Chapter 11

Valda fell asleep when she heard Maris's soft breaths. She woke up once Cerberus jumped at the foot of the bed. She didn't kick her out. Her cat's company always helped her sleep better, but waking up next to a warm body was something Valda was not used to. Not that she was complaining. She had wanted to take Maris's to bed for quite some time, but she wasn't going to do it without the other woman's consent.

Valda had made the first move in the servant's chamber and after being turned down, she thought Maris wouldn't act upon her attraction, at least not last night. The distraction was welcomed, and Valda took it. She was dying to taste Maris, and she wasn't disappointed.

Maris was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted in her existence, and she wanted more.

Rubbing her hand over Maris's arm, goosebumps spread across her skin. Valda kissed them without hesitation. The show of affection came naturally to Valda, as well as the need to make Maris more comfortable.

She wasn't going to allow her to leave her chambers. If she wanted Maris to move into her chamber, now was the moment. This could be the opportunity she needed to make Maris accept that maybe, just maybe, she was the mate the Oracles spoke of. If she needed to fuck Maris into accepting her offering, Valda would gladly do so.

Taking advantage of the fact that her lover was asleep, Valda cautiously stood, and clumsily made her way to the living quarters, stumbling on the forgotten clothes. She needed to find a way to move about her room freely…

Nude, she opened the door and called out to a guard. She instructed them to bring in Maris's belongings and to leave them by the door. The guard agreed and their footsteps receded down the long hall. Closing the door, Valda walked back to bed. Maris's breaths were still deep and even; still asleep. She patted the bed, finding the sheet and covering Maris's body with it before pressing against her back and wrapping a possessive arm around her waist. If she was going to enjoy every second of Maris's company, she needed to keep her warm, taken care of, and healthy.

Valda had no way of knowing if Maris was her soulmate, but for now, getting the other woman to accept they had some connection was crucial. She could get Maris to change her mind about being her heart mate. She could later think about how to reveal her relationship with a Sealian to her kingdom, to Arwin…

Sighing against Maris's shoulder, Valda squeezed her to her taller frame and allowed her overthinking mind to rest for the time being.

Maris woke as the bed shifted underneath her. Her eyes fluttered open to darkness and the rustle of bed sheets behind her. Dawn was approaching; she could tell by the nightly creatures' hushing. It was still dark and cold, but soon, the light of the sun would snake in, warming the room.

Feeling small steps by her feet, Maris looked down to find Cerberus pawing the thick comforters, her purrs loud enough to reverberate to the bed. "You were here this entire time?"

Of course, Cerberus didn't answer, instead, she continued kneading the bed until she created the perfect spot for her to curl up and continue her nap.

Finally awake, Maris stared at the stone ceiling before turning her head, only to find Valda. The queen's parted lips and soft snoring indicated that she wasn't going to wake up soon. The weeks spent looking after Valda helped familiarize her body and mannerisms… last night more than ever.

Blue eyes trailed over her strong body, taking her in as memories came rushing back. Maris sat up as she took in her hard lines and soft curves. That was when she realized she had slept wrapped in the sheets while Valda slept uncovered. She frowned at that. Maris's chest wraps had come undone while sleeping, leaving her bare to closed, blinded eyes.

Sighing in frustration, as a distinctive burn settled between her legs, Maris slipped from the covers and out of bed. She shouldn't stay. She could still feel Valda's hand gripping her thighs, holding her steady while her mouth brought her the most intense orgasm she had ever felt. It wouldn't be right for her to stay in bed, to wake the queen, to demand more. Closing her eyes and brushing her fingertips over her neck, Maris remembered how the large, callused hand felt, squeezing her, demanding attention.

Don't forget who I am.

The words strangled her more than Valda's hand, and yet she couldn't help but look upon Valda's sleeping form. The queen never seemed at peace except when she slept, and it brought Maris's heart solace.She wanted Valda to be at peace, with no worries, but her position in the kingdom, and having a peaceful life didn't exactly go hand in hand.

Maris drifted to the bathroom, then washed the wetness between thighs then her face and mouth. After she was done, she moved to the room's living area, where she found her things settled in a corner. She swallowed hard and hoped that whoever brought those items didn't see her and Valda in bed.

Her bag and worn-out violin case seemed untouched, but she opened them regardless, hoping all her things were still inside. Unlatching her violin case, she opened to find the instrument unscathed, strings still missing. She closed the case, set it aside and opened her bag. Her old clothes were still there, along with a pair of shoes and a makeshift-sewing kit. She used to mend her clothing a lot, not having enough money to purchase new clothing, Maris had to make do with what she had. She moved a ball of strings and yarn aside before she thought of something.

She turned to face the bed and saw the tall woman moving. The queen would wake soon…

Maris dressed in a hurry, putting on the usual maid attire, and making sure that her parents' rings were hidden under her clothing. Holding the ball of yarn, Maris walked back to the bed, and tied pieces of strings to the bed post, she unraveled the ball, made a path to the garderobe, another to the living space. She connected the yarn to the door, the large sofa, the table where they ate and finally to where Valda kept her liquor.

It wasn't much, but if Valda was able to follow the yarn string to move about, she would get some of her independence back, something that Maris was sure she missed more than anything.

Happy with what she had done, Maris put the ball away, just as Valda woke up.

"Maris?"

Gasping, she closed her eyes tightly as she tried to control her nerves. She never thought she would be intimate with the queen, let alone sleep in the same bed. Now, as Valda awoke, the anxiety of interacting with her was settling in her chest, squeezing it.

"I am here."

She heard Valda sigh in relief. The towering woman sat up on the bed, nothing covering her, hair disheveled. She looked beautiful.

"What are you doing?" Valda asked, her hands moving to comb her hair, brushing the strands away from her forehead.

"I was looking at my stuff. They brought them here. I didn't notice," Maris said as she turned back to grab her suitcase and her violin. "I don't know where to put them."

"In the closet, where else?" Valda said as she pushed herself off the bed, touching the bedpost, her fingers made contact with the yarn Maris had tied moments ago. She frowned in confusion before pulling it. "What is this?"

