Tag: Fiction

  • A Thousand years of Hope Ch 17

    Warning: There is NSFW content coming up ^_^

    At the Inter Clan Court in Anit’s Taesi, Amu led Cale and Eren through intricate hallways filled with ministry officials and peacekeepers. Cale held his aura tight, aware of the members of the Five Sentinels lurking in the shadows. They watched him with wary intentions. Cale understood their concerns. He was not an easy guest to have in such an independent place.

    Anit was cautious with his kind. He was sure the sentinels who watched him were from the most powerful of the Five Sentinel Houses. With a soft sigh, Cale stopped in the busy hallway. The scent of deception filled his nostrils in a delicious cloud. He closed his eyes and frowned.

    Deception, greed, and malicious intent. The combined scent was so rich, that it fed him almost as much as Tani’s century-old pain did.

    “Lord Cale,” Eren said, not daring to touch him.

    “What is it?” Amu asked, having noticed his pause. Amu walked back to stand next to Cale, studying him with interest.

    “Anit’s court is infected with an interesting calamity,” Cale said, opening his dark, dark eyes with a small smile. “The source is well hidden. I would need time to unravel the intricate web it has woven.”

    “How damaging is it?” Amu asked, looking around the busy hallways.

    Cale frowned, there were too many people, too many intentions, from city dwellers visiting the courts to complete legal processes to ministry officers going about their jobs. He truly needed time to unravel any hidden plot here.

    “This is not an easy blight. Meaning—”

    “The result of your search will lead to significant damage,” Eren said, concluding for Cale.

    Cale smiled at her and nodded.

    “We don’t have time for this right now,” Amu said. “The Inter Clan Court session is about to start. Perhaps we’ll glimpse what you sense among those who help govern the fox clan. Work on it from there.”

    “Mm,” Cale said, following Amu when he started walking forward.

    The stench of malice was high, filling the court halls, corrupting anything it touched.

    Cale wondered how such a deep calamity had slipped his notice. Then he frowned. This was his first entry into the Inter Clan Court in centuries. He had spent most of his time accompanying Tani Ryuzo in the mortal realm and managing his domain. He visited Sunu sometimes, but never Anit because she was estranged from Sunu.

    Otherwise, Cale would have visited her and discovered such a delicious development sooner. Fascinating!

    *****

    Kinon studied the wild vines growing in a wild riot in the Zona Forest. He took in the thickness of the vines crawling on massive tall trees, the vines as large as tree trunks. The leaves on the thick vines were a vibrant green, creating an intricate canopy.

    Sunu’s good fortune had sustained the wild vines, given them life, and turned them fruitful. Large yellow passion fruits hang on the lower branches. Kinon dared not pick any for a taste. It would be folly to eat fruit from a branch once touched by malice.

    A soft crunch of leaves alerted him to the presence of a second visitor.

    “I will not harm you,” Kinon said. “Reveal yourself.”

    Kinon waited for a heartbeat, and then a young beautiful woman with thick dark hair falling down her back emerged from behind a large tree. Her green eyes were enough to tell him she was from the fox clan.

    “Why are you here?” Kinon asked.

    “Lord Kinon,” she said. “I am Nela Bao from the Five Sentinels of the Fox Clan. My Lady has sent me to this forest to investigate why she faced a misfortune.”

    “Oh,” Kinon smiled.

    Anit and Sunu were truly of the same mind. Interesting.

    “May I ask Lord Kinon why you are here?”

    “Following similar instructions from my Lord,” Kinon answered.

    There was no need to conceal the task.

    “Then we are on the same quest, My Lord,” Nela said.

    “Lord Sunu has blessed these vibrant vines,” Kinon said. “They grow unfettered. Their fruit is abundant but dangerous. It is indeed a great thing to receive from Lord Sunu.”

    “Yes,” Nela agreed.

    “But what turned them so wild they needed the blessing?” Kinon asked.

    “My Lord,” Nela said. “My search started on the other side of the forest. I have found something you should see. Please come with me.”

    Nela turned and disappeared behind the large tree where she had emerged.

    Kinon gave the thriving vines one last glance, then he followed the young fox. He found Nela standing on top of a flat smooth boulder. The rock was large enough to support five, so Kinon joined her.

    The ground beyond the smooth boulder seemed to split into the earth. Rough slopes dotted with rocks led down to a rocky ravine. Scarce vegetation dotted the slopes, but the bottom was filled with jagged rocks.

    Nela stood staring at the bottom of the rocky ravine. Her gaze so intent, Kinon grew curious.

    “What do you want me to see, child?” Kinon asked.

    Nela pointed her finger to the bottom center of the rocky ravine.

