Redpath's Journals: Meals, Plans, and a Potential Ally (19)

I watched them leave before scrambling up and along the wall to drop into the garden in a safe spot. I did vaguely heard Kestrel speaking as my feet bounced along the top edge on the wall and landing by the bench Meli sat upon. With a quick salute to Lord Kestrel, I took my place beside Meli. I glanced toward Deas wondering if having one of the Prince’s friends joining us was odd but would not question Kestrel’s decision.

“Chichi did add a glass and plate for you Deas.” he remarked to him. “Join us.” he continued. Deas stared at us but did not move from his place by the door. “I truly doubt the chef would want you starving on such a wonderful day.” Kestrel added with a chuckle. Deas jumped and moved after a few more minutes of resistance. He sat quietly staring at his feet on a newly formed bench between Sert and Kestrel. This was shyness that could not be allowed to remain in place even if he remained silent.

“You don’t speak much.” I remarked to him. I moved to him with a plate and a glass for him. He looked slightly shocked as our eyes met. “Just sip it slowly like wine and it should not affect you negatively especially if you are eating as well.” I explained to him. I had gotten a sniff of this sake and knew it was strong but not overly problematic with food. I gave him one last closed mouth smile before returning to my perch beside Meli. He gave everyone a quick nervous glance but his heartbeat slowed to a more natural pace. He did remain silent but did eat and listen to the conversation around him.

“When are we escaping Cole and Royal duties, oh great Royal Advisor?” Meli asked with a soft giggle. The hushed laughter waved around the inner walls of the garden.

“I’m surprised you did not call him Flower this time.” Sert remarked with a smirk at her. A softer laugh echoed as Meli and Kestrel scoffed at the comment.

“Need you two start this again?” he retorted calmly. “We have the issues with the Ice Dragons once you explain what is supposedly happening, Meli.” he stated to her. “Cole’s dislike of cold weather will keep him away from us.” he concluded awaiting her reply.

“Word from the village’s headman speaks of passive Ice Dragons attacking the village and surrounding areas.” she informed us quickly. “But no injured villagers has the headman requesting a research mission.” she added with a half shrug. Kestrel nodded his agreement to this odd request.

“Visiting this village will also give me a chance to verify on a small personal matter near that area.” he returned calmly. I could see in Sert’s and Meli’s eyes the excitement of a new adventure but I also knew, I would not be going with them this time. My duties lied in watching over the events in Atlantis during their absence.

“A personal matter?” the two excitedly chimed in.

“Yes.” Kestrel replied with a sigh. “I must check a sealed gate.” he continued slowly. “You may accompany me part of the way but this is a duty only I can accomplish.” he informed them directly. “Royal duties should be dealt with tomorrow morning, allowing us to depart within a day or two.” he added softly.

“Have you recovered enough for this?” I asked in a purring whisper to him. All eyes turned to him with a hint of worry on their face. Kestrel smiled brightly at them before replying with a nod and words.

“I will be fully recovered from my mistake in that village before we leave here again.” he assured us. I held back the jubilation at these words unlike Meli and Sert that relaxed instantly. I mostly held my tongue allowing them to discuss their plans and what they required for this adventure into the frozen lands to the south. My orders to remain in Atlantis did eventually come but I had already knew this was an adventure for the senior members only. As we parted after the meal, I assisted Deas to place the empty platters, plates, glasses, and bottles upon the handcart for him to return it all to the kitchens.

Lord Kestrel decided to tour Atlantis while his team prepared their items and gear for exploring the southern reaches of the world. I followed but did not stay in the shadows at time walking beside him. We did not truly talk as he made sure Atlantis knew he was still open and available to them with his new role of Royal Advisor. He did appear fully recovered but was this still in part what had happened between him and Lacona, or the actual power of Atlantis healing him. We returned home to be ushered into the dining hall where the fully household retinue waited for us to join them. The celebratory feast was a lavished mixture of different meals from Atlantis and with a small medley of worldly delicacies from all over. The friendly but derisive snaps back and forth between Meli and Cole were held within the edge of annoyance but no true angry words exchanged. Cole did glance half in surprise that I was included with the entourage but as I ate with dignity he seemed to mostly accept my presence at the table. Sert bantered about possible sparring sessions with Cole which I had already witness a few in the past that seemed very pleasant for both of them. I did hazard a request to join their sparring sessions if they allowed the house cat to join. Sert agreed easily while Cole gave me another curious glance but did not outwardly refuse my request.

They talked long after the empty plates and platters were removed from the table while much lighter drink was still flowing slowly. As they retired for bed, Meli asked me where I planned to sleep this night. I simply told her I would be in the garden in my favorite perch for my rest. She looked at me worried but did not offer an alternative place to spend the night. With all of them safely in their rooms, I was sat upon the wall of the garden looking towards the Royal Enclave of Atlantis. The light of the Heartstone of Atlantis bathed the area with a soft bluish-white light giving it a permanent twilight environment over night.

My feet hit soundlessly upon the road as I moved towards the central core of Atlantis. I could not be sure I was not being silly or foolish by listening to a pair of foxes but I felt compelled to do this. I did stay closer to the shadows while I moved slowly in the darkness of the coming night. It felt odd only noticing a handful of Royal Guards patrolling the central areas. I did not attempt hiding from them greeting them with a silent nod or a salute to the higher ranked Feral Guards. Even with my uncommon armor, they did not seem to have a problem with my presence floating through these prestigious enclave.

“Seems my kin did get a message to you.” a voice whispered from a shadow up wind from me. I gazed into the shadow allowing my eyes to adjust to the dim lighting. A foxed shaped figure stood a touch taller than me with a cloaked human beside them. The vixen that stepped from the shadows was truly taller than me with midnight colored fur which is not typical for foxes. As the being accompanying her stepped forward, the scent of heavy perfume tickled my nostrils and told me who this was: the King’s concubine. She was cloaked perfectly hiding herself from head to toes but her scent was unmistakable. “From the snarl on your face, you know who stands with me.” the black vixen softly said.

“Yes, but why is the only question I have.” I returned in a hushed growl. “But first, proper introductions while I calm myself.” I added reigning in my reactions to her perfumed.

“Munin’s perfume selection is quite horrible.” the concubine stated. A slender white hand reached out from under the cloak towards me. I last saw that hand holding a hand crossbow but was held openly to me now. “My name is Shala Meuse, but with you it will be Shala.” she added holding her hand out to me. I took it gently in my padded paw of a hand to shake it. The soft giggle showed she accepted this simple human action.

“Kestrel.” I returned with a slow nod of my head in greeting. I still waited to discover this odd fox’s identity.

“They sent the outcast fox, Siren of the Lashed Wolf Pack, to watch over the idiot’s concubine.” the fox revealed without a hint of anger or annoyance. “Well met Kestrel of the Redpath clan.” she continued calmly. I felt her touch at my chin before her cheek brushed along mine. “Better to greet you in feline fashion than anything else.” she added. Her touch had been firm but not forceful at my chin to allow her rubbing cheeks with me.

“You raised a weapon in Munin’s defensive, which I must thank you.” Shala whispered. We had placed ourselves in a tight triangle at the edges of the shadows. “His death at a foreigner’s hand would not be seen as a bad event for Atlantis.” she remarked. “It’s why the Royal Guards did not move to stop that possibility from happening.” she added calmly.

“Too many other problems would arise from such an action.” I remarked with a huffing growl.

“She does not see that yet but is not foolishly remaining blind.” Siren replied slowly.

“If he dies, Annianka can be with her true King.” Shala interjected. The vixen groaned at this comment.

