Author: Derek

Promise to the Magic Heart – Chapter 22

Hear the words of the ecclesiasts who proclaim that love is the greatest blessing bestowed upon us by the Goddess. And indeed, it may be so. Yet, let us not be blind to the full nature of Her gift, for it is not a blessing purely benevolent. Consider, if you will, love as a sword—crafted for both defense and destruction. Love, in its divine essence, has the power to fortify the soul or to strike it down with grievous force. As we cast our gaze upon the annals of history, we discern manifold instances where love has ushered forth both glorious triumphs and heart-wrenching tragedies. Thus, we are not called to be skeptics of love, but rather to behold it in all its profound complexity. Only by recognizing the perils entwined with love can we truly extol its virtues. By understanding that love may cast us into despair, we can more fervently rejoice when it elevates our spirits, when it transforms us into better beings than we were before love graced our lives. For in acknowledging the danger, we find the strength to cherish the goodness of love, and in doing so, we honor the Goddess who bestowed it upon us. Let us therefore embrace love with hearts open and eyes unclouded, ever mindful of its dual nature, that we may revel in its blessings and stand firm against its trials. Thus, shall we fulfill the divine purpose and ascend in virtue, as befits the children of the Goddess. – Ecclesiast Callus Gai, an excerpt from his sermon “Meditations on the Blessing of the Goddess”

RIN

Rin trudged into Eldar’s Court well past nightfall. Kurt was waiting for him with that familiar reproachful look. Rin half-expected the dwarf to have his belongings and a lecture waiting for him. Instead, Kurt handed Rin a mug of ale.

“How much trouble am I in?” Rin asked. Kurt chuckled.

“A bit,” Kurt answered, “How did your hunting go?”

“The Purists had a stronger guard out than we expected. Major Agnelli ordered us back before they knew we were there,” Rin answered. “I didn’t even get to kill any of them. A couple of the others managed to take down a few Purists skulking around in the outskirts. Better hunting tomorrow.” Rin gulped down the ale.

“I know you’re disappointed, but I’m glad you the major pulled you back,” Kurt said.

“How did Illana’s speech to the volunteers go?” Rin asked cautiously.

“Better than expected,” Kurt said, “I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised. The girl has years of experience in getting people to do what she wants. She just needed to learn which levers to pull with the volunteers. Most of them were ready to charge out against the Purists by the time she was done. We even managed to sign up another few hundred volunteers.” Kurt took the empty mug from Rin and set it on the ground. Then, he grabbed his foster son in a powerful embrace.

“I love you son,” Kurt said.

“Love you too, you old dwarf,” Rin said. He looked up the stairs. “I guess I should get up there.” Kurt laid a restraining hand on Rin.

“Rin, Illana’s a strong girl, but she’s also fragile in many ways,” Kurt said, “If she comes on strong, don’t try to match her. It’d be like two hammers hitting each other.” Rin nodded and made his way back up to the Imperial Quarters.

Illana was sitting on the bed when he walked into the consort’s chambers. Her expression was regally neutral, but her eyes were red and her makeup destroyed. Rin carefully undid his weapons belt and laid it on the writing desk. The advice from Morelli and Kurt was swirling in his head as he walked up to the Imperial Quarters. He wasn’t sure what he was going to say. He was terrified he was going to say the wrong thing. He reached out for their link and found it full of fear and anger.

“Are you going to leave me again as soon as you capture Shafford?” Illana asked when he turned around.

“That’s not up to me,” Rin admitted, “If the major orders me to take Shafford back to Marei, then yes, I will have to leave again.”

“Why? Why would you do that to us?”

“It’s my duty.”

“Am I less than your duty?” Illana screamed, launching to her feet. Rin felt his own anger rise, but he bit back his retort. There was so much fear in their connection. From both of them. He took a deep breath. He thought back on Kurt’s advice not to meet her anger. Rin took a calming breath and tried a different tack.