    “The black rock growing in the middle of the ravine,” she said. “I am sure it is pulsing.”

    Kinon’s eyes turned gold as he assessed the large black rock in the middle of the ravine. The fox was right. The rock was unusual because it was no rock.

    “That is a black crystal. Quite an unusual occurrence in a forest filled with healthy soil,” Kinon said, frowning as he watched several sharp crystals multiply on the surface of the large black crystal. “It pulses because it is growing. How did you find it?”

    “I entered the Zona Forest from our Fox Clan lands. I followed the coordinates Lady Izuna gave me and found the rocky ravine first. There is a path leading along the edge of the slopes. Then, I noticed a powerful pull as I searched for the vines My Lady mentioned. I walked to this spot and noticed the rock.”

    “What does the pull feel like?”

    “Like a web that is reaching for my power,” Nela said, rubbing her right arm. “It gives me the same feeling Kara ot does when we are close to it or when it touches us. The web feels like it could drain everything I have inside me.”

    Kinon frowned.

    Perhaps Anit had encountered the same feeling then. The ravine might not have been as deep then, time-ravaged landscapes even in forests. She might have touched the black crystal in curiosity, and it would have weakened her enough to allow the branches on the other side to take control of her body.

    Kinon’s frown deepened as he watched the black crystal. The crystals on the top were multiplying at a rapid pace. Kinon’s eyes widened as one of them grew into a long thick crystal racing straight for the young fox. Kinon gripped her left arm and dragged her back, out of the searching crystal’s reach.

    He willed his firepower into a thick red barrier. The black crystal touched the barrier once and then returned to its mother.

    Kinon turned to study the young fox behind him.

    “Your fox blood triggers the black crystal,” Kinon said with a small smile. “It reacted to your presence here.”

    “I agree,” Nela said, shaking her head. “If the crystal touched Lady Anit, it is no wonder she was at a disadvantage.”

    “Looks like we have found the source,” Kinon said. “Now, we must manage the black crystal. You have done well, Nela Bao. The only ekho who can nullify such a strange occurrence is Lord Sunu. I will ask for his audience. His power may blind you if you’re not prepared. Shield your eyes when I call him.”

    “Yes, Lord Kinon,” Nela said, closing her eyes, and making Kinon smile at the trust she gave him.

    “Lord Sunu,” Kinon said, knowing the Immortal Lord would hear him and grant an audience.

    Sunu did not disappoint him. Blinding white light flooded the ravine on Kinon’s left side. Kinon placed his right palm over the fox’s eyes until Sunu solidified next to him.

    Sunu turned down the force of his power when he saw the trembling fox standing on Kinon’s right.

    “What did you find?” Sunu asked when the fox stopped shaking.

    “A black crystal that responds to fox blood grows in the middle of the ravine. It stinks of kara ot. The little fox says she found it because it calls to the power in her blood,” Kinon explained.

    “Fox blood,” Sunu frowned and looked at the pulsing black crystal embedded in the ground. He took one whiff and sighed.

    “Someone is breeding the destructive force of kara ot in a crystal for malicious intent. It seeks fox blood here because it has been trained to do so,” Sunu said. “Sahdrina’s suspicions have gained proof. How insidious. We need to discover more about the black crystal’s origin. Young lady, would you mind helping?”

    “Not at all,” Nela said with confidence, impressing Kinon. “Lady Izuna sent me for this purpose.”

    Sunu paused at the mention of his beloved. He gave Nela a profound look then turned away with a small smile that made Kinon grin.

    “We are certainly of the same mind,” Sunu said with a pleased nod.

    ****

    Tani and Dante stood under the shower as warm water cascaded down in a soothing force.

    Tani sunk his fingers into Dante’s hair, watching the long strands soak in the water, brown shades turned dark.

    Dante stood with his hands braced on the shower wall on each side of Tani.

    The water turned Dante’s skin slick but the most fascinating part was the steam that formed around Dante. The steam turned to a delicious mist that grew the more water fell on Dante’s body.

    Tani moved his hands to Dante’s shoulders. His lips curved into a smile when he felt the heat on Dante’s skin. He kneaded tense muscles on Dante’s shoulders and looked up to find Dante watching him.

    “You’re burning up,” Tani said, as he smoothed his fingers over Dante’s arms, the taut muscles enticing and so very beautiful.

    “It’s because of you,” Dante said with a smile. “You keep teasing me, tracing my skin and body with your hands. You’re heating my core.”

    Tani returned his smile and moved his hands to Dante’s chest. His right palm pressed against Dante’s heart. He closed his eyes when he felt Dante’s steady heartbeat. The pace was slightly elevated, excited, probably the reason why Dante’s skin felt so hot.