“Prince Bryan would be tossed aside, and so would all of Munin’s playthings including yourself Shala.” I warned her. “Do you truly wish to be tossed on a foreign shore with nothing but the clothing on your back?” I asked sightly blunter than I meant. A bark of laughter escaped Siren at my summation of the situation. “Better to have him step down eventually to allow Princess Sara and Prince Bryan to co-rule Atlantis with honor.” I added with a small toothy smirk.

“You believe he would give up the power of being the King of Atlantis?” Shala retorted. “I understand waiting could give Prince Bryan a chance to show his nobility that his father lacks but the lot of us that he dragged along to satisfy his debased needs have no value.” she stormed forward verbally. “I have no place because of that degenerate man.” she added. Siren’s hand was around her shoulders instantly.

“I will still follow and protect you, silly woman.” Siren purred at her. I sighed softly as all my annoyance melted away.

“You will make sure she stays safe, Siren?” I asked. She looked at me and nodded. “I will inform Lord Kestrel of our two mystery allies that could sway King Munin’s thoughts indirectly.” I told them. “But for now, why did you decide to call upon me?” I added in a more casual tone.

“Of all the Royal Guard clans, you are the first other than Miss Hope to select your duties personally.” Siren admitted softly. “One of two that could see a half-breed can have merit among the Royal Guards.” she continued in a nearly inaudible whisper. She was hiding her words from the one she guarded to protect this woman. An insane thought had me taking a chance by placing a firm hand at her chin. As our cheeks touched, I whispered a lone question to her.

“Do you love her?”

“What?” she yapped pulling back. She stared into my eyes trying to find words to answer my question. “I...do...not...know.” she breathed out in a slow halting way.

“Close enough.” I exclaimed with a smirk. The warning sound of a higher pitched chuckle told me another had joined this conversation from the Ferret Guards. The step was light even if the nails clicked on the marble walkway.

“And good enough for my big brother to vouch for you as a member of the Ferret Guards.” Khëndrâèl stated as he stood beside me. “The squad leader was worried for no reason when the foxes wanted time alone with you, young Redpath.” he continued casually. “You are, in Captain Jäzærha's eyes, a fox even with your lupus mixed blood.” he told her. “As for yourself, kitten, any of the Captains would give you an honorary place in their squads, little Knight.” he added.

“A Knight?” Shal remarked shocked. “I thought the armor was a...” she tried but could not finish her words.

“A help return a Princess back to her Throne to be their Queen.” I informed them briefly. I knew it sounded both silly and unrealistic because of how simplified my explanation was. “The Queen who knighted me gave this armor as a personal gift to me.” I continued keeping an annoyed growl from my voice. Before I could say more, Siren did the cheek rub once more adding the question I had whispered to her. “Yes!” I exclaimed. Her eyes went wide while Khën chuckled beside me.

“And your duties can remain as they are Siren since someone needs to keep Munin focused on his duties.” he remarked. He bowed to Shala and drifted away without anything else said.

“Why do I feel drafted as a soldier?” Shala returned to us.

“More like a good influence that watches over a fool.” Siren replied with a soft giggle. “But we should all be returning home for some sleep this night.” she added quietly.

“May I request an odd favor from our feline Knight?” Shala whispered hesitantly.

“If it is within my power, I will give it proper consideration.” I replied easily.

“I wish to rub cheeks with you as well.” she asked in a small quiet voice. “I know my perfume is horrible but I wish to experience what seem the most innocent and pleasant greeting.” she continued slightly bolder.

“It is a rather odd request coming from a human.” Siren stated slowly. She looked at me unsure if she should allow this to happen.

“You would be exposing your face to all that might be passing by.” I warned her gently. I looked back to Siren as we both shrugged towards each other undecided. “I will accept this but only this once from you.” I answered feigning calmness. This was an action that Diadem was the only human to receive it prior to this moment. Shala’s hood was pulled back as she stepped hesitantly forward. She placed a hand on my one cheek and slowly rubbed her cheek along the exposed one.

“I love Siren” she whispered into my ear. She pulled away slowly with a small smile on her face. “Now you know why I needed to do this, yes?” she told me. She pulled the hood back firmly in place to hide her face in shadows. I had caught the hint of blush upon her cheek before the shadows made her disappear.

“Completely.” I replied. I gave Siren a knowing smirk before bowing to both of them and drifting away into the shadows. Many different thought floated around my mind as I neared what was now my home. Shala admitting that she loved Siren while knowing the fox had feelings for her as well made me think about Dia. I nearly missed the squawk as I landed upon the wall at the same moment a harpy landed beside my perch. She place the scroll at my feet then bent her head forward to receive head scratches. Purring chuckles rolled out of me as I idle scratched the harpy’s feathery head. “Thank you.” I whispered to her. I collected the message I had received from my helpful harpy friends.

I did not try reading the missive until I was in my place in the bow of the tree I slept peacefully in. I unrolled it wondering if it was from Dia, Deidra, or maybe Rouge but I was looking at a message from Artea. It was mostly a simple report of the event to the southern edge by the mountain pass. It mentioned the life-like statues that would be left to hold lanterns to light the passage at night but no suspicions that they were once alive. I debated telling her the truth but they could not truly help them anyways. She also explained that the lands for our Royal Guards vacation lands were already being prepared and the citizens of those two areas were more than happy to receive my kind and kin into their lands. The last part was telling me how brave and strong Dia was behaving even if she missed me deeply. She also mentioned that Queen Diadem hoped I would be the one bringing the Royal Guards personally to her land with a chance for a visit together. I sighed considering how impossible this would be with my duties towards Lord Kestrel. I drifted to sleep and dreamed of future times with Dia. I awake hearing the growls of Miss Hope in the foyer. I did not need to see her to know her annoyance was edging into anger. I could not wait to listen how this would turn out. I moved to enter the foyer from the garden door to find her standing there fuming.

“You seemed perturbed this sunny morning, Lady Hope.” I greeted her with barely the hint of a smile on my face. My tail had wrapped itself at my waist and leg to hide my nervousness. She glared and growled at me sending a shiver of icy cold down my spine. I shrunk before her but kept my eyes upward to meet hers. Her growl remained as one hand had my chin in a tight grip. Her growled died in her throat as her eyes went wide for a barely a moment before she shook her head releasing me.

“Go play guard somewhere else, please.” she asked in a growl. “Lord Kestrel will not be needing a shadow today.” she added in that same growling voice. I sighed and nodded to her drifting towards the kitchen to see if Meli had started boiling water for morning tea. The kitchen was empty so I took it upon myself to prepare the kettle for tea. I was at least able to hear when Kestrel come downstairs and left with Miss Hope. When Meli arrived a few minutes later, she was happy seeing the water ready and I informed her of Kestrel’s departure with Miss Hope. It was after the noontime meal when Kestrel returned alone. While he prepared the team to leave to the southern lands, I assured him I would keep an eye on Cole. I carried most of their heavier supplies to the harbor for them to be placed onboard the Herald that was quickly re-provisioning itself for Lord Kestrel’s next adventure. The rest of the day was spent exploring Atlantis and practicing with Cole and some of the mixed Guard groupings.

Redpath's Journals: Truth, Surprised Title, and a Watch Duty (18)

Ambassador Socotra’s face slid from angry red to a pale shade of white as he consumed the information on the scrolls. He step forward slowly, as we held back, until he stood beside Lord Kestrel. He sank to one knee with his head down exposing the back of his neck reminding me of Dia’s submissive posture when she was sacrificing herself. In his hand, the few scrolls he had read and viewed as enough truth for him to be shamed by his countrymen’s behavior. He stayed immobile in this position until the scrolls were removed from his hand and returned to the King’s grasp. He rose to his feet with his face still downcast still in perfect silence.

“I withdraw my petition in this case.” he murmured quietly in the silence of the room. It was a thunderous spark having a slow murmur rush around the room. His head finally lifted to look at the King directly in the eyes. “True justice was served by this slaughter.” he proclaimed clearly for the room. Silence returned as he turned to start stumbling towards the doors. Kestrel half turned without stepping to stop him from leaving.