Maris smiled, proud of herself but still unsure of how Valda would take what she had done. "It's a string," Maris said and took Vada's hands and lead her to touch a second line. "This one leads to the living space."

Valda's frown slowly disappeared, replaced with a soft smile. "Oh." She stood straight and chuckled. "I don't want to get rid of you, Maris. Not after last night."

"Well—" Maris stuttered, her cheeks hot. "I thought that you might enjoy having a bit more freedom to move wherever you want, especially in your own chamber."

"Thank you." Valda nodded. "Truly, I appreciate this a lot." She breathed out, her hand still touching the string.

"There are more around the chamber, but I would rather have you find them on your own. I am still going to be here in case you need anything."

"Of course. You are not going anywhere, your things are here," she said, confidently making her way to the bathroom using the string as her guide.

"About that…" Maris began, going back to her belongings. "You say to put my things in your closet, but your things are in there. It wouldn't be right."

"I am telling you to put them there for a reason. Do so." Valda, although groggy, spoke with firmness and slight annoyance.

She went into the bathroom and made it to a large washbasin. She cleaned her face with a nearby washcloth then moved her hand until she grabbed a miswak with a green paste made of mint leaves. She washed her mouth and then rinsed. It was all part of her daily routine; Maris was used to it and was thankful that Valda knew where everything was placed. She didn't need help with that.

"Do you still wish to bring your bed to my chamber? Or are we past that?" Valda asked, patting her face with the cloth.

The question caught Maris by surprise. She turned to the large bed and then at the naked goddess. She wasn't sure if her answer would define whatever it was they had. Or was it just a one-time thing?

Maris snorted out loud, making Valda raise a dark eyebrow.

Who was she kidding? She was the queen's maid, and she got to see her like this in the intimacy of her bedroom. Of course, it wasn't a one-time thing. Right now, the only thing she could think about was paying back what Valda had done to her.

"Do I have a choice?"

Valda's smirk transitioned to a deep chuckle, and Maris felt herself getting wet again. The woman was a work of art, and she knew it. She knew the effect she had on Maris, and she wasn't afraid to show it. "You tell me. Do you wish to bed me again?"

"You make it sound so fancy, my Queen." Maris smiled at Valda. Of course, she remembered the words spoken in the heat of the moment last night—of Valda asking her to call her by her name, but they weren't fucking; they were having a serious conversation. Right?

"Fine." Valda crossed her arms under her chest, taut muscles out for display, the smirk never leaving her face. "Do you want to fuck me, Seashell?"

Valda and vulgarism were a hot match, and Maris inhaled sharply.

"Yes," Maris finally exhaled, eyes glued to Valda. "After all, I have some unfinished business."

Valda laughed, and Maris's knees almost buckled.

"I do have some important matters to attend to before you pay me back. I need you to take out my clothes, please."

A tinge of excitement ran through Maris. Valda promised something to look forward to. "I will not stand in your way of ruling, my Queen," Maris couldn't help the playfulness threaded in her words. She left Valda in the bathroom and went to the closet, pulling out a simple white shirt and black slacks. She placed a pair of boots near the bed before hearing a knock on the door.

Cerberus raised her head, her fluffy ears flicking. She stood, stretched, and jumped off the bed, racing to the door. Whoever it was, was probably bringing breakfast.

Maris pushed the cat to the side with her leg as gently as she could before opening the door. "You are not going out…" On the other side of the door a smiling Melvian greeted her.

"Morning, Maris."

"Good morning, Melvian!" It was always nice to see a friendly face other than Valda's. The guards that stood at the door always looked so stoic, angry, or emotionless.

"I brought Queen Valda's favorite for breakfast," Melvian said as she pushed the cart inside. It was a banquet of fruits, oatmeal bowls, sausages, and buttered bread. To drink, there was iced water, freshly squeezed juice, and coffee. Maris's stomach growled the moment the aroma permeated the air, saturating every corner of the room. "You can eat too. Unless you want something else?" Melvian said, her eyes quickly glancing at Maris's grumbling stomach.

"I think that will do just fine," Maris said as she pulled the cart near the small eating table. "Thank you so much."

Both women were so concentrated on setting the table that they didn't notice when Valda walked into the living space, fully clothed and brushing dark strands away from her face.

"It smells delicious," Valda said, rolling her sleeves as best as she could.

Maris turned to the queen and walked to her side. "I got it," she said before fixing the sleeves, making the ruler look perfect.

"Good morning, my Queen," Melvian greeted quickly, bowing low. "I brought your favorite."

"Yes, I can tell. Thank you," Valda replied with a smile, placing her hand one of the strings and heading to the breakfast table.

Melvian bit her lower lip and nervously rubbed her hands together before addressing Valda. Her voice trembled as she spoke. "My Queen, may I have a word with you? I swear it will only take a minute of your time."

Valda frowned and took a handkerchief from Maris's hand. "Speak."

Melvian took a deep breath to calm herself. "My father, Hephast, he made something for you, and he wanted me to give it to you."

Valda grinned as soon as she heard the name. "Hephast, of course. My father's favorite blacksmith."

"Yes, he is very devoted to your family. A little too much—I don't mean it in a bad way!"

"Relax, Melvian. What is it? What did your father want me to have?" Valda interrupted gently.

Melvian hunched over and searched underneath the food cart, pulling out a long yet thin box which she quickly handed to Maris.

"Shall I open your gift?" Maris asked, placing her free hand over Valda's shoulder.

"Please," Valda said, grabbing hold of a warm cup of coffee and blowing on it.

Maris delicately turned the small lock and opened the box. As soon as she saw its contents, she turned her eyes to Melvian and smirked. "You want me out of my job? I thought you were my friend."

Melvian's face turned red with embarrassment. "No! I—" She groaned in frustration. "I told him this wasn't a good idea!"

"What is it?" Valda asked, turning her face towards Maris with curiosity.

"It's a white cane," Maris answered, gently grabbing Valda's wrist and placing the cane in her hand. "But not just any white cane—"

"Father wanted to be funny, and he imitated the Heaven Sword's handle..."

Valda squeezed the handle and chuckled. "It's perfect."

