"

"I sincerely doubt King Dreus relayed the message."

"But it was received by Ternias nonetheless."

I raised my brows. "And?"

Zander shuffled through his folder, and procured the letter. "The message is rather cryptic. He simply says that his time will come, and when it does, he will give you gift, and you will respond in kind."

I cocked my head. "Interesting. Is it a threat, or a promise, do you think?"

"Most likely a threat given the rhetoric he spews in the court."

"Most likely, butâ?¦ keep an open mind. You are dismissed, Zander."

He bowed, and walked away. I sighed, and lounged in my chair made of women, watching my men getting massacred as they assailed Sector Five. They fought with such gusto early in the day, when their spirits were still lifted from the show of death I provided. They never once asked me for help in their assaults, and they never blamed me for the inevitable failure. In fact, they were quite ashamed that they could not take a single sector after all the work Iâ??d done in the morning for them. It was terrible for their spirits, especially when they assaulted sectors that were manned by only a dozen or so elves. Youâ??d think two-thousand men could get the job done, but gosh, something always happened that kept them from summiting. Sometimes, a rockslide took out an entire company. Other times, a rope would snap, and send a whole platoon to their deaths. Oh, and then there were the times when their muscles would cramp, and theyâ??d fall one-by-one off the wall.

"Crystal, I am a terrible woman." I sighed as the succubus matriarch ate my pussy.

"Whyâ??s that?" She asked, using my vagina as a second mouth to talk from, her reptilian tongue fluttering pleasantly inside. I groaned, and repositioned my seat atop Sapphire and Diamondâ??s faces, enjoying the way their entwined tongues corkscrewed wetly into my rectum.

"I enjoy killing much more than anyone should." I said.

"Murder is fun." Crystal winked, "Anyone who says differently hasnâ??t tried it."

"Youâ??re not exactly a great moral barometer."

"Were you looking for me to tell you to do the right thing?" She asked with raised brows.

"No," I sighed, relaxing into Onyxâ??s bosom, enjoying the way her fingers massaged my scalp, "I guess I feel like I should feel guilty."

"Master makes you feel guilty." Opal said beside her mother, her tongue wrapped around my clit.

"Itâ??s one of her greatest talents." I concurred. I watched an orc get a little too close to the top of the cliff, and I caused the rock his picks were imbedded in to shear off. He fell screaming, knocking off a half-dozen orcs on his path to the hard ground.

Ruby stopped sucking my toes to watch the manâ??s doom, then turned back to me. "Did you just do that?"

"Of course not. Why would I kill my own men?"

Crystal suddenly winced, and rubbed at her temples. "She is near." She said.

I glanced over my shoulder to look at the Great Forest. The winged figure of Arbor hovered over it, watching me from above the tree line. My heart crept into my throat, and I swallowed. I wished I didnâ??t have to face this alone.



ZANDER

"Zander Fredeon?" The beautiful hermaphrodite inquired. Her white hair contrasted her bronze skin, which in turn was contrasted with a tattoo of debauchery that covered her to the neck. She wore a leather dress of crisscrossing straps that concealed her modest parts and revealed all the fun stuff. I had forgotten how striking Elena Straltaira was, and now here was a woman just as beautiful, and twice as wicked.

"Alexa would usually be the one to greet you," she said, "Her and Prince Matthew had a special relationship, but Prince Matthew and I have repour, so I will be his liaison today."

"You must be Eva Alecia." I said, "Iâ??ve heard stories about you."

"And Iâ??ve heard legends about you." She smirked, unabashedly running her eyes down my body. "The ambassador is notoriously late for his meetings. You and I have a little time to kill. Ten minutes should be fine."

"You donâ??t seem like the type to kill just a little time. Itâ??ll take ten minutes just to get into the slave costume youâ??re imagining me in right now."

"Are you reading my mind?"

"Iâ??m reading your face."

She stretched a leather glove, and snapped it for effect. "Thereâ??s no reason you canâ??t just get on your knees and lift up that robe. Let Doctor Alecia take care of you."

"I donâ??t think I will."

"Men over fifty need to get their prostate checked on a yearly basis. Youâ??re about a thousand years overdue."