“I would request permission to have the Ambassador escorted to my lodging by Sertian.” Lord Kestrel stated quickly. “We must discuss matters unrelated to this revelation forced upon him.” he suggest. Sert was already in motion as I moved to take his place in our triangular formation. The ambassador gave him a simple blank faced nod as the warrior took his arm to assist him to leave under protective watchful eyes. The silence of the court was mostly to hear what had taken place and why a slaughter was now seen as justice upon Atlantis. Something they would not receive but what they did witness was more of a shock: Munin’s acting noble and wise while a new Royal Advisor was named.

“He should be held accountable for his people’s actions.” Munin grumbled after Socotra was safely away. The edge of his anger was palpable in the room by my animal instincts like an oncoming typhoon’s lightning.

“With the lack of a Royal Advisor, may I offer counsel to the Throne?” Kestrel suggested calmly. He turned and side-stepped to stand in front of both Royals. With a silent shuffle, we moved to be aligned at his back once more.

“You are one of the few beings that We both trust, noble Envoy Kestrel.” The King answered softly. He glances at the Holy Queen as he sat upon his throne properly, even placing the robe more tightly around his body. His back was straight in a royal fashion he had never shown to his court before this one moment. The Queen matched his stiff back royal placement with a mildly shocked look upon her face. This earned her a sad smile from the King. “We shall heed your words of wisdom in this trying moment.” he finally stated as they both turned to face Lord Kestrel.

“Would you condemn a man if a member of his household performed a heinous act?” Kestrel began drawing them into his thought patterns. “Or would you hold him responsible to handling just punishment to the ones that disregarded your honorable laws?” he quickly continued preventing interruptions.

“It would his right to dole out punishment without interference as long as he actually does punish them.” the Queen replied slowly. The king nodded for her to continue. “But it is not the case we have before us.” she remarked calmly. I could see her eyes locked upon Kestrel but could not read nor smell her emotions.

“But it is unless the foreigners upon Atlantis suffer from a secondary set of rules that do not apply to families of Atlantis.” Kestrel returned easily. He gave them time to understand his words by pensively scratching at his chin. With a quick glance between the Royals, they slowly nodded their understanding. “And he has agreed that the slaughter was just punishment, therefore the criminals have been properly punished for their crimes.” he added with a hint of finality. A long glancing pause between them kept them from speaking. A small smile had formed on the Holy Queen’s face as her eyes returned to gaze upon Kestrel. King Munin face seemed more pensive and still angry at this revealed event.

“Wise words indeed, noble Kestrel.” she admitted softly. She glanced once more at the King who appeared doubtful from his simmering anger. I heard a hint of a sigh from Kestrel.

“What would be gained by punishing one that will heed rumors against his people more closely to keep them in line?” he asked to the King directly. Munin’s anger had him holding back from accepting this path of logical reaction.

“Nothing but showing the vengeance of Atlantis.” Munin retorted hesitantly. I could smell his anger slowly receding but still strong enough to hold from agreeing.

“But is it vengeance or simply revenge?” Kestrel countered. “And what would he be replaced with?” he snapped. “A man that will not see the honor in what has been done?” he suggested. “A person that will deny the facts and claim themselves above such laws?” he continued mercilessly. Each statement giving a worse situation for Atlantis and the Throne. “A being that will poison the society of Atlantis directly like what was being attempted?” he added with a blunt snort. A scroll appeared upon Munin lap which was tossed into the group of nobles present after he read it. This revealed to the court what was the truth requiring a slaughter in the harbor and why the former Royal Advisor was slaughtered by the Atlantian dolphins. Did not notice when the Queen moved but her hand was upon Munin’s arm in a gentle touching grasp. He slowly turned to look at her.

“His words are wise, my husband.” she whispered to him. All hint of angry scent left Munin. In a silent pensive state, even after my Lord Kestrel’s verbal assault upon him, the sat straight back. The silence seem to become a frozen moment that would never end. A sad smile slowly grew on Munin’s face before he nodded to the Queen. They both turned to face Kestrel once more as true Royals.

“It is best to have a man whose honor is known than a dishonorable stranger in our midst.” he concluded with a hint of resignation in his voice.

“My husband?” Her Holy Highness said quietly. I half expected for Kestrel to respond but he looked away from her. The King turned to glance at her with his regal pose still fully in place. “We still require a Royal Advisor We both have faith to stand even against us for the benefit of Atlantis itself.” she hazarded this suggestion. The crowd of nobles stepped back from the Thrones possibly sensing what was about to happen. “And I believe, he stands before us now.” she added more directly to the King in a half whisper. We moved at these words, taking two full steps back as one now nearly blocking the doors to the Throne Room. The soft chuckle from Munin sounded sincere as both Royals turned once more to face Kestrel now standing alone with empty space around him.

“Yes, my Queen, Lord Kestrel is the only possible choice We ever had.” Munin stated so slowly while grinning. “Will you accept being our Royal Advisor, most honorable Lord Kestrel?” he asked in a formal fashion. These was not an order like Munin usually forced upon others. It was a true request showing respect and humility from King Munin, known only for his arrogance. The silence roared in my ears as every heartbeat, every breathe, and every smallest movement was clearly audible in the Throne Room. I had never thought that silence would be deafening but this torture to my sensitive hearing inspired insanity in my mind.

The sound of Lord Kestrel’s neck muscles contracting and his spine sections rubbing against each other as he looked from the Queen to the King like a pendulum was akin to metal squeaking on bone. Meli rolling on her heels. Cole’s fingers flexing and unflexing. The hesitant step or inaudible whisper of a breath being held. Every heartbeat rushing to a higher rhythm as the length of silence grew into minutes from seconds. I was on the verge of bolting but could only see Lord Kestrel accepting and placing himself equal to the Royals before him. I could even hear my own muscles tightening and relaxing without being able to move but wanting this fearful silence to end.

“Will you answer?” Munin asked breaking the silence. I could hear his heart beating faster and his hand trembling from what could only be nervousness. He glance at the Queen who’s colour had bled out of her face. “Have We offended you with this menial request?” he continued. His face blanched as I smelt fear from both the Royals but they still leaned forward as one towards the still silent Kestrel. A nearly imperceptible sigh escaped him.

“To be honest.” Kestrel breathed out like a whispering breeze. The silence in the large room grew louder to my ears at this whispered reply. This screamed that the deadliest of creature had arrived in our midst as my clan had thought me. “You have taken me by surprise, even with my gifts of precognition.” he stated slightly louder in the room. The edge of the silence finally slipped into a calmer environment. I could hear the slow breaths from Cole and Meli making me worried they had stopped breathing like I felt I had done myself. A small rumble floated around the room as Kestrel’s hand rose keep comments to a minimum. “This request may be simple thing for anyone that is not the Envoy of the Ones on High.” he concluded. He looked around the room before his eyes returned to the Thrones. What I saw on his face was showing mixed emotions I could not place by smell from him.

“Explain to us where your problems lies so we may solve it, if we can.” the Queen returned quickly as both leaned even more forward towards him. Worry had replaced the scent of fear they had been emanating previously.

“After all you have done, We would never belittle any of your needs, Lord Kestrel.” Munin supplied nearly casually. “Please tell us?” he added in a friendly tone. This oddly respectful behavior had my whiskers twitching and shivers running up my spine. It was a shock seeing Munin acting truly kingly without the typical arrogance he showed his court and people.

“My duties do not simply reside within Atlantis.” Kestrel replied slowly. Hint’s of calming notes had weaved their way into his tones once more. “They take me far and often away from these shores that is not proper for a true advisor.” he explained calmly. Minor whispered words barely audible kept the silence away from the Throne Room as the nobles suggested alternative ideas and procedures.