"It's also hard enough to be a baton. He said that you need to protect yourself better now that... Oh, boy." Melvian hesitated, scratching the back of her neck.

"Spit it out. I know what Hephast is all about... Don't be shy," Valda said, arching one eyebrow while feeling her present.

"He says you need to protect yourself better now that you are a useless warrior." Melvian closed her eyes and grimaced.

Maris tensed up, her gaze never leaving Valda. Yet to her surprise and Melvian's, the queen threw her head back and laughed.

"Tell your father that he is a useless drunken beggar that needs to get a new hobby." Gripping the white cane tightly, Valda flicked her wrist and almost hit Maris and Melvian when the stick unfolded. "Feels sturdy..."

"Please use that accordingly!" Maris said, quickly taking the cane from Valda's hands and collapsing it to put it back in the box.

"Thank you, Melvian. Tell your father that I do appreciate his gift and his sense of humor. I might just go visit him soon enough."

"I will... I am so sorry. I—" Melvian stammered.

"Melvian. I know your father; he is like that. Do not worry. I won't have him executed."

Sighing in relief, Melvian gave Maris a grateful look before bowing her head and leaving just in case Valda decided to change her mind at the last minute.

After a couple of seconds of silence, Maris turned to Valda with a one-sided smile. "You love tormenting your maids, don't you?"

"It can be entertaining," Valda said, taking a sip of her coffee. "Sit. I know you're hungry. I can hear your stomach from a mile away."

Maris shook her head and chuckled before sitting on the other chair at the small table, right in front of Valda. She picked up some strawberries and buttered bread, along with another cup of coffee.

"Thank you," Valda said before dunking some bread in her cup.

"For the food?" Maris asked with a playful smirk.

"Last night..." Valda rectified as she took a casual bite of her bread and turned her face towards Maris, her eyes closed. "I was able to sleep, and I didn't have any nightmares."

"You slept through the night?"

"I didn't wake up once," Valda answered with a genuine smile. "Sleeping with you has healing qualities."

Maris gazed at the ruler, observing as Valda calmly ate her breakfast, picking and biting into the various fruits on display. Compared to the emotional wreck Valda had been the previous night, she seemed more composed now, which gave Maris a sense of relief.

"You know," Maris sighed, touching the rings hidden under her blouse, "I won't pretend that you'll magically forget. You never do. You never forget them, and every little thing reminds you of them. But one day, you'll wake up, and they won't be the first thing on your mind."

"I appreciate your honesty," Valda said, bringing her mug to her lips. "And your company."

"It was my pleasure," Maris replied.

Valda chortled, almost choking on her drink. "Of course it was. Mine too."

Maris bit into a strawberry, scanning Valda as she ate, finding everything she needed and wanted with ease. Valda was truly remarkable, and Maris couldn't help but stare. "So, this is it? We're making jokes now?"

"I guess? I hope it doesn't bother you."

"It doesn't. I'm just curious," Maris said, furrowing her brows and leaning closer. "Do you usually have breakfast with the maids you sleep with, Your Highness?" Maris teased, and Valda easily caught on.

"If I am being honest, no. But then again, you're not my maid, Maris."

Maris shifted in her chair, prepared to deny the fact that she didn't want a heart mate again but after last night, it was hard to form the words. "Wh— What am I then?"

Canting her head, Valda waved her hands, thinking her words over. "I think you're more of my personal assistant."

"Oh? Am I higher up in the hierarchy? If we keep this up, will I become queen?" Maris joked, unfazed as she bit into a juicy strawberry.

"If you fuck me well enough, maybe," Valda replied, causing Maris to almost choke on her fruit.

"I need you to be in my meetings. A simple maid cannot be there. So, yes, you are higher up in the hierarchy, but it's not just because of what happened last night," Valda said, pausing and opening her eyes. "Well... kind of."

"What do you mean?" Maris asked.

"You know how to keep me calm, collected. That's useful when it's time to make decisions," Valda explained. "And according to many, I am not very good at that."

Maris shrugged. "Your Highness—"

"Valda," she corrected.

"Valda," Maris shook her head. "With all due respect, we... we were intimate. Everyone is calm after sex."

"You have a good strategy then," Valda chuckled. "But I think it's more than just us fucking, Seashell. I think you're truthful. I don't often have people being truthful with me. It's hard to find that. If I can surround myself with people I can trust, it will make things easier for now."

Maris noticed Valda's relaxed demeanor. The woman sitting before her was nothing like the mess she had cradled in her arms the previous night.

The table rattled as Cerberus jumped onto it. The cat's large frame was graceless as she tried to tiptoe across the smaller table. Valda sighed in annoyance and grabbed her by the scruff of her neck, pulling her down and accidentally knocking some plates around.

"Stay down," Valda muttered, handing a strawberry to Cerberus but she took her sweet time to sniff it before scampering off to the bedroom.

Maris couldn't deny that she was starting to feel fond of the furry behemoth. It was like having a mischievous shadow, making its presence known before causing havoc. Plus, Valda seemed to care for Cerberus, which calmed Maris.

Maris smiled as Valda grabbed another strawberry, swirling the tip with her tongue before biting down and savoring the juicy fruit. She looked down at her own oatmeal and decided it was a better choice. That simple action reminded her that Valda had completely ignored her breasts the night before, and she found herself wondering how the queen's tongue would feel on her nipples.

"Gods..." Maris shook her head, trying to dispel the rising arousal.

"What is it?" Valda asked.

"Um, my coffee is cold," Maris lied, crossing her legs under the table.

"You can have mine," Valda said, licking the corner of her lip and savoring the last drops of strawberry juice.

"I'm fine, I'll just have some oatmeal," Maris replied, nodding as she reached for a bowl.

"I need to ask you a favor. Go to the guards at the door and tell them I'm calling a meeting with General Arwin," Valda said, suddenly remembering something. "Wait, what week are we in?"

"Third day of Stellaris," Maris answered.

Valda leaned back, sighing. "Today we have an audience." She rubbed her temples. "Can you go and tell the guard to deliver the message?"

Maris nodded. "Yes, of course. Anything else?"

"You're coming with me to the audience and the meeting," Valda said firmly.

