. Pain lanced through his legs and he knelt there for a heartbeat, stunned.
He stood after a moment and glanced around. There were no guards… yet. He moved quickly as he could, and slipped into the shadows of a nearby building. It was not a moment too soon, as a troop of guards came rushing by. He held his breath until the last of them were out of sight.
He looked then to the two children which were still huddled on his back. They both were still sobbing, but they were quiet, and their eyes shown complete trust in him. They were braver than most warriors he knew. He once more smiled to them, then, taking a deep breath, he wrapped the shroud around all of them, and proceeded to make his way out of the estates.
He smiled and turned the corner, and as the shadows came over him, he once more brought them around him. Taking the block, he turned back to the Earl’s house and slipped through the guards and the front gate. The guard was lacking with the Earl missing. Perhaps the Earl thought that the guard was not needed while he was not there.
He continued on, and wove his way through the house. He had to stop a few times in order not to be detected. He had wanted to make the wedding, but if time did not permit, he would just have to miss it. Finally, he came across a hall that had way to many guards. So this was where they were keeping the children. Well… there was no need to be all dressed up and have no one to dance with.
Stepping into the middle of the throng of guards, he dropped the shadow shroud and smiled. “Hello Gentlemen. Nice day isn’t it?”
It took only a moment for the guards to regain their composure, and the sounds of weapons being drawn filled the air.
“Now, now, you really don’t want to do that, do you?” The drawing of the hammers on the guns and the leveling of the swords were answer enough. He chuckled. “You’re funeral then…” and he moved quickly then, ducking down and dancing around the closest guard, pulling his arm up around him and forcing the guard to fire on his own. The shots started then, and he pulled the guard over him, using him as a barrier. The barrier didn’t live long, but neither did those who fired upon him. Standing quickly, he tossed the dead weight at the remaining trio of the guards, impaling the dead man on them and their swords. Bending down, he lifted one of the fallen guards hand and leveled the gun at them, ending their lives relatively quickly.
He knew that the gun fight would have been heard by the remaining guards, and he would soon be under attack again. Standing, he quickly moved to the door and opened it.
Inside, he found the two children, huddled in a corner with fear-struck eyes. Those eyes quickly changed and they both jumped up and ran to him. He quickly bent down and opened his arms, enveloping each and lifting them up.
“I need you to be quiet, and to hand on as tight as you can. Can you do that?” Each child nodded in turn, still sobbing quietly. “Good. No need to worry anymore. I’m gonna take care of ya until your mom comes back. We’re gonna go for a little ride first.”
He knew that the added weight of the children would greatly hamper his escape, but it could not be helped. Even carrying them, he was still quicker than they. Moving quickly, he stripped the sheet off the bed and began to tie a harness for each so that they would be doubly secured to him. Then, once making sure they were secured, he moved once more to the door, and peered out. Damn! There were guards coming up and down the hall. Well… so much for going out that way. Quickly shutting the door, he turned and looked around the room. His eyes lighted upon the rope tassels that were hung around each of the children’s beds. He grabbed each, and began tying them together. Then, once done, he secured the doors with one end, weaving it in and out for a few loops with the handles, and then moved to the window. There was just enough rope to get him halfway down the wall.
The door knob was rattled, and once realized that it was barred, the banging began. It would not be long before they were able to break through those doors, even as well build as they were. Shifting the weight of the children, he smiled to each of them reassuredly. “Just close your eyes and hang on tight. I will not let anything happen to you.” And with that, he took a leap out the window.
The first hit against the wall rattled his legs. The added weight was enough that it caused discomfort upon the first impact of his repel. He shimmied down the rope, though, quickly, and soon came to the end of it. Then, he too took a deep breath and launched himself off the wall and let go of the rope, falling the remaining ten feet. He landed, and gave with the fall. He could not roll because of the children, so he went down to his knees. Pain lanced through his legs and he knelt there for a heartbeat, stunned.
He stood after a moment and glanced around. There were no guards… yet. He moved quickly as he could, and slipped into the shadows of a nearby building. It was not a moment too soon, as a troop of guards came rushing by. He held his breath until the last of them were out of sight.
He looked then to the two children which were still huddled on his back. They both were still sobbing, but they were quiet, and their eyes shown complete trust in him. They were braver than most warriors he knew. He once more smiled to them, then, taking a deep breath, he wrapped the shroud around all of them, and proceeded to make his way out of the estates.
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Though you may run, you can never hide..
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