    Tani smiled wider and moved closer to Dante so that he could wrap his arms around Dante’s waist.

    “You, stop holding back. I want everything you are willing to give,” Tani said, pressing his chest to Dante’s hot skin. He loved the feel of Dante’s heat on his skin.

    Water continued to cascade around them.

    Then, Dante cupped Tani’s face with his hands and pushed him back against the wall. He captured Tani’s lips in a passionate kiss. Tani tightened his arms around Dante and sank into the pleasure of Dante’s kisses.

    Their kiss turned wild and deep. Tani shifted his hands, bringing both hands up to sink into Dante’s hair. He held on to him, moaning with delight and arousal. Tani loved Dante’s kisses so much. They were so sweet, a blend of teasing and promise and possession. Dante kissed like the fire warlock he was, filled with passion, raging with delicious carnal delight.

    Dante turned off the water in the shower. They stepped out of the shower, and Dante carried Tani to the bed and placed him on it, then joined in, his broad shoulders blotting out the light in the room as he came up over Tani.

    Panting, Tani opened his legs and took Dante between them, gripping Dante’s hips with his thighs even as he pushed on Dante’s shoulders. Dante rolled onto his back and Tani sat astride him, feeling obsessive and needy he ran his palms down Dante’s stomach, then took Dante’s penis in both hands and lowered himself onto it. The penetration was shocking, full and so hot. Fates, a deep hunger yawned inside him. A hunger he shoved deep inside every time he went without his beloved, but now he felt frenzied with want, unable to get enough of Dante’s length inside. He had waited so long, so long, he was filled with desperation to have, to feel Dante’s heat in him.

    Tani braced his hands on Dante’s chest and pressed his hips down, taking all of him. His breath shuddered between his lips. His body felt starved for Dante and now that hunger was released in an ungovernable flood. He rode Dante’s thick penis hard, moaning when Dante cupped his buttocks and squeezed. Tani rode him hard, Dante’s powerful hands shifted to grip his hips, grinding him down on him. Then Dante came hard inside him, his powerful body arching between Tani’s thighs, his seed filling him. The heat of it made Tani cry out in an intense climax.

    They dozed for a while, with Tani lying on top of Dante, one of Dante’s hands sinking into Tani’s damp hair. Tani woke to find their bedroom filled with darkness, night had fallen beyond the cottage. The afternoon was gone. Dante slept on, his penis soft.

    Tani waved his hand and the lamps in the corners turned on. He slithered down Dante’s body and conjured a warm washcloth from the bathroom. He cleaned Dante’s penis with care, wiping him down. Then he dropped the cloth on the floor and took Dante’s length into his mouth bathing Dante’s soft penis with the heat of his tongue. He smiled when he felt Dante wake, feeling him grow hard, so hard and hot, it was intoxicating. Tani kissed Dante’s hard length with delight and straddled him again. He mounted Dante’s length with a relieved sigh. The hours blurred.

    Dante gave his body generously, letting Tani take as he wanted, letting him chase his climaxes as he wished. Tireless, consuming, and so delicious, Tani let out a relieved cry when he came again. Dante gritted his teeth and fought his climax, not letting himself reach pleasure, remaining hard until Tani felt sated.

    Then, Tani gave in to the intoxicating enjoyment of Dante’s body. He stroked and caressed every inch of Dante’s body, his hands shaking with delight at the feel of Dante’s heated skin. He kissed Dante’s beard, his eyes, his ears, and his beautiful wonderful mouth. Then when he grew exhausted of taking Dante’s length, needing a few minutes rest, he trailed kisses all over Dante’s body, smiling because Dante was doing his best to keep his erection, fighting to control his climax despite Tani’s maddening kisses and caresses. Tani swirled lazily licked up and down his cock. Then he patted his tongue along the underside of Dante’s shaft before moving to the top and swallowing him down with ease.

    Dante let out a low sound of pleasure. Tani’s tongue slid around and over his cock with every stroke of his lips. He could feel the buildup in his balls growing. Tani was too good at what he was doing and he had been holding back too long. With a strained hoarse groan, Dante bolted upright, lifting Tani away and tumbling him onto his back. Dante mounted him, pushing his thighs wide.

    “You have had your way with me to your heart’s content,” Dante whispered, sliding his hard length into Tani. “My turn now, beloved.”

    Dante’s use of him was as thorough and consuming as Tani’s use of him. His thrusts hammered deep into him, over and over, until he came, his seed hot and molten inside Tani.

    Tani shifted, resting his heels on the curve of Dante’s buttocks. His arms wrapped around Dante’s shoulders, holding him as he shuddered and convulsed in pleasure.