"Wait, you want me at the meetings starting...now? Aren't you going to wait a bit?" Maris asked nervously.

"No," Valda said, sitting up straight and wiping her lower lip with her hand before turning to face Maris. "I want you by my side. I need you to take notes on the discussion with the general and pay close attention to his body language."

A nervous chill ran down her spine at the thought of being near General Arwin. She paused for a moment, massaging the tension from the back of her neck before speaking again. "Valda," she said, using the queen's name without any teasing this time. "That man doesn't seem to be fond of me. I don't think having me in the throne room during such an important and private meeting is going to make him like me any more."

"I don't care about General Arwin's feelings," Valda said, her jaw tense. "I need to hear what he knows about my mother's murder and what's happening in my kingdom in detail. If he's uncomfortable with your presence, that's his problem."

Maris knew that arguing would be futile. Valda was the queen, and her orders were to be followed. She would have to push aside her plan to get the general alone and fulfill her responsibilities as Valda's personal assistant, a role she didn't have as a maid.

Taking a deep breath, Maris made a quick decision to comply with Valda's order for now. "All right," she conceded, pushing her chair back and standing up. "I'll inform the guards and deliver the message."

***

The moment Maris entered the throne room, her stomach clenched withing itself. A cold shiver ran down her spine as tension formed in the back of her neck. She had hoped that as the years went on, her fear of being around so many people would slowly dissipate, but it didn't. Even after her parent"s death, Maris carried their anxiety as they stepped in a place filled with people.

Swallowing hard, she willed her nervousness down her throat, forcing it away for now in order to take in what was about to happen.

Maris had never witnessed or been part of an audience. She wasn't surprised to see the throne room filled with people awaiting their turn to talk with Valda. The air was so thick with anticipation and nervousness it was almost palpable.

The courtiers and officials, dressed in their finest attire, shifted in their seats or paced back and forth as they awaited their turn. Many of them seemed apprehensive, unsure of how to approach the queen. They exchanged cautious glances and spoke in hushed tones, mindful of their words and actions.

Some of the courtiers averted their gazes or lowered their heads as Valda passed by, while others tried to catch her attention with careful bows and respectful greetings. There was an unspoken sense of unease, as people tried to gauge Valda's mood and disposition. However, Maris didn't feel the tension in Valda. The hand upon her shoulder never tensed. Instead, the queen's thumb rubbed soft affectionate circles, sending a jolt through Maris. Such a soft touch could make her feel so much. It was… thrilling.

Valda took her seat on the throne, her expression composed and regal, her eyes closed as her grip on the armrest tightened. Maris stood nearby, attentive and ready to take notes as instructed. The courtiers approached Valda one by one, making their requests or presenting their concerns. Some stumbled over their words or fumbled with their papers, while others spoke with measured precision, trying to strike the right tone.

Everything was running accordingly, until Maris noticed a woman walking towards them. The first thing she noticed was the dark blue hair on top of her head. Her hair was cut short, shaved close to the scalp on the side. Maris had never met, or exchanged words with another Sealian, seeing one so up close was exciting, and new.

Maris focused on the woman. She didn't appear to be older than forty. She appeared to stand at a similar height to Maris, boasting thick arms and legs, a broad back, and distinct curves. She wore dark pants, and a purple tunic that reached the middle of her thigh. Her clothing was different from what Maris had seen, still she found the outfit and the woman before her beautiful. Her brow was tense, her hands curled into fist by her side. Unlike the others, this woman was alone.

"What is she doing here again?" Maris heard someone from the audience ask, shaking their head in disapproval as the other Sealian stood before the dais.

Again?The woman had been here before?

"I am Eyphah Hurley. A Sealian from New Agenor," the woman announced. "I come to ask the crown for leniency…" She turned to the group of men that had been whispering. "Again." She snarled and faced Valda again. "My people are suffering. We need a fucking break."

Surprised by her boldness, Maris's couldn't look away as Eyphah continued.

"Our taxes are the highest in the entire kingdom. We have nothing left to buy food and construction materials for our homes. Not to mention, when we do have enough, your Skylian vendors sell us everything for twice the price. How are we supposed to move on from our tragedy, when everything is working against us?"

Moving uncomfortably, Maris's fixed her gaze on Valda, whose entire demeanor did not change, except the tapping of her finger on the armrest.

"Are you done?"

Eyphah's brow furrowed further. "No. If you were able to see, maybe you would notice the state New Agenor is in. The roads are broken, the houses falling apart. We have a lot of children in New Agenor! They need good and secure homes!"

Maris swallowed hard. The woman was desperate and rightfully so. She had known firsthand how Sealians were treated growing up. At least Maris had Skylian parents that tried to make it easy for her. Of course, all of that went away when her father died, and her mother fell ill. Maris took it all as it was, part of life. She needed to come up with ways to survive because nothing was fair in life but… As she watched Eyphah, she couldn't imagine what she and the people of New Agenor were going through. She needed to do something, but what? It wasn't her place to tell Valda what to do.

"You know how bad it is and yet you keep on breeding," an old man scoffed. "That's all you people are good for, fucking and reproducing so others can take care of you!"

Valda slammed her hand against the armrest, and hollered at the man to be quiet. Without an order, two guards escort the man out of the throne room. Silence consumed the chamber until Valda spoke again, this time calmer.

"What do you want, Eyphah?"

Eyphah inhaled deeply. "Lower our taxes, and rule in our favor. I don't think it is fair we pay almost twice as much as Skylians for our basic needs."

"Anything else?"

Eyphah shook her head. "No, Your Highness."

"I am sorry you are having such a hard time surviving in my kingdom. I assure you that was not the intent when we allowed you a piece of our land two decades ago. I cannot grant you what you want. Not now at least."

"Wh— What? Are you serious?"

"Did I stutter?" Valda asked, lifting her chin. "This is my first day as queen. After I have my meetings, I will decide what to do about your taxes, and not just yours, the entire kingdom as well."

"You—" Eyphah huffed, gritting her teeth. "Thank the gods for your mother's decree, if not, you and your people would've already felt the rage of the sea in the form of a Sealian attack."

"Are you threating me?"