“But we have the Royal Guard Captains and the Council for normal daily matters.” the Queen reminded him. It was a gentle push towards him agreeing to this offered position as if it was not nearly as high as their own placement upon Atlantis.

“Aye!” Munin agreed with a hint of a smirk. “Do not feel forced to ignore your duties because We wish to have your advice over all others.” he tumbled forward with a full smile on his face. “Noble Kestrel, you are the only being that both of us and all of Atlantis trust which earn you such a lofty title.” he added with a soft chuckle forming in his throat. The queen giggled at this mirthful reaction from the King while both smiled down upon Lord Kestrel.

“If it will not conflict with my other duties, then I must accept.” he admitted slowly. The music was gone from his voice. “At least it will stop others throwing themselves at you to barely fill the Royals’ needs.” he concluded in a whisper. My purring chuckle was hidden by Lord Kestrel clearing his throat. The eruption of noise that followed was deafening but, like my team mates, we listened and watched the reactions of the nobles. Some slunk away giving Kestrel dirty looks while other moved forward to congratulate him.

“We will expect you to be present on the next morning to discuss the slaughter with possible perpetrators.” the Queen stated over the cacophony before signalling to Kestrel that he could leave. With a slow ponderous steps we moved to his side and slipped towards the exit. With on last nod to the Queen, Lord Kestrel left the room and slowly walked to the cross road leading to our residence.

“I heard that issues have arisen regarding the Ice Dragons.” Meli hazarded at this moment.

“The Council will possibly have need of me.” Cole returned shrugging. “Plus, I dislike cold terrains.” he admitted smirking at Meli. With a bow to us he started to move away. He took two steps away before turning to look at me. He signaled me to approach him. As we stood close to each other, his words and my own came out in whispers.

“I would have committed that slaughter, if Lord Kestrel asked.” he admitted to me. My purring hid his words from others hearing them.

“But not for your Council?” I returned as his hissing breath made my words invisible.

“I am not a fool.” he replied. We exchanged a nod before we both laughed and parted company. I was stilling purring gleefully in my throat nearly prancing to rejoin Kestrrel and Meli.

“He may be a snake, but I believe he is truly your viper, sir.” I remarked as they both looked at me. With Meli at Lord Kestrel’s side, I followed in their shadow purring merrily about my discovery.

“It can wait until we collect the proper gear for such an expedition.” Kestrel told Meli as we walked home. “First, I must place an Ambassador on notice.” he continued seriously. “Then you will explain your comment, young Kestrel.” he tossed back at me. News of Lord Kestrel’s new position had flown ahead of us to all of Atlantis, as we discovered upon entering our residence.

Sert stood in the foyer wearing his new armor that shone from both the mixed metals, burnished leather, and the new emblem upon his breast. It appeared real, standing out in perfect relief nearly three dimensional with the silvery piping around the Royal Seal. He held out a set of leather in the same archaic style Lord Kestrel wore bearing a golden piped Royal Emblem with the word for Advisor below it. My breath caught in my throat as I noticed upon a stand a matching set to the armor from Dia I was wearing. Beside the emblem of Queen Diadem’s kingdom sat a matching emblem of the Royal House of Atlantis. The words “Honor Guard” and “Queen’s Knight” was etched below the matching emblems. No piping touched it but the same three dimensional effect lay at a lesser quality upon the emblems and titles.

“Lady Mekilliean’s new armor is in her room presently.” Sert announced to us. He beamed with happiness at this sudden gift. “No metal in hers, but very different from the bundle of leather straps of your original.” he informed Meli with a smirk on his face. He bowed to her quickly before she waves him off. She headed to the kitchen which I presumed would be for tea and preparing our morning meal we had missed.

“Was there any issues with our guest during your walk home?” Kestrel asked Sert. He held the new armor in his one hand with a soft pleased smile on his face. His other hand reached back towards me. I did wait for his command before the scroll I still held would be placed in his hand.

“None, but Chichi warned me that today’s meals are being covered by the Royal Kitchens.” Sert answered. I moved to stand closer behind Lord Kestrel. My purring chuckle at hearing this filed the foyer. Meli’s giggled joined mine floating from the kitchen.

“Redpath?” Kestrel stated plainly. The sneer on his face was chilling as I placed the scroll in his waiting hand. “I pray the Ambassador is open-minded enough for saving his skin without wasting time.” he added bluntly. He moved toward the door to the inner garden with Sert and myself following him. He entered as we placed ourselves by the door while I listened to possible issues for us to rush in.

“Did anyone retrieve the Ambassador’s weapons?” Sert asked me softly. I reviewed the events mentally before shaking my head as answer to him. “Must remind him to do so upon his departure.” he returned with a shrug. I stiffened as my ears caught the string of curses shouted beyond the door. Sert half turned reaching to pull the door open but I held up a hand for him to stop. Silence returned and we both looked at each other with a forced chuckled.

“He has seen just learn what our Royals have not been told.” I remarked to Sert. He eyed me confused. “It appears the Royals of Ambassador Socotra’s country ordered the heinous activities.” I explained slowly. “We have no proof those orders are authentic which I why Lord Kestrel held them back.” I continued calmly. “From Socotra’s reaction, he believe they are real.” I added. A soft whistle escaped Sert as he realized why the screaming had happened. I nodded and sighed while keeping my back against the wall while listening closely for another moment of outburst. Barely an hour had passed before Meli arrived carrying a tray holding tea, cups, and plates of food.

“I will bring you each a plate with tea after serving the guest.” she informed us. We nodded but I held up my hand delaying her entry. She smiled understand my actions. My hand dropped as I nodded to her to proceed. She returned quickly. “Perfect time to bring food and tea.” she agreed with a soft giggle. I smiled before she left to return with our morning meal and heavy cups of strong tea. “Best we remain sharp until this morning discussion is completed.” she reminded us. I sniffed at the tea before looking at her with a tilted head. “Mint for Sert to help digestion and catnip to keep you calm.” she added before returning towards the foyer. I heard her heading upstairs possibly going to inspect her new armor.

I was assigned to escort the Ambassador as they exited the garden, but a surprise waited just outside our doors. A squad of Ferret Guards stood loosely waiting for the Ambassador. Quick words between Lord Kestrel and the squad leader had me still going along with them as an exercise in observing how the Ferrets performed their escort duties. We had barely changed streets when I spotted Deas coming from the Royal Kitchens dragging a small cart loaded with many noontime meals. I ignored the minor grumble from my stomach focusing on the Ambassador and the squad of Ferret Guards. Each were in pairs, one at point and one as rearguard. At random time they would flip from front to back in a perfectly timed maneuver without even looking at each other. And it was not only ferrets in this detail which included rats, mice, and even a pair of foxes. One of these foxes had fallen in step by me, who was in the opposite position of the squad leader.

“Odd armor you wear.” the female fox commented at my side.

“A gift from a close friend.” I replied calmly. A yapping bark of laughter came from her.

“Since it bears a title as noble as knight, your friend is highly positioned.” she returned. The hint of mirth and teasing in her tones was not lost on me having me purr unconsciously from her words.

“Yes, Queen Diadem is highly loved and respected by her people.” I answered softly purring. “This armor is all I have since I may never set eyes upon her again.” I added in a near whisper. It earned me a glance, a sad smile, and a slow nod of her head.

“Life always will return you to those that need you, young panther.” she stated softly and slowly. With this, she and her paired partner shifted places giving me a second fox beside me. He was barely taller than her nearly matching my height. He gave me a smile but did not speak as we finished the walk to the Ambassador’s residence. I watched the female fox speak to their squad leader before she returned to join the other fox and myself. “I request that we walk with you to your lair since our duties take us further along that path.” she told me gently.

