A Game Well Played

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Characters: Narcissus, Lazuli
Summary: The glorious rivalry of Machra-la’s brightest rising young stars is reaching its bittersweet conclusion.

May I have a word with you, Sati Lazuli..?”

“But of course, Sati Narcissus. I always do so enjoy our conversations.”

The din turned only slightly less deafening as they made their way into the fresh night air of the gardens, moving with the very studied casual grace of two men expecting a dagger to the back at any moment.

“Our beloved Rava certainly knows how to throw a party, doesn’t she..?” Lazuli commented, turning to face his bitter rival with a benign smile.

“Oh, yes,” Narcissus agreed, smile every bit as sweet. “The Festival of Five Flowers this last spring? Absolutely inspired! I will have to admit, these last few years of sparring with you in all the golden halls of Machra-la have been entertaining beyond measure.”

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Returning The Blades

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Characters: Rylerion, Rannon
Summary: Rion asks his uncle what he should do with the legendary blades that were taken from him after he attacked and killed an unarmed soldier at Akari’s supposed funeral.

“I have been told countless times how these blades are the epitome symbols of the truest virtues of Kayalana,” Rylerion said, lifting the pair of blades from their stand to hold them between them. “Marks of absolute dedication to duty, to honour. After what happened, do you still feel you deserve to bear them?”

It took Rannon uncharacteristically long to reply, and for all his stoicism there were lines of pain around his eyes when he finally forced himself to.

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Don’t Let The Groom Run Away

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Characters: Rylerion, Rannon
Summary: A brief moment of family connection, right before Rion’s wedding.

“Is the collar straight?”

Restless fidgeting. The older man’s hands steady as they minutely adjust the heavy metal wings holding the even heavier cloak in place. A look suspiciously akin to amusement on his face.

“It will be if you stand still.”

 The king all but freezes, but only for a few moments before he unthinkingly moves again, shrugging against the weight.

“Nervous?” asks his uncle to distract him, tone unusually gentle. A harsh exhale, for a moment a cornered look in the younger man’s eyes.

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In The Balance

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Characters: Rylerion, Corrin
Summary: Defeated and captured by the hated Arani, Rion is given a moment’s chance to slay his enemy, the prince of Carryn-yehl.

Like a snake the Itishi struck, without warning.

In one single fluid movement he swept the knife off the table, grabbed his collar and pressed the blade hard against his throat.

”I could slit your throat with a flick of my wrist,” he hissed, and for an ice-cold moment Corrin wondered if his gifts had let him down at last. Forcing himself to trust in his instincts, he let out a silent breath.

”And yet you aren’t,” he pointed out, calmly, holding that black stare without flinching. The most minute tremor passed through the hand holding the knife, a brief flicker of uncertainty. Continue reading “In The Balance”

Final Gambit

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Characters: Rannon, Saya Eztari, Akari
Summary: Rannon travels in secret to the South, to convince the obstinate Southern Lords to lay down arms and swear fealty to the new King.
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You have not been returning my correspondence, Saya Eztari.”

She froze, three steps into the hall. Not the annoying messenger she had exasperatedly left to wait; the commanding figure sitting upon her dais at the end of the hall was unmistakable, with ice-pale eyes flashing as brightly as the regal diamonds set in his simple circlet crown.

”Sati-rama!” she gasped, floundering, trying and failing to hide her shock.

”Sati-rehu. Our King is still in the capital, awaiting your surrender. Patient, but likely not for much longer. As I have told you, multiple times, in the letters you have chosen to ignore.”

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Verdict

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Characters: Rylerion, Rannon
Summary: Rylerion finds out the overthrown tyrant went behind his back to negotiate with the Southern Lords and confronts him about it.
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“I gave you the South. Brought peace to your kingdom. Might that not be worth something?”

He leaned back, scowling in disbelief.

“You broke my trust. You flagrantly disobeyed my orders, ignored the sole two conditions I set up for your freedom, committing outright treason, and you have the nerve to ask for favours?”

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Prologue

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Characters: Tenotaka, Shayari, Rannon, Islinn, Rylerion
Summary: On this dark night, no life must be brought into the world. Yet an old king struggles with the choice to set tradition aside out of love for his son.
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A cool wind, with a taste of snow, whispered across the beaches of the small island, a reminder of the winter that still held the land in its clutches. Between narrow towers it soared, through an ancient city cloaked in twilight. Despite the approaching dusk, only a few specks of light could be seen inside the slender buildings; the wind might as well have whispered through a ghost city void of life.

This night no lights burned in Kayalana; no living creature wanted to draw the attention of the powers that be upon their home; none wanted to tempt fate on this night when no gods were watching, when time stood still

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Judgment

Golden princess and magic

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Characters: Rylerion, Relonia
Summary: The Dark Lord of Carryn-yehl is sentenced to death for his vile crimes. But facing the same demons he did, the princess who took his powers considers a different choice.
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”Let’s see just how long we can make you burn”, she had said, the last time he saw her, and the waking nightmares had kept him company in the dark ever since.

He thought he had steeled himself for the outdrawn, excruciating death that awaited when they came for him, but the cold distant stars above promised hours even until daybreak on this very last morning.
They were alone, the guards dismissed with a haughty nod, no witnesses yet gathered for the spectacle to come. Hours at her mercy, until daybreak and what morning would bring.

An eternity.

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Promise of Freedom

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Characters: Rylerion, Rannon
Summary: The newly crowned King of Kayalana visits the palace dungeons and decides to show the overthrown tyrant mercy, for the sake of family.
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It was damp and it was dark, the endless corridor leading ever deeper, ever downwards . The two small shirae-lanterns he carried were feeble things, whose gentle light barely touched the walls. Damp, and dark, and far too familiar, though he had never set foot here beneath his palace before. In a way he supposed all castle dungeons were much the same, serving the same purpose.

He knew all about that.

Carryn-yehl had had plenty of dungeons, and he had put them to good use. The royal palace of At-ni Cal had them, too, and those had been locked from the outside. Oh, yes, he was quite used to the damp darkness and lingering smells of human decay, though the memories they brought back were hardly pleasant, for many very different reasons.

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First Servant

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Characters: Rannon, Akari
Summary: Akari has been chosen to serve the King’s overthrown uncle and meets the feared tyrant for the very first time.
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Akari knocked on the door.

The only answer was silence, so he knocked again. He heard no footsteps, but suddenly the door opened, and he found himself face to face with the fallen tyrant. He fought the automatic urge to take a quick step back.

The man looked feral, tall and tense. The dungeons had taken their toll; the prince was bone thin, and while the strict clothes were neat, and the hair, still damp after a bath, was fastidiously combed, the face was gaunt and tight. Still, it were the eyes that held the boy’s full attention. The palest he’d seen, they met his own, the cold stare nailing him to the spot, pounding icicles through the back of his head.

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