Eyphah didn't answer, instead her dark eyes shot to lock with Maris's. Her angered gaze softened for a second as her lips parted. Her fists uncurled and she stood there, staring at Maris in complete awe.

"Sealian?" Valda asked again.

Eyphah's jaw snapped shut before her attention was on Valda. "Ma— Maybe," she stuttered.

Valda waved her hand, and two guards came to stand between her and Eyphah. "Escort her out of the castle."

"There will be no need for that. I can let myself out," Eyphah said, bowing once and shooting a glance at Maris before turning and walking out of the throne room with the two guards behind her.

Maris sighed deeply when Eyphah was gone. This whole audience thing was exhausting, but it gave Maris a closer look at how royalty listened to their people. This could also be another way for her to know what was happening outside the castle's walls.

After the commotion of Eyphah's audience subsided, three men walked over to the dais. They bowed to Valda in solemn respect and then looked at one another as if deciding who would talk first.

"Good day to you, Queen Valda. I hope you are well." One of the men said, his voice did not tremble like the others. "I am Jaltious, leader of the town of Caliban."

Valda greeted him with a nod. "Good to hear from you, Jaltious. What do you seek in today's audience?"

Jaltious's hand fell on his sword hilt as he inhaled sharply. "Queen Valda, with all due respect, we come here to ask for you to lower our taxes. We understand your mother raised them for—" He waved his hand dismissively. "Whatever reason it was. But since you are our ruler now, we believe it would be in our best interest if you could help us. We paying such high taxes, means we don't have enough to help the townsfolks. Our livestock is suffering, we've lost more than a dozen cows as of today. I am worried we won't be able to trade with the other towns in the month of Astralon."

"Other than lowering taxes, what do you need?"

Jaltious laughed nervously. "Your Highness, if you lower our taxes—"

"What do you need?"

Jaltious's jaw flexed. He took a deep breath and scratched the back of his neck. "We need to pay our field workers so they can stay longer hours, and—"

"How much?"

Jaltious stuttered. He calculated a sum in his head before uttering it to Valda. It was an exorbitant number of coins. Maris thought Valda would deny Jaltious what he asked for.

"Done. I will also add twenty cows to compensate you for the ones you lost. Anything else you need?"

Jaltious huffed and rubbed his forehead. "It would be better if—"

"Like I told the Sealian, I will not make any decision regarding taxing until I have my meetings. If there is any change, I will let you all know."

"Your mother was quick to raise taxes without talking to us, why can't you—"

"My decision making is none of your concern. Anything else?"

Jaltious lowered his gaze. "No, that would be all, Your Highness. Thank you." He bowed low and walked away from the dais just as two other men walked towards Valda.

One of them introduced himself as Edemus, the chief of Perdita town, and next to him, was his highest rank guard.

Edemus was an older man, with short white hair, a tired and angry gaze and a deep frown. When he greeted Valda, the poison dripped in every syllable before his displeased shot to Maris before going back to the queen.

"We've come to ask for more guards on our borders with Umbriel. Thieves are raking our town, taking everything. We barely have food for ourselves!"

Valda moved on her throne, sitting up straight and squaring her shoulders. "When did this start?"

"It has always been a problem!" The old man snarled, waving his hand in agitation. "Ever since the king died, we've been thrown to the wolves. I feel as if we have been forgotten."

"You have not been—"

"It feels like I have. Queen Rionach did nothing in my last audience, Your Highness doesn't seem to see the problem. And I—"

"I would be careful with the next words that come out of your mouth, Edemus. I could very well not help you at all." Valda rested her arms on her knees, her face forward, as if looking at Edemus. "Speak ill of my mother and I will have your head rolling down the Great Hall."

The old man bit his lower lip and took a step back, bumping against his guard. He nodded his head and bowed his head low.

"Well?" Valda asked.

"Forgive me," Edemus said, holding back another snarl.

"You will have six royal guards at the border of Umbriel. They will take turns keeping Perdita safe. You will, however, feed them and house them. Understood?"

Edemus nodded again, his face twisting with anger.

"I asked you a question, Edemus."

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Good. Now leave before I change my mind," Valda said, leaning back on her throne. Edemus left, muttering something Maris couldn't quite hear.

Stepping next to Valda, Maris touches her shoulder, earning a surprised grunt from the queen. "Are you all right? Do you wish to leave?"

"I am fine."

The stern answer came as no surprise to Maris. She walked back to stand behind her just the last courtier arrived, dragging the hand of a young woman who herself carried a young girl. Maris frowned, clearing her throat as if letting Valda know something was amidst. The middle-aged man had Skylian features, with a skin damaged by the burning sun, deep wrinkles to his brow and corner of his eyes. His teeth were bared before he released the woman, who stumbled to her feet. She cradled the young girl in her arms and bowed low to Valda. The woman was also Skylian and wore a shawl to cover her hair as did the young girl. Maris was unable to determine the relationship between the man and the woman. She didn't want to imagine that they were mates.

"Queen Valda, I've come to you for a resolution of this matter." The man stepped on the dais. The guards took a step forward, stopping him from getting closer to Valda, but instead, she raised her hand, allowing the man to get closer.

"Speak."

The man turned to the young woman and pointed an accusatory finger. His anger was evident as it oozed out with every word he spoke. "This woman will not allow me to be with my mate," he began before walking towards the woman and grabbing her hand, trying to get her to release the child.

Maris's heart dropped, as her eyes widened. She looked at Valda and watched as a deep frown formed on her brow. She leaned closer and whispered to her ear, "He is with another woman. Younger than him. she is… holding a child, a girl. She is no older than ten."

Valda nodded at Maris and turned back to the man. "Who is your mate?" Valda asked.

The man scoffed, grabbed the child, and pulled her away from her mother's embrace. "Her daughter."

The throne room fell silent, and the audience's collective breath seemed to hitch as the man's words sunk in. Murmurs and whispers spread like wildfire among the courtiers, their faces contorted with surprise and concern. Some exchanged incredulous glances, while others shook their heads in disapproval. The tension in the room was clear, and the air thickened with unease.

A few brave souls voiced their dissent, speaking out against the man's request with raised voices, while others shifted uncomfortably in their seats, unsure of how to react. Valda's expression was inscrutable as she took in the reactions of her courtiers.