“Did you know my paternal grandmother tried to have me killed less than a day after I returned to the Republic?” Rin asked. Illana blinked at the apparent non sequitur.

“Your grandmother tried to kill you?”

“Not with her own hands. She ordered her retainers to kill me.” Illana looked horrified at the idea. Rin guided her back to the bed and laid down next to her. The fear and anger were lessened in their connection.

“Why would your own grandmother want to murder you?” Illana asked. “She’d never even set eyes on you until then.” Rin gave Illana a sad smile.

“When I returned to Marei, I went to my paternal family home. I thought they would take me in. I was so hurt from being told I wasn’t wanted in the Empire, I guess I was looking for someone to help fill that gaping hole.”

“You will tell me who told you that you weren’t wanted here,” Illana said.

“I will, but not now. Right now, let me finish this story.” Illana nodded, but Rin could see in her eyes and through their connection she would not let the matter drop so easily.

“My grandmother’s staff let me in the house. I was so nervous when they told me my grandmother would come down to meet me. They knew exactly who I was. I took that as a sign that I would be accepted. Then she came into the salon. Looking back, my instincts were telling me something was wrong, but I didn’t listen to them. I let my hope drown out the warnings. So, my grandmother sat down and fixed me with a very cold stare. She asked me who I was. That cold and aloof manner shattered she heard my name. She railed at me for being named after ‘that whore’s father.’ She berated me for being the spawn of an ungrateful son who had the gall to die in some far off land instead of returning to the family. Preferably without that ‘gold-digging, whore of a wife.’ As she spouted this, I just sat there. I didn’t know what to do. Maybe if I knew more about how Mariean Great Families worked, it would have turned out differently.”

“What do you mean? What could you have done?”

“I could have calmed her down if I denounced my father for going against her and begged for her forgiveness. Looking back, I realized her senior guardsman and her butler were subtly telling me to do that.”

“Why would you have to beg forgiveness? You were just a child when they died.”

“Yes, but among the Great Families, the sins of the father pass down to the son. If I did what I could to atone, maybe she would have accepted me. I don’t know. I was young, hurt, hungry, and completely oblivious to how Mariean servants subtly hint about proper etiquette. Instead, I treated her like I did every elf lord who berated me for being human. I looked her straight in the eye and thanked her for showing me why my father would rather die in a foreign land with my mother than spend a second in this house with her.”

“That was enough to make her want to kill you?”

“It might have been, but what set her off was when I commented that I should really learn about this Protector she kept swearing to because I’d never heard that He told his people to be so petty and vindictive as she was being. Unless, of course, she was hoping her god would somehow make her heart grow back. Apparently, questioning her faith was pushing just a bit too far. She declared vendetta and ordered her guards to kill me.”

“How did you survive?” Illana asked.

“They expected me to be like my father. I don’t know a lot about my father, but from the little I do know, he wasn’t a fighter. He was a merchant. He learned just enough sword work to fit into polite company among the Great Families. Which wouldn’t be anywhere as good as trained guards.”

“And you were Rin Acciaio,” Illana said. “One of the Heroes of the Empire.”

“Less Hero and more student of Marteen the Scythe,” Rin said. “He always taught me to readily accept reality when violence was at hand. I didn’t know what vendetta was at that time, but I know what to do when people are trying to kill me. I put Marteen’s lessons to good use, took down the closest guard, grabbed his sword, and cut my way out of that house. As I was fleeing the surviving guards, I ran into a friend of my mother. He heard I returned and came looking for me before I ran into my grandmother. He showed up just in time to put the fear of the Protector into the guards still chasing me. He was able to do that because he wore one of these gold stars.” Rin tapped the star on the breast of his tunic.

“Before the end of the day, I was recruited into the rangers,” Rin finished. He looked deep into Illana’s pale blue eyes. They were filled with tears.

“So, you lost your human family after losing your family here,” Illana said.