“Fitting as vulpine do share characteristics with felines.” the male replied with a smile. The purr that came from both of them seemed natural and as cattish as my own. We did not delay with words as we turned and moved swiftly along the street back towards the place I felt was my home. Before leaving me by the wall hiding the residential garden, they stopped and turned towards me. “If you are out along the pathways of the Royal Grounds at night, you may meet another of our kin and her charge.” he warned me softly.

“She will be interested in having words with you secretly.” the vixen added before they nodded and rushed away.

Redpath's Journals: It Is Easy to be a House Cat (17)

I will not reveal much of my actions within the shadows of Atlantis, but I must admit that the Royal Archivist does keep a very well organized library. It made it easier to collect a copy of the memories from both the Royal and Council Guardsmen to supplement the documents I acquired from multiple sources around Atlantis. The most damnable documents would be the decree from a foreign kingdom bearing their royal emblem and missives from this kingdom and the Royal Advisor himself. I may have feign my inability to read but I knew what those two main documents revealed.

Orders, that had been agreed to by the traitor ship captain and royals, to kidnap younger Atlantians was a heinous act akin to declaring war upon Atlantis. The Royal Advisor Coltæn agreed to all this assuring he would make these missing youth appear as they had ran away from their duties to Atlantis. With this simple assurance, it turned all the kidnapped youth into traitors to Atlantis which would be killed upon their return to Atlantis silencing any suspicions of such a dark plot. The betrayal to Atlantis from the man who advised the Royals was repugnant to me as much as I knew it would be to the man I served.

A very odd thought entered my mind at this moment leading my silent fleet padded feet towards the member that was looked down upon within our household. It may have been my instincts but it felt more than this as I passed by the Council sector. I found Cole just outside the Council chambers by the pathway along one of the many dolphin pools. I could hear him grumbling under his breath as he held an open scroll in his hands. It soundless crept up behind him reading the report he held.

“Best they are never allowed to leave the harbor again, yes?” I remarked. He jumped and spun at me with a dagger already in his hand. My hand had his wrist in a tight grip as I purred at him. “No need to stab the House Cat.” I purred as his eyes focused on me standing there.

“And his name-sake appears again.” he replied relaxing visibly. “It is beneath you as part of the Royal Guards bloodline to get your claws dirty with this.” he continued calmer but still annoyed. The dagger had return to its hip sheath soundlessly. I tilted my head while looking into his eyes as words from Lord Kestrel floated through my mind regarding my strengths. “What is it?” he snapped at my silence.

“It is not something you should be involved in as well by being part of Lord Kestrel’s household.” I informed him. I reached out and plucked the scroll from his hand. “I will allow Lord Kestrel to direct this mission to more bloodied hands.” I told him with a smirk. “It will be dealt with without either of us reeking of blood, alright?” I added softly. My head tilted in the other direction waiting for him to allow this to happen. His eyebrow raised slowly as he inspected me noticing the blackened leather armor I wore being Sert’s old suit when Kestrel had first arrived upon Atlantis.

“Why do you think this is a job I do not relish doing?” he ask slowly.

“Because we do not need to nor is it something I see your heart accepting easily.” I returned purring calmly. I straighten my head and stood at my full height. I bowed to him and was gone into the shadows before he could react. I already suspected that this newly acquired document would be handed to Chilörąn but that would be Lord Kestrel decision and not mine. As I scrambled up and along the top of the wall that kept our training ground separated from prying eyes of Atlantis, I heard the thunderous cracking of the test dummy being destroyed. Lord Kestrel wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand as my feet touched down on the ground by a bench which held a clean towel. I snagged the towel and walked forward to stand before him with the towel held out to him.

“What do you have to report?” he asked in a soft voice. He placed a towel over his head hiding his face as he crouched by me. I revealed all that I had discovered including Cole’s undignified order from the Council. I laced my words with purrs, yowls, and softer meows allowing only Kestrel to know what I said. He smiled soundlessly as I reported. “Well done!” he exclaimed. “This will help me protect Atlantis.” he concluded as I smiled back at him.

“Will Coltæn receive his due justice?” I asked in a soft purr. I also held up the scroll acquired from Cole. “To the kitchens?” I suggested without emotions.

“Yes, and the dolphins will want words with him about these ideas.” he answered stony face and in blank tones. “His boat of cohorts will know a chef’s vengeance long before dawn finds them.” he stated with a hint of a feral grin. I allowed my feline beast to surface matching his grin, showing my fanged teeth, as I nodded back to him. I knew why I followed this man. Though violent, his actions were pure and honorable compared to the treasonous behavior of an Atlantian Royal Advisor.

“You will have a new sturdier practice dummy before next nightfall.” I returned softly. “I will inform the armory this night, sir.” I told him as I was stepping back into the shadows. He was the only being that would have heard my scurrying steps up, along, and down the wall back to the streets as I left him. It was a quick trip to the Royal Kitchen finding Chichi waving goodnight to one of the ambassador’s family at the kitchen door. My sigh drew his attention to me as I silently approached. He tilted his head to one side with a confused look on his face. I held out the scroll I had confiscated from Cole.

“A problem that Lord Kestrel cannot directly deal with.” I said in a soft purr. He took the scroll and read it quietly. His smile grew as the smell of alcohol burned off his body. I gave him one last nod before continuing my path to the Royal Armory as twilight turned into night upon Atlantis. I did not hide my presence as I followed the dim lit road to quickly order a new training dummy for Lord Kestrel.

“I see a sneaky kitten that gained foreign armor.” the head of the armory greeted me. “You are not wearing the armor you’ve earned Redpath clansmen?” he ask tsk’ing me with his tongue clicks.

“It is knightly armor from a Queen that is close to my heart.” I replied softly. “Something I will wear once Lord Kestrel allows it and during special moments upon Atlantis.” I told him. He eyed me closely with his arms crossed at his chest. “I only wear this one to show my allegiances to Lord Kestrel.” I stated under his scrutiny. “I am actually here because Lord Kestrel’s practice dummy has been destroyed and a new more sturdier version will be required.” I informed him standing slightly subdued under his gaze.

“I can have one sent tomorrow to replace the broken one.” he answered slowly.

“That is perfectly acceptable.” I returned with a quick fluid bow. “I will request to use my new armor more often if you would like to have a view of it, sir.” I added politely. I did not exactly consider it proper to wear knightly armor from a foreign land while on Atlantis but he seemed driven to have me donning my gifted armor. We parted company as I considered where to go now that my duties were done for tonight. I could visit the harbor and watch the events, shadow Lord Kestrel to watch him dealing with the traitor, or simply return home to guard the house while he is it out.

I decide to slowly drift by the harbor and return along the pathway Coltæn would be taking to reach the ship. I did discover passing by the harbor a scene that made me change my mind rather quickly. Chichi stood by the sandy shore disrobing and neatly folding his kitchen whites including his apron before wading into the water with only a pair of butcher’s cleavers in his hand. I froze in the shadow and watched as the first strangle scream floated from the ship. One sailor tried to escape but a harsh slash hooked into his back to drag him backward into the ship. The sounds of screams and strikes of the cleaver seemed dulled in the air that barely reached my ears until it all became silent once more.

Chichi suddenly reappeared from the shadows upon the deck of the ship. As he moves into the moonlight, the liquid sheen of blood coating his body was easily visible. He dove into the water of the harbor barely making ripples or a splash. As he raised in the water closer to the shore, I watched as her washed off the blood before returning to collect his still clean white clothing. He took one of the butcher’s cleavers and ran it along his apron leaving a single trail of watery blood upon the mildly blood marked surface. I was barely breathing as the little chef looked around and his eyes meet mine. He smiled and gave me a quick wink before slowly walking away whistling an off tuned melody heading back to the Royal Kitchens. I shuddered and continued along my path heading home.