The man shifted nervously, sweat glistening on his brow as he realized the gravity of his words. He released the girl, who scurried back to her mother's embrace.

"Your Highness, she is a child!" the woman pleaded, tightening her hold on the child. "This man has come to our lives; he won't leave us alone. He claims my child is his mate!"

"She is!"

"How can you know! She is a child; she is not twenty-one!"

"Enough!" Valda yelled rising from her imposing throne, a hush fell over the audience. All eyes turned towards her, and the air seemed to crackle with anticipation. Maris held her breath as Valda placed a cautious hand over the handle of the Heaven Sword. "You claim this child is your mate?"

The man nodded and voiced his answer. "She is."

"And what do you want to do?"

"Well…" he stuttered looking back at the woman and the child. "Take her home."

"Her home is with me!" The mother snarled.

"Mates should be together. She has no business interfering!"

"How old are you?" Valda asked her frown deepening. "You sound old enough to be the girl's father."

"It does not matter—"

"Answer my question."

The man's breath hitched, his hand rubbing his pant leg nervously before answering her question. "Forty-five, Your Highness."

"Your Highness, she is eight. She doesn't know what it is to be a mate, she—" The woman was silenced by Valda's raised hand. She cowered back, taking steps away from the man.

"You want to form a mating bond with an eight-year-old?"

"No– I… I want to be with my mate. It is my right! My… My mate died exactly nine years ago. The moment I saw this child and she looked at me I knew my Arla was in her. She is there and—" He swallowed hard. "I need her with me."

"I am sorry for your mate's death. I can only imagine the emptiness."

The man nodded, a soft smile spreading across his nervous features. "So, you see, Your Highness. I know it must be wild but—"

"I think an eight-year gap is better than thirty-seven," Valda said.

Maris's heart dropped as she understood what was about to happen.

In one swift motion, Valda drew the Heaven Sword from its sheath. The blade gleamed in the light before it pierced right through the man's stomach. With a furious scream, Valda pulled the blade upward, and then stepped back. The blade cut through the air with a whistling sound, slicing through the man's body with effortless precision. Blood sprayed in all directions, and the man fell to the ground, lifeless.

The woman behind him screamed, turning the child's face away and shielding her with her own body.

Maris watched in horror as the scene unfolded. Her hand instinctively went to her mouth in shock, and her eyes widened with disbelief.

The courtiers recoiled, some gasping, others covering their eyes. Valda stood over the fallen man, her chest heaving, her sword still dripping with blood. Opening her eyes, she raised her chin, as if daring anyone to challenge her.

The throne room was struck speechless, their faces pale and eyes wide with shock. Whispers and murmurs filled the air as fear and uncertainty gripped the courtiers and spectators alike.

"I will not tolerate using the holy connection of mates as a reason for such sickening actions," Valda snarled, putting the bloody sword back in sheath. "If this man's claims were true, then they will find each other again once he is reborn." The mutter died out into a soft whisper except the soft sobbing of the woman and her child. "Go home. You are safe. He will not bother you again."

The woman turned and tried not to face the bloody scene. She bowed low and thanked her before guards came to escort her out.

"This audience is over," Valda declared and turned to Maris.

As Valda extended her hand towards Maris, a rush of fear and excitement surged through her. Maris hesitated for a split second, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. She couldn't be truthful and say she agreed with what she had done, but at the same time, she wouldn't have allowed a grown man to do what he wanted. Something sickening, something… horrifying.

With trembling fingers, Maris tentatively reached out and took Valda's hand. The queen's grip was firm, her touch electrifying, sending a shiver down her spine. Valda's display of raw power and unwavering resolve had left Maris breathless. Her body betrayed her, her pulse quickening, her breath coming in short gasps.

As Valda placed her hand over Maris's shoulder, silently asking her to return her to the throne, a mix of terror and desire coursed through her veins. Her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, but she couldn't deny the overwhelming attraction she felt towards the queen. She tried to compose herself, but her body still tingled with the aftermath of the intense moment.

Maris cast a furtive glance towards Valda, who closed her eyes and released a heavy breath. A flush of heat spread across her cheeks as she quickly looked away, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she had to be cautious in Valda's presence, knowing what she was capable of doing in front of a multitude of people, but she couldn't deny the magnetic pull Valda had on her.

Her lower lip quivered, as a guard approached her quietly from her side. The young man moved close enough to whisper to her ear that Arwin was waiting for them in the cabinet. Maris nodded, taking a breath, and calming herself before touching Valda to get her attention. She delivered the message, and her stomach dropped yet again. She wanted to ask Arwin so many questions, but with Valda around, it wouldn't be wise.

After the room emptied, Maris, guided Valda to the cabinet. As they walked in, Maris took in its walls adorned with rich tapestries depicting scenes of battle and conquest. The ceiling was adorned with gilded carvings. The room was dimly lit, with flickering candles casting dancing shadows across the space. A large, ornate desk stood in the center of the room, strewn with scrolls, quills, and inkwells, indicating its use as a place for conducting important affairs of state.

Shelves lined the walls, holding leather-bound tomes and ancient manuscripts. Soft, plush chairs and cushions were scattered around the room, providing comfortable seating for private discussions or consultations.

Arwin was already sitting on the other side of the large desk, his fingers tapping at the armrests. As the door opened, he turned to look at both Valda and Maris. Immediately, his brow furrowed as he sat up. Daggers were thrust into Maris's stomach by Arwin's glare. After Valda sat down, Maris stood behind her, her gaze locked with the General's. His hazel eyes burned to her blue ones before he moved his stare to Valda. Arwin sniffed, his fingers tapping the large wooden table before him, restless.

"I called you so you can give me the briefing, yet I truly feel like you are uncomfortable for some reason, General." Valda leaned back on the large plush chair. "Care to share why?"

"I will not share anything until this woman is out of the room."

Valda's upper lip twitched. Her hand moved to the seat beside her. She pushed it back and smiled. "Maris, if you please."