“No, that’s not what I was trying to say. That woman is not my family. The rangers are my family. The rangers gave me a home when, as far as I knew, everyone else I loved deserted or betrayed me. They let me be my own man. I don’t know if I can explain how precious that is to me. I wasn’t promoted to sergeant because of what some prophecy said or because of whose blood I shared. I was a sergeant because I proved I was capable enough to perform the duties of the rank. The rangers earned my loyalty to them, and I can’t turn my back on my duty to them. I will not break faith with them.”

“So where does that leave me in your life?” Illana asked in a small voice.

“Right here,” Rin said, pointing at his heart.

“Then, why would you leave?” Illana asked. Rin was quiet for a moment. She was almost there. He could see it in her eyes.

“Illana, what would you do if I asked you to leave Lisandra right now? To go with me back to the Republic? To be my wife on a farm deep in the steppe where no one would know us?” Rin asked. Illana sucked in her breath as her eyes grew wide.

“Are you asking me?” Illana said in a very quiet and nervous voice. Rin waited a long moment before answering. He wanted to give one answer, but he knew he needed to give the other.

“No,” Rin answered. Their connection flooded with both relief and disappointment.

“As much as I want to ask you to do that right now, I wouldn’t put you in that position,” Rin said.

“Thank you,” Illana whispered, “I didn’t realize how tempting the thought could be until you said it. However, since you turned back up and cleared out so much of the anger inside me, I see what I need to do. I couldn’t leave everyone when they’re doing so much.”

“I’m the opposite,” Rin said.

“What do you mean?” Illana asked.

“Being around you clears my anger but clouds my sense of duty. I don’t want to leave, but I know I can’t betray those who put their trust in me.” Silence filled the room as the two just held each other.

“Why does everything have to be so complicated for us?” Illana asked. Rin thought it was a rhetorical question until Illana rolled over on top of him and looked up at him with her blue eyes silently demanding an answer.

“I blame you,” Rin said, with a teasing tone. He grunted as she punched him in the side.

“I’m serious, Rin,” Illana said. He stroked her cheek as he thought.

“I don’t know,” Rin said after a few moments. “Selene would chalk it up to prophecy. This is our fate or destiny or some other horseshit. It’s probably just very bad luck.”

“Did you know all of the stories about elves and humans falling in love end in tragedy? I read every one I could find after you left,” Illana said, laying her head on his chest. “It made me believe we were doomed from the start. After that, I just didn’t want to deal with anything that robbed me of so much joy.”

“Stories are just that – stories,” Rin said, “They’re supposed to make you feel one way or another. Most of the time, they only have a passing familiarity with what’s real. You should read some of the stories about the Badlands or the rangers.” He looked down at her.

“The cards are stacked against us. We owe our first loyalties to two different lands. The easiest thing for us to do would be to make a clean break and deal with the heartache.” He smiled as he felt the fear spike in their connection. “Unfortunately for you, I’m a ranger. We never do the easy when the right is staring at us in the face.”

“Well, there’s at least one good thing,” Illana said, before rolling off him and curling up next to him. In a few minutes, they were both asleep.

It was still dark when Rin woke. He reached up and touched the light stone above his head. A faint glow of white light illuminated the room. He looked down and smiled. Illana was gripping him tightly in her sleep. He stroked her pale hair. Her blue eyes sparkled in the low light as she looked up.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Rin said.

“You didn’t. I’ve been awake for hours,” Illana said, “How can you sleep so soundly?”

“It helps to have a beautiful woman sleeping next to you,” Rin answered, trying for a smile. Instead, Illana frowned. He felt the terror through their connection.

“Rin, could you be serious right now?” Illana asked. Rin hugged her tight and kissed the top of her head.

“Illana, what you’re feeling is completely normal,” Rin said.

“I feel like I did the morning Cull took me into that mountain,” Illana said. “Except it’s worse, because back then I was only scared about what was happening to me.” She gripped tighter. “Now, everyone I love could be killed – and that scares me more.” Rin wasn’t sure what to say, so he just stroked her hair and held her for a few minutes.