"I donâ??t trust you not to stick your whole fist in there."

"Iâ??ll be sticking something else up there, Fredeon. Iâ??ve heard where you like it. Donâ??t deny it."

"Iâ??m denying you." I gave her an appraising smile, "You thought youâ??d just ambush the greatest wizard on Tenvalia and sodomize him before you even shook his hand?"

"Fortune favors the bold."

"It does indeed." I took one step toward her, and transformed into Destiny. I took another step toward her as her eyes widened, and my arms became tentacles, each slimy appendage dividing itself thrice over before wrapping their squishing tendrils about the stunned hermaphrodite, holding her aloft with her ankles, knees, and thighs bound together, her arms wrapped to her sides, her mouth filled. One tentacle moved beneath her dress, and squirmed into her anus, and another spiraled into her pussy. A third snaked up her pelvis, opened its tip, and consumed her cock to the base. The last tentacle moved in a serpentine manner beneath her dress, along her torso, and encircled each breast before squeezing tightly.

"Oh, where is the brashness now, Eva?" I giggled sardonically, "You took a gamble with me, and you lost. But obviously you were ready to lose, because you cleaned yourself out this morning. Letâ??s go a little deeper, shall we? I like to taste the filthy parts of a woman."

Eva screamed a muffled sound around the tentacle in her mouth. The tendril in her anus widened as it moved deep into her colon, the squishy suctioning nodes popping one at a time along her swollen ring, turning it into a winking aperture of sensation before the tentacle moved deeper, and the nodes sucked upon the smooth tender flesh of her anal sheath. The tentacle in her pussy faced the other direction, the suctioning nodes running along her ceiling, rubbing against her soft curtains and sucking upon her ribbed spot. I moved to her cervix, and tickled the entrance to her womb until it was popping and spasming with pleasure. The tentacle consuming her cock massaged her rigid length with slimy suckers, pulsating along her to bring all the pressure to her tip. With the appendage in her ass constantly rubbing her prostate, she came nearly continuously from her cock. Her womanly orgasm was harder to summon, but not much. Her toned abdomen flexed violently, almost like she was hyperventilating, signaling the destruction occurring in her sanctum depths. Her eyes were rolled back and unseeing, her lips consumed the tentacle in her mouth with a mindless sensuality, and she gurgled her tones of delight. I smiled with blue lips, running a gentle, yet dominating hand across her cheek.

"We still have nine minutes, Eva." I whispered, "Thatâ??s all the time in the world for you."

She went limp in my hold, the pulsating tendrils that bound her coiling to tighten the embrace. Her holes surrendered their resistances, and she simply reacted to the deep violation of her insides. Her pussy squelched with wetness, thick braids of vaginal drool stringing from between her thighs. Her anus outturned around its exit, the pink cuff of flesh pulsing around the sucking nodes that passed through it. Her cock twitched with orgasmic spasms, spewing cum without pressure, for the flow was continuous, and the climax would not subside.

"My name is â??Destinyâ?? by the way." I said, petting her hair as I did such terrible things to her, "I come out when Zander is feeling sexually vulnerable. He wants to be your victim, and heâ??s very curious about the dungeon you have, but he needs to be composed when he deals with the ambassador. The Lowlands have been very naughty, and he might have to get a little mean." I enjoyed the way Eva gagged around the tentacle working its way into her esophagus, "You like to get a little mean too. Maybe you can help me."

YAVARA

I stepped past the tree line, and into the Great Forest. Arbor was waiting for me on the other side of a clearing. I wished I could predict what sheâ??d say based on her face, but the forest spirit emoted nothing.

"Well?" I asked.

"Adrianna and Furia are not in the northern isles trying to recruit mermaids. They were in the copper mines, traveling to the Highlands."

My brows went up. "What?"

"I am telling you this in good faith. I think you should be merciful. Adrianna has always been loyal to you, but the war divides her loyalties."

I looked at the ground, putting the pieces together. "She was helping Elena. Elena is my ambassador; therefore Adrianna is not a traitor."

"Is that so?"

"Itâ??s grey. Iâ??ll decide what to do when she gets back."

