Armant bit the inside of his cheek. Did the prince mean it? He doubted it.
He raised his chin and opened his mouth, then ducked his head and closed his eyes. He had to try. "Your Highness, there is no place she would not be harassed, but if you can consider a position that would keep her safe and place her in it, I would be in your debt." Then he made a face and looked to the side. In the prince's debt? He was his servant. He would have to do anything that Oriqwen wanted, anyway.
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Taimattus, Queen of Malnor, rolled her long nails over her throne's arms, the clicking audible to everyone in the room, including the peasant and his wife that knelt on the stone before her. Her other arm supported her chin as she leaned to one side.
As the peasant went on and on about the raiders that had destroyed his farm, Taimattus's teeth ground slightly, though that wasn't audible. When would this fool be done? She needed to speak to come people--well, some
creatures about the nuisance that had entered her Throne Room an hour ago. The girl would be no problem, but that Wizard... He was powerful. Still, it wouldn't be too hard to end him. Not with who she could command.
But, oh, if this peasant would finish! She severely regretted her pronouncement that she would be seeing her subjects to listen to their "problems" that day. This would be the last one, she would insure that.
She interrupted the silly man finally and said harshly: "Well? What do you expect me to do?"
The peasant stared at her. "Your Majesty, maybe you could send some of your great soldiers to stop the raiders."
Taimattus raised one thin eyebrow. "For one farm? Come back to me when these raiders are an actual problem. Now leave."
The peasant gaped. "Majesty, please! I have children! And the raiders will return and take everything that is left! Can't you do anything about it?"
The queen stood sharply and the peasants flinched. "Yes. I can do something." Her voice was ice cold. "I can have you killed so you won't have to worry about the raiders. Would you prefer that?"
The wife fell back from her knees and her back landed on the floor, her legs folding beneath her. The husband cried out and shuffled on his knees to his wife. Then he looked back up at the queen. He had tears in his eyes. "P-Please."
"Guards!" shouted the Dragon, her eyes locked on the man's, not allowing him to look away. "Make their children parentless."
The man screamed and crawled to the queen, clutching at her gown's edge. "PLEASE!"
Taimattus grimaced and kicked the man, him flying a few feet and landing at the feet of the guards who had come to drag he and his wife away. Two guards gripped the man's arms and began dragging him backward. Two others went to the wife, who had fainted when she heard the queen's verdict.
"Make it quick. Make it quiet. And do it in the Torture Chamber. No one will question the blood there."
Once the four guards were gone, Taimattus shook out her gown and took a deep breath. Peasants were so disgusting. She went to a window and gazed out at the sun letting, the light strike her directly in the eyes. How pleasurable that was.
After several moments she turned and strode out of the room, brushing away the guards that tried to go with her.
She went deep into the castle, deeper and deeper, until the chill made her shudder. But there was no stopping. Finally she reached a door at the bottom of a set of steep stairs. Taking a key that only she was allowed to touch from somewhere, she slid the obsidian into the nearly invisible key hole, turned it, and pushed the door open. It was darker than a moonless night where the stars were scared to shine inside. She entered and walked into the darkness, it almost thick and hard to wade through. It pressed in from all sides. Tangible darkness.
Most everyone would have been startled, even scared to step into the black, but the queen knew what it was. Light at rest was strange to walk through. She pushed on, and when she was walked maybe a dozen feet the darkness suddenly changed. Specks so tiny they were nearly impossible to spot began to swirl about her. Slowly the specks grew and more appeared. Taimattus stopped moving and let the light awaken. At first the light wasn't too bright, but suddenly the specks spread like wildfire in tongues centering around her. By the time all the light was awake it was so bright that a human would not have been able to see.
But the queen was no human.
She looked around the room, at the piles of sticks and pedestal holding one tome proudly. A crevice in one corner held a shallow dip full of water. Bowls full of earth were set in shelves built into the stone wall. A low platform squatted gloomily in the middle of the room. Two small indentions were the only marks on the smooth surface.
Taimattus walked to the piles of sticks and chose three. After she fit two of them in the indentions and had the third balanced on top she retrieved a bowl of dirt and dipper of water from the pool. The pool silently refilled. Smearing some dirt on the sticks and sprinkling water over the whole thing, she spoke a spell from the tome. It was a very old spell. The words rose in a dizzying rush from her stomach and tingled on her tongue and lips as they rolled out. When the final word was said she stepped back and spoke a name.
The space between the sticks turned white, then revealed a scene in a forest. A...
creature was crouched over a panther lying on its side. The side of the panther had been torn open and the creature was gorging itself on the cat's innards.
Taimattus felt her gut twist when she saw the blood, but she held back her nausea and said the creature's name. The creature looked up from its feast and locked eyes with the Dragon. Different from the rest of his appearance, his eyes, shockingly human, were discomforting. His gore covered mouth spread in a smile and his pointed teeth, which dripped blood, snapped a few times.
"Hello, Queen." His voice was raspy and surprisingly high for his bulk. He stood straight, about five feet, seven inches and adjusted his pants, the only clothing he wore aside from a thick belt slung over his chest which held the massive scabbard of his sword. He brushed back his long black head-hair with bloody hands and smoothed the long orange hair on his arms, chest, and face down, only spreading the blood already there around.
"If I'd known you were coming I would have cleaned up a bit." He began licking the blood from his arm with a forked tongue. After a few moments of this he looked at the Dragon and raised his eyebrows. "Uh, can I help you?"
The queen had been staring in horror at the blood on his body, but shook herself out of it without moving and forced a smile. "Yes. You can. A nuisance has appeared in my kingdom and I need it dealt with."
The creature picked his teeth with one claw and, while gazing at a lump of flesh speared on his aforementioned claw, he said: "Oh, so the great and mighty Dragon can't deal with her own problems.
Again. Tell me," he popped the flesh in his mouth and chewed, "what is it this time? The water not hot enough in your bath? The food not to your liking? You can always share my kill." He gestured at the body on the ground and grinned as the queen recoiled. "Anyway, what is it?"
The Dragon swallowed away her nausea and looked away from both the tore apart beast and the creature. She looked up at the trees crowns around her. "Where's Nashua and Silra?"
The creature looked around and shrugged. "Dunno. They were just here a minute ago. Maybe you scared them away."
The queen crossed her arms. "You and I both know that they aren't that easy to scare. Is there a place of living nearby?"
The creature shook his furry head. "Nope. Maybe they decided to do something stupid to each other."
"Go find them."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me--go find them and bring them here. I need to speak to all three of you."
The creature started to bend back down over his kill. "You find them," he grumbled.
The queen cried the creature's name and he flinched. "Do you
have to?" he whined. "You know that hurts."
Taimattus smirked. "Go on, then. Find them and bring them here."
The creature growled and stood again. He gabbed a finger at the queen. "If the True Name thing worked for Dragons and not just my race you would be under my control in a second."
Taimattus sneered. "You really think I would have told you my name if it applied to me?"
The creature swore at her and stomped off into the trees. The queen tried not to look at the carcass, but it was hard. When the creature returned he was followed by a young woman and man.
(Ignore her ears. She's human.)
Once they were gathered in front of the queen, Taimattus explained her plan. There were some snorts. A few grumbles. Some laughter. And finally the four nodded at each other and the Dragon closed the viewing screen.