“We need to get up,” Rin whispered. “You have to go be the princess while I need to go be a ranger.” For a moment, Rin wasn’t sure if Illana was going to let go. Thankfully, she relented and sat up. She gave him a chaste kiss and then walked to the door. Illana paused at the doorway.

“I’m not going to ask you to promise to be here. I know you can’t. I will ask you to promise one thing though. Try, Rin,” Illana said, “I don’t know if I could sleep if I didn’t know where you were.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Ward Manor Happenings – 01.15.26

Purging / Decompressing Happenings – We are in the process of shifting our storage unit (or more to the point, the contents therein) as well as doing a purge. This weekend was the first step in acquiring a new unit in a closer location as well as doing some shelf assembly in said unit. The new unit is closer, bigger, less expensive, and run by a local firm. The only bad news is that the units are not as well-lit as the old unit. Which, gave me a reason to pick up another Streamlight lantern. Which, since Amazon had them on sale, meant I could pick up two.

Birthday Happenings – Last weekend we celebrated MIL’s birthday and five-year cancer-free anniversary. The Wife really wanted to go all-out, so she arranged a surprise party at our favorite restaurant. Lesson one of surprise parties – the person who needs to be coordinating with other attendees should not be the one driving to the party. There was a lot of talking in code on the ride over, and a five-dollar fill up at a gas station to burn time. Was it worth it? Hell yeah. MIL was surprised and a great time was had by all.

Weight Happenings – Yeah, I did myself no favors over the holidays. Ain’t good, but I’m back on track. Current: 276; Tollgate: 250; Goal: 200

January Anime Recommendations

This was a spin-off, but you don’t need to watch the original to enjoy this.

This one is good, but the “gag”, for lack of a better term, kinda gets long in the tooth by the end.

This one was a nice twist on the harem romcom format.

Really enjoyed this sci-fi, but disliked it was only six episodes.

Ward Manor Happenings 01.08.26

Petty Amusement Happenings – Sometimes, the simplest and most inane things amuse me. Such as figuring out how to get my laptop to rotate colors on the keyboard and alien sigil on the lid. It serves no function other than personal amusement.

Writing Happenings – I finished the first “finished” draft of my isekai story and sent it off to my alpha reader. At some point, it will show up on the blog. Honestly, I’m treating this one as pulpy serial fiction. I’m sketching out the second story, but I really need to finish up the fourth installment of the Irregulars. That one is almost done, but I suck at endings.

Battery Charging Station Happenings – Saturday, I received my kickstarter from Olight for their Ostation Pro. It also included some of their AA and AAA batteries, a headlamp, and some patches. The last item(s) resulted in the Grandniece discovering Derek’s Patch Board. I have way more charging capacity than I need, but sufficient to what I want. Plus, the plan is for when the next storm is approaching, I can cycle all the batteries through. I have noticed that the batteries Olight sent me prefer to be charged in their Pro charger.

The Wise Man Saga – Let’s go back to July of 2021. Before MIL moved in, the downstairs bedroom was planned as the guest room and we wanted a sleeper sofa in there. We found a nifty one that instead of pulling up the bed, you kind of rolled it out. MIL slept on it for a couple of years after moving in before deciding she would like some more room in her bedroom. (Rolled out, the sleeper did dominate the room). The sleeper sofa then moved to BIL’s and SIL’s house. About a week before Christmas, SIL showed up with a little figurine that looked like it was out of a nativity. She was wondering if it was ours. We don’t have any nativities at Ward Manor. At that point, the family started running down every possibility of where this little figurine could have come from to no avail. It is the mysteriously appearing Wise Man.