Arbor nodded, and said nothing else. I waited, staring at her expectantly. "And the other thing I asked you about?" I finally said, breaking the silence.

She walked forward, every step purposeful and gentle, barely crunching upon the dry leaves before me. Her unthreatening demeanor still terrified me, not because of her, but because of what she might say. I longed for ignorance, but the time for that had passed. I wished with all my heart that I had a little bit longer with that innocence, believing without thinking that I was whole. My heart rose to my throat with every step she took, and I tried to read her impassive face, dreading and longing for an answer ***********ed within the lines of her brow, or the curve of her lips. Nothing. She stopped right in front of me.

"Well?" I asked, willing moisture into my mouth.

"Take off your clothes." She said. I did, stripping quickly from my leather suit. My fingers were shaking when I wrestled with the buttons, and Arbor had to settle me with her touch, and help me undo the attachments. The leather armor slipped from me, and I stood in the fall cold, naked before the spirit of the forest. She placed her hands on my belly, and they illuminated. I felt a warmth sink into me, and slowly move down, radiating into my womb. My skin shown alight with green energy, every vein and artery glowing through the flesh. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, and it seemed lonely. She withdrew her hands, and light faded away.

"What was that?" I asked.

"A potent fertility incantation. You asked me four days ago if there was anything I could do. I told you I would try, but it would take some time to prepare."

"Did it work?"

She looked up at me, her eyes telling me before her lips did. "I am sorry. There is nothing I can do." She said.

"Oh. Well, thank you for trying." I mumbled, and backed away on shaky legs. I stumbled, and Arbor caught me. I tried to stand again, but I could not. I fell to my knees, my lips quivering, my eyes filling. A horrid wail erupted from my throat, and I buried my face in Arborâ??s belly. She held me against her, soothingly petting my hair, whispering lullabies in a language I did not know. They were of no comfort to me.

LEVERIA

The Noble Court was remarkably empty today. The Straltaira seat was empty, the Huntiata seat was empty, and Feractianâ??s seat was empty. Lady Droughtius stood in place of Elena for their peace caucus, and gave a by-the-numbers monologue that no one listened to. I narrowed my eyes at her, dissecting every motion of her quivering hands, the way her voice shook when she made her speech, and the way she tried to hide it by speaking louder. The air was high in her chest, and she wasnâ??t taking enough breaths, trying to get all her words out without focusing on the spaces between them. She was genuinely afraid, but she was using that fear. The best mask was no mask at all. To know yourself is to know the world, and Sofia Droughtius played herself to perfection. She was a lamb in lambâ??s in clothing, and she manipulated the predators to fight each other instead of just eating her outright, but even that was a lie. Before she even got to the Noble Court, she knew which snake she would let have her.

I turned my gaze on Percian Feltian. Now here was a boy who had no clue what the fuck he was doing. The way he sat, the emotions on his face, and the way he shifted all belied a deep insecurity of his position. It was like he didnâ??t belong in his own skin, much less the Noble Court. He was an easy mark, but someone else had already gotten to him.

I looked at Lord Ternias. The mastermind, the king of snakes, the schemer of schemers. He wore his impassive face, watching Sofia with bored eyes. The man was such a fantastic actor that he became his own characters. When we had nearly a full court, he was the foaming-at-the-mouth warmonger demanding we charge headlong into the heart of the enemy. Today, he was the bored rich man pretending to listen to the freshmen noble while contemplating what heâ??d have for lunch. Both were lies. When Straltaira, Huntiata and Feractian came back, the true Ternias would be revealed, and I would be destroyed.

I drew my eyes from Lucas Ternias, to the woman sitting beside him. Catherine Jonias wasnâ??t her usual spiteful self today. The reason was obvious to me, if it was to no one else. Elena had learned that Ternias had promised Jonias his hand in marriage if he ever deposed me to become king. And so poor, stupid Catherine had blindly thrown all her support behind him, and had come to the realization much too late that Lucas Ternias would never marry her. A marriage for Ternias would be a purely political gambit, and House Jonias didnâ??t have nearly enough power.