My eyes fell upon another scene of oddness upon Atlantis as I waked by the dolphin pool to see the remains of Coltæn ripped apart floating in an empty pool darkened by his blood. I paused for a moment to enjoy the vengeance placed upon this traitor to his own people while a foreigner sits in a position to save all the people of Atlantis. As I turned to walk away, I notice the bottle sitting upon the marble edge of the pool. I sneaked over to sniff at the half fill bottle. The smell of blood, strong wine, and herbs touched my nose as my mind reminded the breath Meli had after her time in the kitchen with Chichi while Lord Kestrel dispatched the sanity of a single treacherous fairy. I chuckled under my breath before stepping away with a satisfied smirk. Our home was silent and dark as I arrived using the stealthy path to enter and curl up in a tree in our inner garden.

“Redpath! Full proper armor today!” Sert called from the entrance to the garden. “We appear as a fully retinue with Lord Kestrel in the Royal Court.” he added before rushing out. I spotted that he had places my knightly armor inside the edge of the private garden. I quickly slipped out of my simple leathers to quickly strap on armor that felt as perfect as my furry skin. I stood tall and straight as I joined them in the foyer to be escorted to the Royal Throne room. This was the moment I would be seen as a true part of Lord Kestrel’s retinue and household and seen by all within the Atlantis. I had but one worry if the Holy Queen noticed another Queen’s emblem upon my heart.

I walked between Sert and Meli with Cole behind me as we followed Lord Kestrel into the throne room directly to stand before the Holy Queen’s dais. Whispers about the Usurper Queen’s curse floated around the room with comments of the evil actions that happened overnight in Atlantis. Kestrel bowed in proper flowing Atlantian fashion remaining in this servile position. As a team, we mimicked his bow in unison remained bent low before the Queen of Atlantis. King Munin’s absent was ignored as we showed our reverence to Annianka, the Heart and Queen of us all.

“Rise Lord Kestrel.” she called from her throne. “A dark deed has occurred and We, the Throne, requires your advice and assistance.” she stated clearly and loudly into the room. Slowly Kestrel rose to his feet showing his full height while we four remained in place like statues behind him.

“What could have occurred for your Holy Highness to call upon a lowly Envoy, such as myself?” he asked humbly to her. The strangled gasping hiss from the crowd had us ready to rise but held our position of servile behavior. Kestrel shoulder slumped slightly as he began pacing along the space before the twin dais of the Queen and King. “Your Royal Advisor, Coltæn, being found shredded in a dolphin pool along the pathway to the harbor?” he mused out loud. He did not hide the destination the traitor was trying to reach. “Or the boat full of foreigners butchered in that same harbor?” he continued his teasing. He aligned his step with his words to end up standing before the Holy Queen. “Which of these deeds that rarely happen upon Atlantis do you speak of, your Majesty.” he concluded. He stood facing her Holy Highness waiting as the room exploded around him while we held our positions.

The court gasped and shouted accusations at Lord Kestrel directly. He stood looking at the Queen ignoring their words as we did the same but I noted those that spoke the loudest and defamed my Lord the loudest. I slight signal from his hand had us finally standing in our triangular position with me at the center behind him. I could hear both Meli and Sert grinding their teeth by the insult leveled toward Lord Kestrel. A small series of pops behind me told me that the straps holding back Cole’s daggers had been snapped off for easy access. I stood in perfect parade stance with barely the hint of a growl deep in my throat. I would have my action as Lord Kestrel had decided before we arrived here and why I stood in this protective triangle.

“Your gift of visions serves you well, Lord Kestrel.” Queen Annianka bellowed in the room. The disgruntled words choked in their throat as the complaints turned into milder grumbling in the background. “A nearly empty bottle of strong liquor laced with Dragon’s Blood found by the dolphin pool explains our Advisor’s demise at the hands, per say, of the dolphins he must have tried to violate in his stupor.” she announced to the room. This statement gained perfect silence in the Throne Room and caused a scent of fear to waft around us.

A pair of events ruptured this stunned stalemate nearly at the same moment. Ambassador Socotra’s entrance and the King’s undignified arrival. The Ambassador screamed for justice for his sailors while the King dropped into his seat wearing a perfumed reeking night robe hanging still mostly open. The miasma of the perfume and sex nearly made me choke but I held my place. The commotion of both actions had the room filling with comments that barely remained as whispered buzzing. Lord Kestrel side-steps as the Ambassador strode to the dais targeting the queen. His feet barely reached the first step when crossed spears forced him back. With a grumbled slur, he turned to repeat this actions towards King Munin. I cannot be sure if my arrow or his concubine’s bolt was targeted at Socotra first but his head was mine while the King’s toy had his heart targeted. No one else had moved to protect King Munin which was not a surprise to me knowing the Royal Guards held Lord Kestrel in higher standing than the King.

“Do your Guards believe me more of a threat to your Queen than to yourself, King Munin?” Socotra asked arrogantly. His face was red from the anger of having his countrymen slaughter in the harbor. All his weapons shivered before they jumped away from him to land by Lord Kestrel’s feet.

“No.” he told the Ambassador. “The Royal Guards do not wish you to be utterly destroyed by the Holy Queen for your childish arrogance.” he remarked in a deep toned calm shout. “As for the King being threatened by you.” he added. The derisive chuckle had the Ambassador turning more fully to look at Lord Kestrel. “You had no chance of that before dying badly.” he added. He signaled towards me and the concubine with that chuckle still rolling around the room. Socotra glanced passed Kestrel to see me targeting his head with a bow and arrow that had, to those present, appeared from nowhere. His eyes shifted toward the King’s Throne to spot his concubine holding a hand crossbow leveled at his chest from the corner. The King grinned like a fool as he stood to shove the Ambassador back never knowing how well protected he actually was with only two projectiles.

“Stay in line or We will make you leave, underling.” Munin threatened him. He plopped back upon his Throne with a sneering grin as if he was untouchable by mortal bloodlines. As my bow lowered, my eyes meet the King’s concubine’s eyes. Her hand lowered at the same speed my bow did while the corner of her mouth had risen in a half smile. Our weapons sat aiming at the ground when she nodded to me with the hint of a blush showing on her face. I turned to see the Queen on her Throne glaring towards Munin openly.

“Well said, Your Highness.” Kestrel returned calmly. “But a lost village can attest to never underestimate your Holy wife’s ability to protect herself and those faithful to her.” he warned the King openly and plainly. The Queen’s glare touched Kestrel for but a moment before turning back to her supposed King. “As for the slaughter in the harbor.” he hesitantly hazarded to the room. “These documents may clarify unknown information about the ship, crew, and its captain that would have lead to such a slaughter occurring.” he explained slowly. I stepped forward to deposit the many scrolls, correspondence, and copies of the memory crystals upon the lowest step of the Queen’s dais between both Royals. I easily stepped backward to regain my place safely within the triangle. I could feel the Ambassador’s eyes following my every moves. Sert and Meli moved to be closer to my sides while I heard the step of Cole moving to guard my back. I stood without hiding the fact I bore another Queen’s emblem at my breast while acting as the perfect servant to Lord Kestrel and the Holy Queen.

“What of the captain and crew?” Socotra asked in a calmer tone. He ignored his weapons scattered between Kestrel’s feet and the Queen’s dais. The Holy Queen leafed through the evidence while one last scroll remained in my possession. She slowly passed them to the King floating them upon air currents directly to his hands. Her face betrayed no emotions remain calm and regal as the level of this dark plot was fully exposed to her. King Munin reaction was the opposite as his face filled with rage and redness as his grip whitened on the scrolls in his hand.