Hiding her nervousness, Maris pulled the chair further back and moved to sit next to Valda. As she did, Valda reached into a small drawer on her desk, opening it up for Maris to look down. Inside a small notebook and a pencil waited for her. She picked up the notebook and the pencil and set them on the table, in front of Arwin.

"Maris will be helping me by taking notes. She is my assistant, and you will respect her the same way you respect me."

"This woman hasn't even been here for a month, and you are already taking liberties with her."

"Commence the briefing, if you will."

"Valda, but—"

"Begin. The. Briefing."

Arwin gave Maris one last glance before wiping the sweat off his chin and looking down at the notes he had gathered. He shuffled the papers around before Maris opened her notebook and wrote something in it.

"I have a couple of reports that I would like to share with you," Arwin began. "Where do you want to start?"

Valda shrugged and waved her hand. "Whichever."

Arwin nodded, licked his lower lip, and before he could talk, Maris interrupted him.

"I would like to have a copy of those reports at the end of the meeting." Maris kept her eyes on him, smiled, and added, "Please."

"Of course…" Arwin flashed her a condescending smile. He pulled out one of the many reports written by the councils. He read over them, explaining how they had foreseen a decline in tax influx even though they raised them. This was due to the dry seasons and lack of movement in the exports. He also explained their worry about the low imports from the kingdom of Rhea and how they were low on medicine supplies.

He moved on to explain that there had also been an influx of Skylians moving to the destroyed islands of Agenor in the Sea Kingdom.

Maris arched her brow at the news.

Arwin explained that many lords and high-ranking knights were moving to the islands closest to the Sky Kingdom, and buying off destroyed homes, and lands abandoned by Sealians to restore it.

At first, Maris smiled at that. She had never heard news about any restoration going on in the Sea Kingdom. Her heart warmed with the idea of going to the Sea Kingdom and hopefully seeing it as it was back before the destruction but then Arwin continued explaining, that after each restauration, either the lords kept the land for themselves, or sold it back to the few survivors for an exorbitant price.

Maris's smile disappeared in an instant. That… How was that fair? The Sealians still living on the islands of Agenor had no means to buy or rebuild their homes. Why were Skylians taking their land?

"As you know, we've also doubled the taxes on the Sealians living in New Agenor. We've provided them with a batch full of Sealian water and it almost cost us another ship," Arwin added before his eyes turned to Maris. His sardonic grin made her want to puke.She wrote down a couple of things in her notebook, gazing away from him before she lost her temper.

"What is it?" Valda asked Maris, interrupting Arwin.

"Your Highness?" Arwin raised a white eyebrow as he looked at Valda.

Maris moved uncomfortably and shook her head. "Nothing, my Queen."

"Speak."

Arwin scoffed. "Is she your counselor now?"

"General, I suggest that you keep your remarks to yourself," Valda said. She turned to Maris and spoke again. "Go on."

"I … think this revitalization of the Sea Kingdom by Skylians hands… is not what they need," Maris said, her voice quivering and looking anywhere but towards Arwin. "Not to mention, why make them pay higher taxes, when they already have lost so much."

"If they haven't done anything to fix what happened to them in twenty years, they are just lazy and incompetent."

Maris tilted her head in disbelief. She remembered Eyphah Hurley during the audience, she remembered her anger and frustration at not being heard by the crown. She was all alone, begging Valda for help and albeit Valda neither denied nor accepted helping the Sealians, it still felt as if the Sealians, her people, were left to fend for themselves.

That wasn't right. None of the things coming out of Arwin's mouth was right. Sealians weren't lazy, they just had a whole kingdom working against them, while trying to stay afloat.

Maris needed to do something, anything that might get the Sealian the help they needed, why not try to get that help now?

"Lazy? I been working ever since my father died. I couldn't find any job that would take me. One look at my hair and they turned me away, and I will not speak of the way I was treated in the places I was hired." Anger bubbled in Maris's chest as Arwin dismissed her with a scoff. She turned to Valda before asking, "Has the Sky Kingdom even gone through something like this in its history?"

Valda shook her head. "Not that I know of."

"You shouldn't judge them then," Maris added. "You don't want to lower their… our taxes? Fine! Then create laws so your people will hire Sealians. Tartarus! Pay them an incentive for having Sealians working for them! Give us a chance!"

"Are you saying that this kingdom is not to your liking, girl?" Arwin smirked. "You can always go back to the Sea Kingdom and try your luck in that forsaken place."

"Arwin!" Valda growled. "Enough!"

"It's fine, my Queen. I take no insult. Maybe it is hard for the status quo to hear what needs to be changed." Maris tilted her head and stared at Arwin. "If my queen is to take money from the Sealians, might as well use it to fix their Kingdom and have them go back to their home."

"We've done more than enough for your people," Arwin said, his words sharp and biting.

Valda closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "What are we using the money on, Arwin?"

"According to the report, it is mostly going to the army," he answered.

Maris went back to her notebook and wrote a couple of lines. She was so preoccupied that she didn't notice Valda's hand, sneaking under the table and grabbing hold of her thigh. Maris eyed her lap and then Arwin, who was distracted by the mess of reports.

Valda leaned close enough for Maris to hear her say, "We will talk later."

Quickly and as covertly as she could, Maris squeezed Valda's fingers reassuring her that they would indeed talk.

"What's next?" Valda asked the general.

"I can continue with security."

Valda waved her hand, signaling him to continue.

"The civil unrest continues down south. Your last battle before your birthday did not deter more rogues from joining in. From what has been reported, there are more soldiers abandoning the army and joining these… legions."

"Legions? Really?" Valda asked, scoffing at the word.

Arwin shrugged. "Valda, people are rebelling. After your father's death, it has been all downhill, especially when your mother took power. With her unsystematic approach to ruling—"

"Unsystematic? Is that how they call it?"

Arwin swallowed hard, his lips tight. "Are you saying they are wrong?"

"Of course they are! My mother did what she could. She married into royalty; she had no idea how to rule."

"Do you think people care about that, Valda?" Arwin scoffed. "They don't. They want someone that can rule, that helps them live their lives as carefree as they can. They are not blessed like the gods like you. That's why when your mother died and you took the throne, the attacks settled down a bit, but with your… situation, it is getting out of hand."