"My Lord Ternias," I called across the room, interrupting Lady Droughtius.

He gave me an annoyed look, and walked to his dais. "Yes, my queen?"

"What do you think we should do about the Dark Queenâ??s ultimatum?"

"I have said it many times before on the floor of this chamber, my queen, do I need to repeat myself for the hundredth time?"

"We have a freshman noble here;" I gestured to Percian Feltian, "perhaps he would like to hear your proposal."

Ternias cleared his throat. "I believe that launching a full cavalry attack from South Fort to Alkandra will draw the enemy inward, and allow us to cut them down as they retreat. We have the added benefit then of razing Alkandra to the ground, and slaughtering the orc bitches and pups before they can breed." He glanced up at me, "The queen and king disagree. I postulate that this is because the kingâ??s uncle is field marshal, and the field marshal thinks the plan is suicide."

"Whereâ??s the gusto, Lord Ternias?" I grinned, "Whereâ??s the fire? Itâ??s almost like you were making those speeches to impress someone, and now that someone isnâ??t here."

"There are quite a few â??someonesâ?? not here, my queen. Should we not adjourn this court?"

"Iâ??d like to vote on a motion before we do."

"No motion has been presented."

"Did you not just present one?" I asked, my grin broadening. "All in favor of attacking Alkandra right now, raise your hands." I raised my hand immediately. Joniasâ??s hand shot up a second later. Lord Xantian looked confusedly up at me, then raised his hand. All eyes fell upon Lord Ternias. There was a grumbling amongst the dozens of minor nobles, the sound of uncomfortable shifting of chairs, a few forced coughs. Ternias looked around the room, then looked up at me.

"Unfortunately, due to the complete mishandling of the military, we no longer have the manpower to make this operation feasible." He spat. There was genuine hatred in his eyes now, no character that needed to be played. I smirked at him, though on the inside, I was shrieking. What a masterstroke by Lucas Ternias it was. Did she know? Had she been party to it the whole time, or would she learn of it only when the jaws of the trap were closed, and she had no other choice? I held on to the faintest of hopes that Elena was just a pawn on Terniasâ??s chessboard, and not the queen herself.

ZANDER

I remembered the first time I discovered the pleasures of another manâ??s flesh. I thought I had become a completely different person simply for realizing that I enjoyed having a penis inside of me. I wore flamboyant clothes, I effected my voice, and I walked so that every step advertised that I did indeed, possess an ass. I cringed to think back on it. One day, Prince Matthew would look back at the glitter on his face, the bowties in his hair, and the spandex bodysuit he wore, and cringe too. That was, if he got to live that long.

"Oh, Zander!" He sighed dramatically, sniffling, "I wish you couldâ??ve known Alexa! She was such a gentle soul."

Eva had her arm wrapped lovingly around him as he sat on the couch across from me. We were in his embassy, and there were Ardeni guards stationed everywhere. He saw me looking, and he gestured theatrically.

"It used to be that I would fear neither the troll, nor the ogre. My father couldnâ??t understand why I didnâ??t station guards at my embassy, but I told him, Zander, I told him that Alkandra was different. I was under the protection of the hybrids, and not even the worst of beasts would dare cross them. Oh, that bastard assassin ruined so much!"

"An assassin is such an effective weapon because he makes the safe feel unsafe. If those at the top can be touched, those at the bottom know there is no sanctuary." I said.

"Cowardly. Absolutely cowardly!"

I leaned forward, and looked into his mind. It was closed to me, of course. He was a royal, and heâ??d been trained by mages whoâ??d been students of Prestira Rasloraca. I was never much of a telepath anyway. Matthew dried his eyes on his sleeve, and looked up at me. "Iâ??m sorry, Zander. I know Iâ??m supposed to be composed and stately, but I inherited my motherâ??s sentimentality. Arthur got all of Fatherâ??s bravery and stoicism."

"I appreciate the emotional honesty, Your Highness."

"Please, call me â??Matthew.â??" He said, blotting his eyes, "Now, what is the topic of todayâ??s meeting?"