Promise to the Magic Heart – Chapter 21

In the annals of the Jeweled Empire, Kallus Parn will be enshrined as one of its most transformative chancellors—a figure whose contributions cannot be overstated. To have foreseen this when he first entered the Diet and boldly severed his ties with the Blood Loyalist faction, renouncing his family’s entrenched allegiances, would have required remarkable prescience. Indeed, his prospects seemed especially grim when he also spurned the Traditionalists. Junior members of the Diet typically do not dare to eschew the major factions. Yet, this very audacity rendered Kallus Parn virtually invisible to the senior echelons of the Diet, those complacent titans who failed to perceive his subterranean efforts. They remained blissfully unaware as he meticulously gathered a coalition of disaffected independents and juniors, quietly expanding his network of confidants and allies. Thus, when the Night of Fire and Blood left the principal factions of the Diet in a state of paralysis, it was Kallus Parn who emerged from the shadows to fill the leadership vacuum. It was through his decisive and unyielding leadership that order was restored. It was Kallus Parn’s guiding hand that steered the Empire through the tumultuous years following the mysterious disappearance of the infant princess. He was the linchpin in forging a historic treaty with the Republic, a pact that not only modernized the Empire’s military forces but also set the stage for a new era of strategic strength. Inevitably, his detractors hastened to label him as a practitioner of ruthless politics, driven by a relentless pursuit of personal ambition. Yet, even if such aspersions hold a kernel of truth, they pale in comparison to the magnitude of his accomplishments. To ignore or dismiss the substantive achievements of Kallus Parn is to indulge in a myopic and fundamentally flawed critique. For in the final analysis, Kallus Parn’s legacy is indelibly marked by his extraordinary capacity to rejuvenate an ailing Empire. His is a testament to the impact of resolute and visionary leadership—a legacy that will not soon be forgotten. – Argis Parn, official historian of the Parn Family

PALLUS

Pallus followed his father’s chamberlain into the office of the Chancellor of the Diet. The emerald walls glowed softly through several tapestries. Two of the tapestries were embroidered with the portraits of the two-hundred and forty-two men and women who held the office of Chancellor since the nobility forced the Diet on the Crystal Blood. Pallus knew his father already arranged for the Empire’s finest embroiderer to do his portrait. Not that his father expected to leave the Chancellorship anytime soon.

Pallus sat down in the middle of the three leather chairs arranged in front of the Chancellor’s desk. The chamberlain walked to the large, stone-topped pine table running almost the entire length of the office’s back wall. The light wood and white granite looked out of place among the room’s darker woods and jeweled surfaces. It didn’t surprise Pallus that his father was using the table upon which the last free Lord of the Mountains signed the annexation treaty ending dwarven independence as mere furniture. The chamberlain poured Pallus’s preferred amber wine and handed the glass to the scion of his master before withdrawing.

Pallus’s father ignored him, ostensibly finishing some paperwork. Pallus never understood the affectation, but it was how the game was played among the lords. Pallus took the time to look at the other tapestries. The first, hung over the Chancellor’s right shoulder was the four-pointed star emblem of the Empire. The points of the star had the emerald circle of the Diet, the sapphire circle of the Sacellum, the amethyst circle of the Liopasto, and the white circle of the Crystal Blood. Behind the chancellor’s left shoulder hung the emblem of the Chancellor, a gold gavel on a field of green. The last tapestry in the office hung was the crest of House Parn. It was hung to Pallus’s left in one of his father’s favorite places to stare while pondering.

“Honor, duty, courage,” Pallus murmured to himself as he looked at the three blue swords on a field of yellow. The center sword was larger and dominated the crest. Honor was first among the three sacred creeds of House Parn.

“So, you do remember your House,” Chancellor Parn said, laying down his pen.

“I didn’t come here to continue old arguments, father,” Pallus said. His father raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

“Then why have you made the trek across Aponte Hill?”

“I came here to ask you to declare a state of emergency and recall the Capitol Army.”

“I thought you just said you didn’t come here to rehash old arguments,” Chancellor Parn said, with the coldest neutrality.