Valda rubbed her forehead. "What have you done to stop them while I was out? You said you were dealing with all of this."

"I doubled the troops in Umbriel and its adjacent plains. We are trying to smoke them out, but they seem to be organized. They might even have a leader."

Valda rubbed her scar-covered knuckles, lowering her head. "We cannot let this happen."

"Valda. I cannot shake the feeling that these scoundrels could be tied somehow to your mother's assassination." Arwin licked his lower lip, took a quick glance at Maris, and spoke again. "They want this unrest; they want to destabilize, maybe take charge. What better way than to take out the queen."

Maris scoffed and shook her head at Arwin, who looked upon her with anger. "If I may, my Queen." Maris decided it was better to look at Valda than at the man before her.

"Proceed."

"I don't think this is right. If what the general is saying is true, then why not take you out as well? The real destabilization would've happened if they took both women of power out, the queen and the princess. No other ruler could take on the role. The kingdom would fall into chaos." Maris couldn't help but look at Arwin. "I don't think they wanted your mother out of the picture." Maris bit her lower lip before she continued talking. "I think they wanted you in power."

"What would be the reason for that?" Valda asked.

To manipulate?Maris nibbled her lower lip, unable to voice her thoughts. "Maybe they want a blind leader? Maybe they know you are still na?ve when it comes to ruling." she said instead, trying to get Valda to understand what she really meant.

Arwin scoffed dramatically. "Oh, please. If you are trying to say that Valda is easy to manipulate you might be right, but in any case, if they wanted a coup, they should've done so when Brontes was alive."

"I am easily manipulated? Says who? You?"

"I, well… What I mean is—"

"No. You will respect me and you will not speak ill of the late king," Valda warned, her hand forming a tight fist.

Maris's curiosity peaked. For Arwin to speak of King Brontes as he was, he must've not liked him.

"Did your father died mysteriously as well, Your Highness?" Maris asked, her attention on Valda.

"He died during the Sea Kingdom tragedy," Valda answered, shifting in her chair, her leg bouncing underneath the table.

"How?"

"He suffered great injuries when the castle collapsed. We didn't have a blessed Asclepius worshipper in the ship with us, he died on his way back home," Arwin intervened, straightening his back.

"Is it normal for people in this kingdom to die mysteriously?" Maris asked.

Arwin's fa?ade darkened. "What do you mean?" He leaned over the table, getting dangerously close to Maris. "What do you know?"

"I know nothing. I am spewing theories and questions just as you are, General."

"Oh really? It sounds more like you know things we do not know. Funny how since you made your presence known, a lot of bad things started happening."

"What are you insinuating, Arwin?" Valda asked, her legs ceasing its bounce.

"I mean, this woman never went through one of my background checks." He shrugged. "You tell me."

"I would never harm the royal family," Maris said, as a small ray of fear slithering down her back as she felt Valda turning to face her. "I was raised by a soldier who pledged his eternal loyalty to the crown."

"A Skylian soldier raised you? Really? I wouldn't be surprised if you were lying about this as well."

"I was thought fidelity, General. And I do not like—"

"I don't give a fuck what you like or not." Arwin turned to Valda and slammed his hand on the wooden desk. "This is the problem right here, Valda. You use these maids as fuck toys, screw around with them once or twice, and they think they have the right to come in here and talk when clearly all they are good for is to spread their legs and open their mouths."

"Arwin…" Valda growled the second warning of the day.

"No. I will not be quiet. It is clear as day you are your father's daughter. All it takes is a pretty little face and a wet cunt and you are no longer able to make any right decision for your kingdom! Look what is happening. She is doing exactly what the bastards down at Umbriel want to do; destabilizing. Gods know if she is with them, and they pushed her in this place to fuck things up. As she said, those assholes probably wanted you in power. They know how easily you can be manipulated by a pair of tits and a cunt—"

Air was dragged out of his lungs. Gasping, his wide eyes settled upon Valda, her hand extended, eyes opened. He moved his hand to touch his throat, but all there was the wafting wind around his head.

Arwin's red face took Maris aback. What scared her the most was that she didn't want Valda to stop. She wanted her to hurt Arwin. If she couldn't do it herself, she should allow Valda to do it on her behalf. Shouldn't she? But then who would answer her questions regarding her father's death? When will she have closure?

Fighting with her own indecision, Maris groaned in frustration before calling out to Valda.

"Enough! Stop!" Maris stood and grabbed hold of Valda's thick forearm. She tried to push the hand down, to stop Valda from suffocating the general, but Valda's anger disgorged out of her pores.

The queen snarled, showing her teeth like a rabid wolf as she concentrated on Arwin's gasps.

"Valda," Maris whispered, her soft hands trailing over her face. "Please, don't."

The General rolled his eyes to the back of his head, his arms going limp at his side. Maris panicked, grabbed Valda's hand once again and squeezed.

"Stop it! You are killing him!"

Suddenly, Valda released her hold on and Arwin fell back, coughing and gasping.

As the queen jerked away from her, Maris pulled her hand back, noticing how enraged she was. The calm woman from earlier in the morning had disappeared; in her place stood a warrior, engulfed in flames and ready to destroy whoever stood before her. Maris debated within herself whether she should talk again, touch Valda and try to reason with her, but as her hands moved, so did Valda's.

Valda slammed her fist on the desk, the wood cracked underneath her hand, tearing from within down the middle, breaking in half.

A surprised yelp escaped from Maris as she pushed back, avoiding the flying splinters. Her gaze moved from the desk to Valda, and back to Arwin, who still lay on the ground, trying hard to even his breathing.

"I want you to listen to me, and listen well, Arwin," Valda began, leaning closer. "I am the Queen. I am not my mother. You will not intimidate me or manipulate me into doing or thinking what you want. Not anymore! I am not a little girl! You will respect me, as your superior. If you dare disrespect me again, I swear upon my mother's grave I will have no hesitation in suffocating you. Understand?"

Arwin pushed himself away from Valda, nodding his answer.

"Speak," Valda barked.

"Y–Yes, Your Highness."

Valda's upper lip twitched, she stood straight and took a cautious step back. "This meeting is postponed for another day."