I pulled out my hand mirror. "Iâ??ve been monitoring the communications that go through the Jonian Tower. Obviously, I canâ??t watch it all the time, so I keep logs of who contacted who, and how long they talked." I eyed him from beneath my brows, but I didnâ??t see any alarm on his face. "Iâ??ve been very busy the past few days, so I havenâ??t been watching my logs. It was only yesterday that I read through the last weekâ??s information. There are only two mirrors in Alkandra, and only one of them goes through the Jonian Tower. Itâ??s understandable that you talk with people in Bentius, youâ??re an ambassadorâ??"

"I donâ??t talk with people in Bentius, Zander." Matthew gave me a perplexed frown, "My communications only go to Ardeni, and only recently since the relay was just finished."

"Whatâ??s your sigil?"

"A tulip."

I found the sigil dimly luminated on the edge of my mirror, and duplicated it on the glass before tapping. I looked up, and the mirror across the room lit up by one of its gemstones. "A tulip indeed." I said.

"Zander," Prince Matthew said cautiously, "whatâ??s this about?"

"Do you know what Queen Leveriaâ??s sigil is?"

"No."

"Itâ??s an eye, drawn with one line to indicate a heavy lash. Do you know what a half-bow is?"

"A what?"

"Itâ??s a weapon used predominantly by Lowland criminals. Itâ??s easy to hide, easy to draw, and deadly accurate within fifty yards."

"Iâ??ve never seen one. I hardly know how to use a sword!" Matthew said, obviously agitated.

"Zander," Eva narrowed her eyes at me, "what the hell are you going on about?"

I reached into my cloak, and pulled out the half-bow. Matthewâ??s eyes widened, and Evaâ??s narrowed even more. "This was delivered to me." I said, "A goblin maid found it hidden behind a wash basin in the unfinished wing of the servantâ??s quarters. She snuck it out of the embassy, and gave it to a constable. The constable gave it to his captain, and he gave it to his chief, and the chief tried to give it to Commander Faltia, but she was ensconced in the castle. So, not knowing what else to do, he sent it to me. I got it this morning. Now, Iâ??m a suspicious man, and so when an obvious answer is given to a difficult question, I become wary. But there are cases when the correct answer is the most obvious one, and when I looked through my logs, and saw that a tulip had been communicating with an eye twenty minutes before the assassination of Alexa Jenania, my suspicions were put to rest."

It took a moment for the realization to hit him. It hit Eva faster. Her face became stony, and her loving embrace of Prince Matthew methodically turned into a chokehold. She pulled her arm around his neck, squeezing until his face darkened, his cowboy boots kicking against the wood floor.

"Eva!" He squeaked out.

"How could you?" She hissed, "After everything she did for you, how could you?"

"Eva! Eva!" His strangled voice wheezed, his eyes showing their veins.

The guards outside his room didnâ??t hear a thing. I made sure of it.

"She accepted you when you were weak!" Eva hissed, tears streaking down her cheeks, "She set you free from yourself! She brought you into our family, and you sold her out!"

"No!" He rasped, clutching uselessly at her arm.

"What was the price, Matthew?" Eva whispered in his ear, almost lovingly, "I hope it was high, because I am going to make you pay dearly."

"Enough." I said, and put a paralysis spell over them both. They fell back on the couch, Evaâ??s limp arm falling from Matthewâ??s throat. I stood up, and loomed over him. "Prince Matthew, youâ??re under arrest for the murder of Alexa Jenania. You will come with me quietly. If you alert your guards, I will turn them all into red mist. If you try to run, I will simply remove your legs. I will inform the queen of this new development, and she will decide what will be done with you. In the meantime, you will be place under guard within the crypts of Castle Alkandra."

LEVERIA

I stared at the names I had on the table. They ebbed in and out of clarity. My eyes were bloodshot, and my ears were ringing. Sleep wasnâ??t something I did much of anymore. There was a distant pounding sound, it was almost like drums. It took me a moment to realize it was Sir Raftas knocking on my door.

"Your Highness, you have a visitor!" He called.

I grabbed the eyedrops from beside my mirror, and moisturized my eyes. After quickly making sure I looked sane, I bid my guest to enter.