“Father, have you seen what is out there?” Pallus asked. “Ten thousand Purists. With siege engines. And muskets. Are you still going to maintain the Purists are just an unruly mob that should be handled by the constables?”

“Pallus, you are a soldier. From what I hear, a very good soldier. Unfortunately, you think like a soldier. You do not understand how to properly manage a crisis as a lord of the empire should,” the chancellor said, with a hint of disappointment. “If you did, all of this would be clear.” Pallus took a long drink of his wine as he examined his father. The man was ruthless, cunning, and used every opportunity to advance his own personal power. So, what action would benefit his father the most at this moment? Pallus’s eyes narrowed.

“You’ve already recalled the Capitol Army,” Pallus said. His father’s face maintained the same cool neutrality.

“Why would I have done that?” Chancellor Parn asked, in a far too reasonable tone.

“For the same reason you kept the army and the nobles’ armsmen off of the streets of Lisandra on the Night of Fire and Blood,” Pallus answered, matching his father’s tone.

“Repeating such wild accusations is irresponsible, Pallus,” his father said, reprovingly. Pallus let the barest hint of a smile cross his face.

“Father, I was standing outside your door when you and your minions planned your response to the riots. Your restoration of order in Lisandra won your faction enough converts to secure your bid for the Chancellorship. It also positioned House Parn to be one of the First Houses,” Pallus said. “You’re attempting to use the same tactic all over again, but with much higher stakes. Pretend to ignore a building crisis until it reaches a crescendo and then come riding to the rescue and reap the rewards.”

“I’ve been blessed by the Goddess to be in the right place at the right time,” the chancellor said in a perfect politician voice.

“Father, I’m talking to you as your son, not as the commander of the Crystal Guard,” Pallus said, “Could we not lie to each other? This conversation will go far more smoothly.” A genuine smile spread across the chancellor’s face, and Pallus restrained himself from showing his repulsion.

“Then, yes, the army is preparing for its return to Lisandra,” Chancellor Parn said. “From what General Lopanes informs me, the army should be coming through the gates the day after tomorrow.”

“Of course, General Lopanes,” Pallus said and took another sip of his wine. “How much are we adding to his retirement for this?”

“I’m allowing his son to marry one of your cousins,” his father answered. “His family has certainly proved its loyalty to our House enough over the decades.”

“Well, at least we agree on one thing,” Pallus said. “What exactly are you hoping to gain from this?”

“To secure the primacy of the Diet,” Chancellor Parn said, as if it should have been obvious to anyone. “As well as ensuring our House maintains it primacy among the other First Houses for the next few generations.”

“Of course,” Pallus said. He placed his wineglass on the desk before standing.

“Off to run and tell that jumped-up trollop you’re bedding about my plans?” Chancellor Parn asked.

“No. I’m not going to say a thing to Sonya. We are talking here as father and son, I advise you to tell the princess and her regent about the army as well as declare a state of emergency,” Pallus answered.

“Why under the Goddess would I do something like that?” his father asked, somewhere between bemused and annoyed.

“Because if you don’t, it will be the second grievous mistake you’ve made, and I don’t want to see House Parn fall because of your bungling,” Pallus answered.

“Second mistake? What would have been my first mistake? Our House is among the Firsts. Through the Diet, we control the Empire,” Chancellor Parn snarled.

“Your control hangs by a tenuous string,” Pallus said. “One that is dangerously close to snapping. As for your mistakes, your first was chasing Rin out of the Empire.”

“Humans are all liars,” Chancellor Parn said, waving a dismissive hand.

“Rin didn’t tell anyone what, or more appropriately who, sent him scurrying back to Marei,” Pallus said.

“Then, how do you know it was me?”

“Because of your constant attempts to betrothe Illana and me after he was gone.”

“A marriage between the princess and you would have secured our House’s future,” Chancellor Parn snapped. “Instead, you went and started screwing her regent.” Pallus bit down his anger. His father was a master at manipulating people into making mistakes. Pallus took another sip of wine to give himself a moment to calm down and think.

