Part 1

Cara stood on the balcony, overlooking the magnificent city of Xerixes. People buzzed around the buildings like ants in a maze.

Waves of relief washed over her after telling Xerath the truth. He had taken it poorly and only spoken to her once since then but she knew it was the right thing to do. Giving him the option to grieve over something of the past and out of his own control now, was one she never had. It had nearly killed her to see his reaction but continued to tell herself it was for the best.

She knew revelation had hit him hard and he needed time to process it and space to do so. And that is what she had given him, waiting patiently for him to open up to her again.

“My lady.” her maidservant said from behind her. “Forgive the disturbance but a letter from Rayman of Vulkira has come for you.”

“Thank you,” she said, slightly confused as to why she would receive a letter from someone she had never met.

She knew of Rayman, her brother’s advisor, and mentor but had never spoken to nor seen him. Her curiosity spiked as the letter was placed in her hands.

“The rider said it was urgent. It involved Elderman Jebbin.” the woman reported. She quickly left the room, giving Cara the room to herself once more.

Cara tore the seal gently and opened it, quickly reading through the short letter.

“Queen Cara, it is an honor to finally write to you. As you know Erik and I have been close for many years now and I regard him as a son. In these times I have taken it upon myself to lead our people in your brother’s absence. However, this is not why I write to you.”

Cara thought it was odd as Jebbin had been appointed leader in Erik’s absence but continued to read without a pause.

“I write to you because Elderman Jebbin, I believe you remember him from your childhood, has been charged with treason against Vulkira. He has been plotting to overthrow your brother while he is away, feeding off the people’s worries and doubts. Sadly, we have solid evidence of his treachery and await his judgment, however, he has asked me personally to write to you. Out of respect for him, and the good he has done in the past, I relented to this request. He believes you will speak for his honor and reveal his innocence. As I am skeptical of your proof to free him of doubt, I ask that you disregard this letter entirely, in which case you have my sincere apology for wasting your time. If you do have proof that would clear his name, then I urge you to respond swiftly.”

Cara gasped at the news, Jebbin would never do such a thing. She immediately sat down at her desk, pulling out a quill and ink. Her attention was pulled away however as Xerath entered the room. His mood was still dark and he looked haggard and restless.

“I heard that you received a letter from Qutreth?” Xerath asked. “Who is it from?”

“Rayman. Erik’s mentor. He has taken command during Jebbin’s… trial.” Cara said. “Jebbin is being accused of treason. I’m asking that they wait for me to come to them and speak on his behalf personally.”

“Nonsense,” Xerath said. “You can’t go to Qutreth.” he paused.

“But I must.” Cara countered. “I won’t let him die for something I know he didn’t do.”

“You don’t know if he did anything,” Xerath said. “Besides, I only meant you shouldn’t go to them but rather they come to us.”

“Oh.” Cara smiled at her husband. “But that might-”

“They are our guests in our country. They will accept our request. I’ll personally tell them to.” Xerath said.

“Thank you. But no,” Cara said. “We must be diplomatic about this. I will ask them to come here so it doesn’t seem like you are commanding them to come. Tensions are already high.”

“Very well,” Xerath said. “If you think that is best.”

“I do.” Cara smiled up at him. “I appreciate your willingness to help but this would be better handled with a woman’s touch. Rayman wouldn’t refuse a queen’s request.”

“No man would.” Xerath chuckled. “You are a fierce woman when you need to be.”

“Xerath,” Cara whispered. “About what we spoke of earlier… I am sorry I kept it from you.”

Xerath pulled up a hand, gesturing her to stop, “I understand. I don’t like that you lied to us all but I understand your reasoning. If… people knew, there could be serious ramifications.”

“I'm sor-” Cara began to apologize again.

“Don’t apologize. It took great strength to do what you did.” Xerath said softly.

Cara’s eyes began to tear up from his words, his hand lightly brushing her cheek. He bent down to her forehead and tenderly kissed her. His lips soft and moist to the touch, made her feel safe and accepted by her husband.

“I’ll leave you to it,” Xerath said gingerly. “If you need me… let me know.”

Cara grabbed his neck and pulled him back down to her before he could escape. Kissing him fully, savoring the touching moment of their bond. His love for her and her love for him, their relationship was an odd one, yet they remained strong together. His understanding spoke volumes to her state of mind, relieving her of guilt and doubt.

“I love you,” she whispered through the kiss.

“And I you,” Xerath said as he gently pulled away.

Part 2

Rayman looked down at the letter before him. It had the royal seal upon it. The queen herself had responded to the letter and swiftly too.

“That was quicker than I expected,” Rayman said. “How well does the Queen know Jebbin?”

“I-I’m not entirely sure, sir,” Torstein said. “I know he mostly raised her till she was married off to Xerath by her parents. Judging from the quick response, I’d assume their relationship is closer than we previously assumed.”