Lady Catherine Jonias was a woman in her mid-thirties. Her face was narrow and angular beneath her straight blonde mane, but it was pretty when it wasnâ??t pinched. It was rarely pretty. I gestured for her to sit, and she did. I silently offered her wine, and she declined. I poured myself a glass, and sat across from her. She took her time assessing me, and I waited patiently, not emoting anything, receptive for whatever it was she had to say. I had not invited her, but I had expected her arrival.

"There is a conspiracy." She said.

"I know." I answered. No shit. I thought.

"Lucas Terniasâ?¦ he was to be my betrothed. I am realizing too late that I was deceived."

"Lord Ternias is a deceptive man." And you are a stupid cunt.

"I can stand many things, but I cannot stand to be made a fool of."

"Of course." Bite the inside of your cheeks to keep from smiling.

"It was never love, I knew that, but I had hoped that we would form a partnership, much like you and King Shordian have."

I didnâ??t answer, but gazed at her, waiting patiently for her to break.

She shifted in her chair. "I would have some wine, if you donâ??t mind."

I poured her a glass, and handed it to her. She drank it down in one gulp, then wiped the purple off her lips. "Your husband has betrayed you."

"I know." I said. "What did Ternias promise him?"

"Alkandra."

"The city?"

"The country."

My face stayed unemotive, but I was screaming inside. "Please explain."

"Ternias needed to be legitimized before he could take the crown. He promised King Shordian that once the battle of the Tundra was won, Shordian would have all the Midland territories in exchange for testifying against you in the Noble Court. He would not be a governor, but a king of a vassal state."

"And the other nobles agreed to this? Why would they let Ternias give everything to my husband?"

Jonias licked her lips. "Ternias doesnâ??t operate his own conspiracies. Peopleâ?¦ donâ??t really like him."

"I actually find him quite charming."

"You two are very alike."

I chewed on the insult I had loaded on my tongue, and instead nodded for her to continue.

"Your husband was the one who proposed the plan to Feractian, Feltian, and Huntiata, promising them exclusive governorships in the new kingdom. Ternias never met with any of them directly, but he was always the puppet master. When you asked your husband to procure the dwarf contracts for Xantian, he did not, because Ternias told him not to. Ternias knew Xantian would stay loyal to you, and so he sought to drive a wedge of suspicion between you."

"And now Ternias operates a conspiracy within a conspiracy."

"In a way, yes. Your husband is still the shell of the first one, but there is no filling. He is quite a dullard, my queen."

I snorted. "What does that say about me if he outsmarted me all this time?"

"Not much." She smirked cruelly, "Huntiata never had faith in Eric Shordian. Once the battle of the Tundra was lost, Huntiata pulled his support. Feractian and Feltian went with him. Your husband stayed loyal to Ternias, but Ternias could no longer use him as a ring-leader. So Eric was made a supporting character, foolishly believing Ternias would grant him the original prize. But Ternias knew the war was lost, and he sought a new ring-leader to fit his new mold. Elena Straltaira had become the darling of the court, and she preached so grandly for peace."

"He promised to make a peace deal if she married him." I said.

"Yes."

"You know this for certain?"

"I did not hear the words spoken, but I can put two-and-two together. What have you been doing since the Battle of the Tundra? Nothing but arguing with Ternias about the semantics of warfare, thinking you were stalling for time, when you were simply filling the court with dead air while Terniasâ??s new pet did her work. Elena collected the nobles who were disenfranchised by the rhetoric, those that Ternias had lost before, plus Lady Droughtius. When they get back, Ternias will propose a peace deal, Elena will accept it, and then there will be an immediate vote of no confidence. Eric will testify against you, and eight votes will be cast to remove you. Xantian will bend then, fearing for his life, and you will be destroyed."

"And you, Lady Jonias?"

"There is nothing I can do. If I donâ??t vote with Ternias, he might kill me right there."

"Then why did you come here?"

She shrugged with a rueful smile. "I have been deceived, stepped on, humiliated and cast away. What else can a spiteful woman do, but hope that an even more spiteful woman can make her enemies scream?"

I smiled around my glass. "I can be that woman."

End of Part Twelve.

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