“Will Ambassador Socotra explain the actions of his countrymen upon Atlantian shores!” he bellowed with the hint of a growl at the ambassador. He tossed the first of many scrolls at the man as he stood. “And will our noble and trusted Envoy explain how he discovered of these deeds!” he stated without looking away from the Ambassador. His glare was easily as vicious as the most terrifying beast at this moment as he rose to his full height. I was at the Ambassador’s elbow, gently guiding him a step back allowing Sert, Meli, and Cole to reform a triangle around him. This action had the two purpose of keeping him from running and protecting him from the King’s rage.

“Best I explain first Your Majesties as the Ambassador discovers things he is ignorant about.” Lord Kestrel stated calmly. He stepped to turn our protective triangle into a diamond with him standing before the King. “In part, my information was gleaned from my gift of seeing events without being present.” he explained softly. I heard the musical undertones that slipped into his voice vaguely reminding me of Lord Death’s voice with a slightly higher timber.

“A very useful talent indeed.” the King returned calming. The focus of the entire court had shifted from the Ambassador to all focusing upon Lord Kestrel. Munin’s color shifted slowly back to normal as he now dealt directly with Kestrel.

“From this I sent my newest retainer, and name-sake, to investigate and retrieve proof of my visions.” Lords Kestrel stated slowly at a measured pace. The thrills of notes hidden in his voice had everyone returning into a calmer state. “The rumors would easily be dismissed as hearsay by any noble Ambassadors who trusts his people.” he continued removing some of the blame from Socotra’s shoulders. “While I was able to gain assistance from both divisions of Guards to gain these documents shown to both of you.” he explained indirectly what had happened. “Between young Kestrel of the Redpath clan and the Royal Archivists, I was able to match these events with the combined reports, found upon the memory crystals, from the noble Guards of Atlantis.” he clarified to them. It was now clear how the sheer volume of information had been made possible for the Royals and their court to review. “But I can shed no light regarding the slaughter other than calling it Atlantian justice at work.” he concluded with a flourish of a bow. Everything seem to freeze in that instant as all this information was being fully understood by all present within the Throne Room.

Kestrel's Journals: A Day At Home With Friends (16)

“I heard that issues have arisen regarding the Ice Dragons.” Meli suggested as we reached the roadway to head homeward.

“The Council will possibly have need of me.” Cole interjected with a shrug. “Plus, I have never truly liked cold terrains.” he admitted with a smirk. This moment of admittance to his preferences showed his pleasure and his employers’ pleasure of myself and my newly acquired position as the Throne’s Ear. He stopped to bow at us before going to report to the Council of all this extra information. He stopped barely a few steps away before turning and motioning young Kestrel to him. Purrs and whispered hissing was exchanged before they both laughed and Cole finally departed with a skip in his step.

“He may be a snake of a person but I believe he is fully your viper, Lord Kestrel.” the feline told us while still purring merrily. We continued along the pathway, Meli at my side and Redpath shadowing our steps.

“It can wait a few days while we collect the proper gear for such an expedition.” I replied to Meli. “First to place an Ambassador on notice.” I announced business like. “Then you will explain your comment, young Kestrel.” I tossed back to him. As we arrived home, we discovered how quickly word of my new position had traveled through Atlantis.

Sert stood already wearing his new armor which blended advanced metallurgical and the finest leather available only in Atlantis. The deeply etched emblem of the Royal House of Atlantis and the moniker of Honor Guard shined upon his heart from the silver piping making the design a false three-dimensional image. He held out my new suit of armor in the same original ancient leather style with the hidden Atlantian mixed metal ribbing. The Royal House Emblem and Royal Advisor title were lined in golden piping with the same mystical realistic illusion of three-dimensions. Upon a nearby armor stand sat a new version young Kestrel’s knightly armor gifted to him by Dia reformed into a newly made Atlantian mimic. It was bearing not only his knightly allegiance to Queen Diadem but also had a plainer version of the signet at Sert’s breast side by side over his heart.

“Lady Mekiliean, new armor is in her room presently.” Sert announced to us. “No metal but very different from your original armor, Meli.” he concluded with a quick bow towards her. She waved it off moving toward the kitchen knowing we had a guest that would require a good tea and food.

“Was there any issues with our guest during the walk here?” I asked calmly. I ran my fingertips over the leather of my new armor with one hand while my other hand openly reached out towards young Redpath.

None, but Chichi warned me that today’s meals are being covered by the Royal Kitchens.” he returned while Redpath purring chuckle filled the room. I could hear Meli giggling in the kitchen while Sert chuckled like our feline household member. I sighed but said nothing realizing some of them had already deduced that Chichi had been part of the other violent action of last night.

“Redpath?” I stated with a small sneer on my face. A scroll that had not been presented to the Throne appeared in his padded hand to be placed in mine. “I pray the Ambassador is open-minded or saving his skin was a waste of our time.” I added bluntly. I moved towards the inner garden room. Young Kestrel and Sert stood guard over the door. I knew the feline would keep an ear to anything that would signal that I needed assistance from my Honor Guards.

Keeping the silence entering the room, I placed the scroll in Ambassador Socotra’s hands. He glanced at me but I simply sat silently watching him as the most damnable information only existed in his hands. He slowly unrolled the scroll to read the Royal Decree bearing the royal coat of arms of his own Kingdom. He glanced up at me before re-reading the missive slower and more intensely. His still pale color shifted to a deeper and darker shade of red while anger and disgust filled his eyes. I could feel this building rage for his own Royal house. He examined every inch of this scroll to see anything that would let him know it was false but it was in vain. This was truly a command from his country’s Throne making it an insulting mess to his sense of honor. Now I knew he was a true ally to Atlantis.

“Your opinions?” I asked calmly. The answer was a string of swears to make a sailor shocked into silence. I waited not even smiling as he released all the anger and hatred this Royal Decree caused him. I only smiled sadly at him as he finally stopped and slowly regained his composure.

“I cannot believe his Highness would order the kidnapping of Atlantians as slaves, nor stealing technology that will eventually fail us by running out of power.” he finally stated, breathing hard. “But I will look into this event and fix it.” he continued starting to look more relaxed and focused.

“Please keep me informed since what they were stealing was not only labor and technology but this island’s honor and youth.” I returned calmly.

“Tell me who to report to if you are not present, Lord Kestrel.” he retorted with his grin becoming vicious. “If my King is guilty, his head will be yours even if I must collect it myself.” he concluded. Righteous rage had him standing ready to slaughter anything preventing him returning honor to his kingdom’s name.

“Please sit and relax, we have matters of lesser anger to discuss.” I remarked casually. I motion him to his bench with a wave of my hand. “Many trades could help you discover the viper in your midst.” I added in more friendly manner. Meli’s perfect timing held strong as upon this moment she entered with tea and food for both of us. She placed his tea beside him on the bench with a plate of light snacks while collecting the scroll. She floated to place my cup and my missed morning meal beside me with the scroll on my bench. She stepped back to curtsy at both of us before turning on her heels and exiting the garden in perfect silence. “As for contact, any of my household, other than Colêsträ, would be acceptable.” I informed him. “Also, the Royal Kitchen man, Chilörąn.” I added.

“That Chinese criminal pretending to be a cook?” he asked a little aghast.

“Yes, Chichi.” I returned plainly. “The one your sister seems very fond of.” I commented with a half smile. The Ambassador’s eyed me for a moment to see if I spoke truthfully to him. He slowly chuckled as it became clear in his mind.

“Now I have more faith in Chichi with what my sister has told me of her mysterious lover.” he affirmed looking much more relaxed. “As for trades, other than rare metals, nothing would endear me with my Royals to allow me to see them truthfully.” he concluded softly.

“Damascus has a sizable stockpile of iron, gold, cooper, plus many unknown metals that may prove useful to your country with Atlantian conversion techniques.” I replied after a moment of thought. “I believe produce and some manufactured goods may be enough to seal a deal with them.” I surmised pensively.

