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| Kenna | Jul 27 2008, 11:27 PM |
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Queen of Angkar
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Kenna returned her husband's quick kisses before flopping back onto the bed with a sigh. She reached toward Razarod and when she felt his hands in hers, she pulled him down next to her. Kenna stifled a giggle. A woman so small and slight as she could move a man so large and strong as her husband with the twitch of a finger. It was in those moments that she knew that she could never be in any danger as long as Razarod was near. He would not - could not - ever hurt her. As Razarod lay beside her, she leaned closer to him to kiss him, but stopped as just their noses touched. "A vacation would be nice. Would we go places other than the Kaadian Way? There is so much I should like to see..." Her words became muffled as her lips found her husband's. Her fingers were woven with his and she smiled as she leaned her head away from Razarod to look at him. "How should I be so blessed in love?" Her heart was full. So many changes were in place: for their people, for their land - and so many more yet to come. Hopefully they would have the time to take care of them. ------ As Balthazar walked the narrow passageways back to his "domain" in the castle, he ran over the past few months. Apparently the "queen" - he scoffed at the idea of calling that foreigner a queen. She didn't even know how to properly handle a sword - or at least no one had seen her attempt it. Most assumed she had no background in anything having to do with attack and defense. Just a pretty face, a quick mind to solve menial problems at best. pah. The queen had said "The only way to build a fortress is from the bottom up... so we will attend to the needs of our land and our people from the lowest of the low, to the top." What benefit there was in getting those street brats into schools was not something Balthazar could determine on his short walk back to his library. Well, not HIS library - the queen's library. That was the reason he was here. Wait, scratch that... that was the reason he was able to gain access to the castle. The reason he was here was for much less than the literary entertainment of the queen. It was for - footsteps down the hall stopped his thoughts. He would not even allow himself to think of the deeds ahead with others present that were not of their order. Even with Antony it was difficult. The boy was so young... and so green in his experience. No matter. While the queen was a respectable woman, she was not the queen of Ankgar. No, that queen would have been born and raised on this island by a man and woman who had also been born and raised here. Kenna was a woman from a land only the greatest scholars had heard of. A land far on the reaches of the world. And land foreign to any man who walked across the plains of their great island. This Kenna did not know their land. She knew her own. She did not know these people. She knew her own. For this reason she could not be considered qualified or appropriate to be a ruling monarch. Balthazar would not think about his "king." The man was brutish, carried no air of manners, had never set foot in a royal assembly - or even had relations with anyone who was of noble descent (not that it had mattered in the Old Ways - it merely said that he did not possess the money of the Great Houses- the last surviving evidence that Ankgar had once had a thriving, unified and organized, society. The Great Houses now stood as a reminder to the poor that they were poor and a reminder to the rich that they were rich. They did not lead, they did not rule. They did not care for their tenants who lived in poverty. It was from that class of people that their supposed king came from. Certainly, he had made something of himself as a warrior - but that did not make up for his utter lack of noble gentility. He would have to hide behind his wife to appear at all appropriate and she was a shy little bird who merely wished to cling to his arm whenever at court. Balthazar reached his small study that he could call his own and sat down in the wooden chair. It had long been found too hard to sit in for too long, so one of the seamstresses formed a padded seat to place on the chair. Balthazar found that he could work comfortably for much longer with it and always made sure to thank the seamstress. You see, he was not all evil. Certainly, he aimed to overthrow this new monarchy - one that strove for equality and justice. For care, sympathy and mercy to those less fortunate than yourself... He believed in the latter. It was the equality that worried him. They may try to make all men equal, but still they will have to set men above others and that could again cause derision. No matter. It would not last much longer. He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his eyes. He would have to appear to be working for some time. And he had to get the message out to his correspondent in the city. When he first began with their... organization... he wondered why they had worked so hard to find someone who could call themselves a librarian or book afficianado. Now he knew. At a moment's notice he had to be able to use their cipher and the vast array of books that he had available to him in the queen's library to send out messages. They were intended to appear as booklists - orders, returns, whatever booklists are used for. It has become a very useful technique... though it can take some time to code the cipher and be sure it gets into the correct hands. Balthazar took out a piece of paper and a stack of envelopes with scraps of paper inside. He would be working on a few more ciphers, though he would be sure that it would appear that he were merely cataloging the books in the library. Once dusk set, he would light a lamp in the window of hte library. Then rush down to light a lamp in the window where his colleagues would enter. This little League of men had no name - they were merely the League. And they would be sure to do their job. To assassinate the King and Queen of Ankgar. |
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