Rayman shrugged as he opened the letter, tearing the neatly sealed wax and unfolding the tightly rolled paper. Stretching the small note flat with his calloused fingers, Rayman began reading it aloud for both to hear.

“Sir Rayman, I am pleased that you have come to me with this matter. Jebbin is a dear friend to me and I wish that he would be tried fairly. I know not what he has done to deserve an accusation one so strong as treason but I am confident Elderman Jebbin is not one to betray his country I assure you. I know these are odd circumstances but I respectfully request you bring him here to the capital to face your judgment. There are matters I must discuss with you in private if we are to get to the bottom of this. I am unwilling to share any details in letters such as these. Do not act against Jebbin before then. You will want to hear what I have to say.”

“Well…” Rayman trailed off. “This has put us in an awkward position.”

“Indeed,” Torstein said. “She knows we cannot refuse her. We must abide by her wishes.”

“I know.” Rayman sighed. “Why would she want us to come to the capital is the question. Surely she knows she cannot interfere personally with our laws.”

“Perhaps that was Jebbin’s plan all along,” Torstein suggested. “He knew she would side with him and he knew that we couldn’t refuse any requests she may make. That crafty bastard has tricked us into involving her. If she does want to interfere we can do little to stop her.”

“Then what do you suggest?” Rayman asked. “We can’t ignore her now.”

“We could... not bring him with us.” Torstein tilted his head. “Leave him here as we go to the capital.”

“No. She asked specifically to bring him to Xerixes.” Rayman scowled. “If this is Jebbin’s plan we have already sprung it.”

“You never should have granted him his request.” Torstein frowned.

“We both wanted him to be innocent.” Rayman defended himself. “I wasn’t going to refuse him a chance to prove it.”

“Ugh,” Torstein growled. “It was still a mistake.”

“Duly noted. I understand your frustration but… we have to go to Xerixes now. Xerath would not look kindly on us if we refused his Queen’s request for an audience after graciously loaning us an entire city.”

“You have a good point.” Torstein sighed. “I will round up good men to accompany us to Xerixes then, in preparation for us to leave.”

“You’re staying here,” Rayman said.

“What?” Torstein whipped his head around in shock.

“The people need you here. With Jebbin and I out of the picture, you will take charge. The elders will back you. They will support you from the sidelines.”

“I see.” Torstein frowned. “If it came down to me or you going, why not you? You should be the one to stay. I am no leader.”

“Queen Cara has asked me to go. So I must.” Rayman shrugged. “I don’t like it either.”

“Damn Jebbin for forcing this,” Torstein shouted. “And damn you for going soft on him.”

“Do this for me. For us. For Vulkira.” Rayman ignored his last comment. “I haven’t the slightest idea what the Queen wants but I trust you out of anyone here to stay behind. You won’t be alone. The elders favor me and will do as I ask.”

“You did just lock up their own leader.” Torstein countered. “I’m not sure the elders will favor you after that.”

“I’ve already spoken to some,” Rayman said. “They are to keep it quiet but I told them of the evidence and none of them can deny it. Though they don’t believe it, they accept the need for a trial, however unorthodox it is to hold one in Xer’s capital.”

“You will not announce to the public of Jebbin’s treachery?” Torstein nodded. “I don’t know how long that will last after telling the elders.”

“I trust their promises,” Rayman said simply. “They have offered their full support while I am away and the elders also see the need to keep this as quiet as possible. Please, Torstein. You’re the only one I trust to keep everyone in line while I’m gone.”

“A-Alright.” Torstein frowned. “You better come back quickly.”

“Very good,” Rayman smirked. “I want you underway by morning.”

“Yes, sir.” Torstein bowed. “I’ll… enlist men that keep their mouths shut for you.”

“Thank you, General.” Rayman stuck out his arm.

Torstein hesitated a moment but clasped his arm with Rayman’s an instant later, “Good luck, sir.”

Part 3

Amira stalked to the door where the meeting room was, where two guards stood on watch outside. Rumors were stirring that Torstein and Jebbin were traveling to Xerixes and she wanted to join them.

“Excuse me? Rayman, sir?” she tapped on the door, hoping to find him in there.

“Come in.” a voice called.

Amira slowly opened the door and poked her head inside, getting a clear view of the room. It was empty except for Rayman who sat behind a desk writing something.

“Uhm.” she cleared her throat. “Sir. My name is Amira and I’ve heard rumors that the general is traveling to Xerixes in the morning.” she started but paused as he looked up at her with squinted eyes.

“Who are you?” Rayman leaned back. “I know you from somewhere.”

“Perhaps you’ve seen me in my clinic, sir. I am a physician.” Amira smiled. “My clinic is set up by the gate entrance.”

“Ah. ‘The Fiery Eyed Angel’.” Rayman smiled back. “You have done good work. It’s nice to finally meet you. On behalf of many who have received your spectacular treatment, I thank you for the work you do, especially for those in the military.”