“The sad part is that you don’t understand why chasing Rin off was a mistake. For your edification father, Rin’s departure broke the princess’s heart at a very delicate time. That made it impossible for anyone to get close enough to her to accept a proposal of marriage,” Pallus said. The chancellor sat back and gave his son a rare appraising look. Pallus surprised him.

“You’re correct. That scenario never occurred to me. It certainly explains her refusals of all other offers. Still, that was in the past, and we must focus on the present.”

“You still don’t understand the depth of your mistake. When it comes out that you were directly responsible for Rin leaving – and I assure you, it will – I would not be surprised if Illana executes you, assuming she couldn’t find anything worse to do.”

“The human won’t say anything to the girl,” Chancellor Parn said. “He’s a Mareian. They’re too proud to admit something like that.”

“You don’t understand their relationship,” Pallus said, “At some point in the near future, hopefully after we get through this crisis, Illana will ask Rin directly why he left. Rin can’t lie to her. Not won’t lie to her. Can’t lie to her. If I were you, I would decide how you are going to explain your actions in such a way that won’t end with your head being violently separated from your body.”

“The Empire cannot have a human as the Imperial consort!” Chancellor Parn bellowed. “No one would accept that! Everyone will see that my actions prevented a crisis that we could not have afforded at the time.”

“That won’t save you. Maybe, if at that time, you bothered to explain the realities to Rin and Illana – or enlisted Sonya or Kurt to do it for you – they probably would have agreed to some sort of mutually beneficial arrangement. Possibly a political marriage with Rin as courtesan to the princess,” Pallus said. “Those two would have done whatever was necessary to stay together. Instead of realizing that and using it to the benefit of our House, you did everything you could to keep them apart, including driving Rin back across the Jeweled Sea. Now, we have to deal with the aftermath.”

“The Diet and the Sacellum would never have agreed to what you proposed,” Chancellor Parn said. “It would go against all tradition and propriety.” Pallus gave his father a flat look.

“You mean you weren’t sure if you could manipulate Rin. Considering how you and the Suprema run the Diet and the Sacellum, a politically expedient solution could have been found,” Pallus said. “Instead of building a relationship with a human, you chased off the one person who could exert some restraint over the princess on a gamble she would accept a substitute of your choosing. In the soldiering world, that is called a strategic miscalculation.” Pallus gave his father a contemptuous look. “Now you’re going to compound that error with your current plotting.”

“You think you understand this better than me? You understand nothing! In two days’ time, the people of this city will know who truly saved them from the Purists, and it won’t be the Crystal Blood!” Chancellor Parn said. “Then, your precious princess will have to accept whatever I tell her if she wants to have any authority once she ascends to the throne."

“The nobles will toe the line because they fear you more than the Crystal Blood. At least for now. The commoners, on the other hand, know the princess and the Heroes of the Empire stepped up to protect them. They know who will fight alongside them to keep their homes and families safe, and they will know who used this crisis for political gain. After all of this is settled, they will throw their support to the Crystal Blood. I only hope our House survives when the princess comes for a reckoning.”

“That will be impossible if she never reaches the throne. She cannot ascend without the consent of at least a third of the Diet,” Chancellor Parn said triumphantly. “If she sets herself against the Diet, enough will vote against her.” Pallus gave his father an appraising look.

“So, that’s the second string to your bow,” Pallus said. His father nodded. “This will be amusing to watch.”

“What?” his father asked.

“You think Princess Illana has the same level of political skill as Sonya,” Pallus said, “You have no idea how badly you underestimated that young woman. Especially now Rin is by her side again.” Pallus walked to the door, stopped, and turned back. “Don’t worry, father. I will make sure our House meets its obligations after your head is thrown off of Traitor’s Cliff.” Pallus didn’t wait for his father’s ensuing tirade. There were plans to be made.

Chapter Twenty-Two