“Can you make the introductions so I may start on this immediately.” he said cheering up.

“My time is limited but I can arrange an invitation to a tea time meeting of Lady Mekiliean within a few days.” I replied easily. “But for now, have some tea and food as the tension of this morning dissipates.” I advised him. We sat idly chatting while sipping and eating while the morning is wasted away. As the Ambassador left just before the noontime meal, I assigned young Kestrel to watch over him which was not required as a small group of Ferret Guards waited to assure him a safe trip to his residence. I left Redpath to still go with the Ferrets as a chance for him to witness how the Ferret Guards worked together. I returned to the garden to ponder the possible trip to investigate the Ice Dragons issue as another mission entered my mind. Another millennium was nearly coming to a close requiring me to reinforce a seal within the far southern lands were many ice fields where the Ice Dragons lived. It was a personal task I had placed upon my own shoulders since I was the one that created it in the first place. It held a vile creature from trying to consume this world whole but it had also blocked any hope for beings that could be helpful trapped away as well.

Deas arrived with the meals to hold the household nourished until the congratulation banquet Chichi had planned for them that evening. Unlike the normal noontime fare of nuts and fruits, this meal consisted of oriental delicacies, rice balls, and small warmed bottles a sake with the proper number of glasses. A sniff told me this was sake from Chichi’s private reserve meaning it was strong but very tasty. An origami dragon carried Brother Famine’s report to me making sure it was sitting upon my platter. The other’s joined me in the garden to share in this noontime meal as a family. It also gave us a chant to speak securely together without worrying about Deas presence.

“With Flower gone, Redpath has a chance to have a meal with us without being hidden away.” Ser commented. This earned him grimace from Meli.

“Once he returns from his escort duty.” I remarked calmly. The words had barely left my mouth when a shadow flitted from above us landing by Meli’s bench. He gave me a quick salute as he sat beside her. He did glance at Deas before looking at me. I sensed his unasked question.

“Chichi did add a glass for you Deas, so please join us.” I stated. I created a stone bench for him as I motioned him forward. “I truly doubt he would want you starving on such a day.” I added with a chuckle. Since he did not move, I mentally commanded him to come sit and relax. Deas jumped slightly at the touch of my mental gifts but did finally move to take his place on the Bench between my perch and Sert’s bench. He sat quietly barely looking at any of us as we casually spoke.

“You don’t speak much.” Repath commented. He scurried over with a plate and glass for him. “Just sip it slowly like wine and it should not affect you as much especially if you are eating as well.” he explained slowly to Deas before returning to his seat by Meli. And with this simple actions, Deas calmed down but still silently listened while we spoke.

“When are we escaping Cole and Royal duties, oh great Royal Advisor?” Meli asked with a soft giggle.

“I’m surprised you did not call him Flower this time.” Sert remarked with a smirk.

“Need you two start this again?” I retorted calmly. “We have the issues with the Ice Dragons once you explain what is supposedly happening, Meli.” I told her. “Cole will leave us alone since he dislikes the cold temperature.” I added before she could reply.

“Word from the village’s headman reports passive Ice Dragons have been attacking the village and surrounding area.” she informed us quickly. “With no injuries noted, it appears as an oddity to the headman and the villagers.” she added. I nodded my agreement to this oddness.

“Visiting this village will also give me a chance to verify a small personal matter in that area.” I returned easily. For them, this was my agreement to dealing with the Ice Dragon mystery.

“A personal matter?” Sert and Meli asked in unison.

“Yes.” I interjected with a sigh. “I must check on a sealed gate.” I explained. “You may accompany me part of the way but this is a duty that only I can accomplish.” I told them. “Royal duties should be dealt with tomorrow morning, allowing us to depart within a day or two.” I concluded slowly.

“Have you recovered enough for this?” young Kestrel asked in a purring whisper. All eyes turned to me with a hint of worry in them. I smile brightly, nodding to them.

“I will be fully recovered from my mistake in that village before we leave again.” I assured them. A wave of relief came from Meli and Sert but young Kestrel seemed untouched by my assurance. The rest of the hour was based mostly on the required gear for this trip into the mostly frozen lands to the south. I did give young Kestrel orders to remain upon Atlantis this time to keep tabs on everything happening while we were away. After the jovial meal much enhance by the fine sake, they withdrew allowing me to read the report from Chichi. It did not alter my emotional state much as I crumpled and burned his origami dragon when none could see it. With a sigh, I raised to me feet and decided to tour Atlantis. I needed the people to know the new Royal Advisor was approachable and open to Atlantis as much as I formerly was.

The evening meal was taken in our dining hall with my full retinue together and present. Though the meal was exquisitely prepared and offered a large variety of dishes, it seem calmer than a celebratory supper within my household. Friendly but derisive barbs were traded between Meli and Cole while neither truly became angry, only mildly annoyed. Cole did seem surprised by Redpath’s presence at our table but did not voice any objections as the feline ate with cutlery and proper polite dignity. Sert and him did banter mildly about chances to train together which seemed but a facade. I already knew my two warriors had been sparring with each other in secret for a while now. I had sensed the feline as a shadow everywhere I was upon Atlantis since my return and had accepted his presence without saying anything outright. The meal completed and the plates removed as we remained speaking softly before going to bed.

The morning found me slowly climbing down the stairs from the second floor bedrooms directly into the foyer. An annoyed Miss Hope waited to personally escort me to Her Holy Highness. I did not need to look into her mind to feel the waves of annoyance erupting from her. She was an Elite Honor Guard having been sent as a messenger and escort instead of watching over Annianka. I bore the new armor showing my status to the Throne of Atlantis gaining myself a less cold glare.

“Miss Hope.” I greeted her with a nod of my head. “Best we hurry to serve Annianka.” I added in a soft whisper to her. This gained me a momentary icy gaze followed by a quick salute. We left rushing back towards the Queen’s private garden area in perfect silence. She ushered me into the garden ahead of her as a trio of Royal Guards moved to keep any from following us. Her footfalls disappeared as I reached the main pathway leading to the center of the Annianka’s private garden. I felt her chaotic mix of emotions long before seeing her sitting on the grass with her knees at her chest.

“Yes dear, Chichi played upon a ship at the docks two nights ago.” I stated bluntly and honestly to her, She glanced up at me with a shy expression that hide the tumultuous emotions coming off of her. I could not speak seeing her eyes in that moment of hesitation staring at me. The moment past as she raised to her feet launching herself in my arms with a kiss filled with yearning and passion.

“I need you.” she whispered. She clung to me eyes glowing with needs she wanted to make flesh. I returned the kiss with the same deep passion. The rest of the morning and part of the afternoon was spent in the same lovers’ tryst we had before my impromptu departure from Atlantis for a decade or more. As we lay spent, she twisted to one elbow to look into my eyes. I had not seen her face looking this radiant since before she had revealed her forced marriage. “I know you need to help the Ice Dragons.” she stated in a soft nearly childish voice. “Go make Atlantis proud.” she added with another soft kiss upon my lips.

And with that last kiss, we dressed and I left to return to my residence alone. I informed my team that the Holy Queen had ordered I deal with the Ice Dragons immediately opening our pathway to escape from Cole’s spying. Young Kestrel assured me he would keep a very close view upon our viper to make sure he bites the right targets. It earned a chuckle from Sert and myself while Meli just glared at him.

“He will be fine.” I told her as we marched toward the harbor once more. Heavy furs and cold resistant clothing had been sent ahead of us to the Herald which had arrived that morning and already resupplied itself for this new trip. We set sail shortly after our arrival upon the deck. In barely an hour from departing Annianka’s side, we set sail towards the southern reaches of the outer world.