“Thank you, sir.” Amira curtsied, her orange eyes locked on him.

A nickname for her had formed in the last month. ‘The Fiery Eyed Angel’ had been given to her because of her orange eyes and her ability to heal most wounds and remedy almost any illness and the name had stuck for whatever reason.

“What can I do for you, Miss Amira,” Rayman asked.

“To put it simply… I want to go to Xerixes with general Torstein.” Amira tried to be direct but her body language betrayed her.

“Why’s that?” Rayman raised an eyebrow.

“I-I want to. That’s why.” Amira’s annoyance rising. He didn’t need to know why she wanted to do anything.

“If you won’t tell me your reasoning then I’m afraid the answer is no,” Rayman said bluntly.

“Wha-” Amira started. “It’s personal.”

“What general Torstein is doing is personal.” Rayman shot back. “If you were to accompany him and his party to Xerixes I would need to know why first.”

Amira’s annoyance turned to anger and her nose flared in frustration. She always thought of Rayman as a kind man, though she had never met him before, he was a family man, generous and willing to help those in need. The man before her was someone entirely different.

“I-It’s embarrassing.” Amira lowered her head. “I want to go see someone there.”

“Oh?” Rayman smirked. “I see. I’m afraid I can’t just let anyone tag along just for them to visit their husband.”

“Husband?” Amira took a step back. “Y-you got the wrong idea.”

“Miss Amira.” Rayman sighed. “You have given me nothing to go off of so I have very little idea of your reasoning.”

“It’s King Erik.” Amira blurted out. “Before he left Nolvis, we had… a moment together. I want to go to Xerixes to see him.”

Rayman raised an eyebrow again in amusement, “A moment?” he smirked. “King Erik is not in Xerixes.”

“I wasn’t sure where he was but before he left he told me he was stopping in the capitol. So… I want to wait there for him.”

“I see.” Rayman tilted his head. “Very well. I will let you accompany me and my party."

Amira was taken aback by the sudden change in the conversation. Rayman’s flip to allow her confused her but she was grateful.

“Thank you, sir.” Amira curtsied again. “Wait… you? Not general Torstein?”

Rayman glanced up at her for the hundredth time, “General Torstein will be staying behind to manage things in my absence.”

“Really?” Amira squinted her eyes. “If you don’t mind me asking. What changed your mind?”

Rayman looked at her for a long moment, debating to speak or not, “My wife spoke of you. Well… not you specifically but of a woman, Erik had grown fond of. I didn’t know who that woman was until now.”

The room fell silent and Amira felt awkward from the pause, “Is there something else you’d like?” Rayman asked her.

“No… well, yes.” Amira bit her lip. “May I ask if you have any information on Erik’s whereabouts?”

“I’m afraid not.” Rayman sighed. “The last we heard from them, they had left Xerixes and were making their way to…” he trailed off. He paused, thinking about revealing the small amount of information he did have. “To Unari. They stopped at the border.”

“Unari?” Amira stepped forward, her tone worried. “Why would he go there?”

“I’m not at liberty to say.” Rayman lied. “This conversation never happened. Erik will return when he has his answers.”

“What answers?” she instantly asked.

“You ask a lot of questions for a conversation that never took place.” Rayman blankly stared at her. “We leave at dawn. I won’t wait up for you. Make sure you are ready.”

“I will.” Amira pulled back, composing herself.

“Good.” Rayman smiled fakely. “Now if that is all I am very busy.”

“Yes. Of course.” Amira curtsied for the last time and walked for the door.

“Before you go,” Rayman called to her at the door.

“Yes?” she turned toward him.

“I need your word, you will speak nothing of what we have spoken of or what you will see on our journey to Xerixes.” Rayman threw a cold stare at her. “Swear it.”

“I swear.” Amira tilted her head in confusion. “I am not one to gossip.”

Rayman raised an eyebrow and pursed his lips, “Let us hope so.”

“Is there anything else?” Amira asked.

“No. You may go.”

Amira sighed in relief after leaving the room, her heart was pounding for some reason. Whatever was going on with that man, she had dove headlong into it. Her desire to see Erik pushed her to do drastic things, however. Ever since his letters stopped coming, she had feared for his safety.

The thought had crossed her mind that he had grown bored of her and simply ceased writing her but it didn’t feel that way with his last letter. It was as if it were a goodbye, not one you would send to a woman you were interested in. Erik’s letters stopped abruptly which is why her worry had grown and her need to know what had happened. If he was safe or worse, dead.

If he wasn’t in Xerixes then she would go to Unari like Rayman had said and search for him there. Whatever the case, Amira was determined to track him down, unwilling to sit around and wait for him to return. Her feelings for him had grown and so had her curiosity about what he was doing.

She had to know why he had stopped writing her and her own letters had come back. If he wasn’t getting her own letters and he wasn’t writing to her anymore, she feared the worst.