    Dante pressed his length inside him, holding himself deep inside. His lips took Tani’s mouth, kissing him with passion. Tani’s hands slid over Dante’s back, caressing sweat-coated skin down to the small of Dante’s back. Dante broke their kiss with a moan as Tani cupped his palms over Dante’s buttocks.

    Tani let out a soft panting breath when Dante flexed his buttocks under his touch and started a slow thrust into him, driving them into another session of passion.

    Hours faded, and time stilled. Tani and Dante stayed locked in their passion. In a lucid moment, Dante felt something soft touch his shoulders, and he looked up to see fine gold dust on their bed.

    “Baby, we have gold dust raining down on us,” Dante said with a grin, holding out his hand to catch the beautiful shimmer of gold falling around them.

    “I-it is b-because of me,” Tani murmured, hiding his face in Dante’s chest. “I— mm—”

    Tani shivered and pressed closer to Dante.

    “It’s not gold dust,” Tani said.

    “What is it?” Dante asked, watching the gold specks sink into his skin and disappear.

    “Let’s call them good vibes,” Tani said, his tone shy as though he was expecting judgment. “It happens when I’m happy. I can’t help it.”

    Dante grinned and wrapped his arms around Tani tighter.

    “I hope I make you feel this happy often,” Dante murmured into his ear, making Tani chuckle with a hot blush coloring his cheeks. “I could use a good dose of good vibes every morning.”

    Tani smacked his shoulder, and Dante rolled them both over so that they could get up and clean up the mess they had made.

    After a long shower, they returned to the bed, changed the sheets, and slept wrapped in each other’s arms.

    ****

    Their passion had not faded two nights later. Dante loved how obsessed Tani was with his body. He loved it because there was nothing as mind-blowing as watching Tani come apart in orgasm at his touch, his kisses, and the thrust of his hard penis into him. Tani’s body felt primed for his touch, so sensitive to his caresses that Dante could not get enough.

    The third night came at the cabin in the apple orchard. Two dim lamps in the corners of the bedroom pushed back the shadows. The bed was neat again, the sheets fresh after Dante helped Tani change them an hour ago. They lay naked, skin to skin, limbs tangled, sharing caresses with lazy abandon. A white sheet tangled at their feet.

    Dante rested his head on Tani’s chest, eyes closed as Tani finger-combed his hair. It felt like heaven having reached this point, having this moment with Tani. The relief racing through his veins felt earned, needed, as though he had waited a thousand years to feel Tani’s comfort.

    Dante’s thoughts suddenly filled with the dream that woke him up minutes ago.

    Dante dreamt of Dane, the janissary, dressed in a full janissary uniform, which included the mask covering his face. Dane ran through a forest, his pace fast enough to stop anyone following him.

    Dante had been sure Dane was searching for the castle at the Elderwood Conservancy.

    When Dane did find the old castle, a sense of loss filled him when he saw the burnt tower at the entrance. Broken wood and soot covered the walls at the front tower, obviously caused by a fierce fire.

    Dane’s heart ached at the sight of the damage. The castle was empty when Dane made his way in, but what was even more disappointing was discovering the gutted bedroom Dane and Tani had used. Dane’s disappointment stabbed Dante so deep in his heart that it felt like a knife twisting his flesh.

    In the dream, Dane mourned that Tani was gone, and the women he protected were nowhere to be found to give him answers. The castle stood empty with no life, the old weavers who worked in the courtyard long gone, their looms broken to pieces.

    Dane stood in the middle of the overgrown courtyard and looked at the dark sky, tears filling his eyes. Then a noise distracted his sorrow, pulling him out of his misery, and when he turned around to see the source-

    Dante woke up with a gasp, his heart beating too fast at the experience. He had worried about not knowing what happened next.

    Dante shifted on the bed, his hands caressing Tani’s bare stomach, smiling when he caught the hitch of Tani’s breath at the caress.

    “Tani, will you tell me more about you?” Dante asked, needing to know.

    He suddenly wanted to know more about where Tani spent his time after they broke apart. This cottage was one place, but after the pain simmered and Tani could function, where else did he go?

    Did he ever consider returning to the Ekho Realm?

    Dante extended his right hand out and in pure marvel, stared at the strange gold mist that clung to his skin. He had noticed the gold mist when they took a shower a second time and Tani was wiping a towel down his stomach.

    “What do you want to know?” Tani asked, his voice soft, relaxed.

    “What is this gold mist attached to my aura?” Dante asked. “I’ve never seen it before. My aura has always been a fiery mix depending on my current temper. Pale white when it simmers low and snapping blue when I’m with rage. I have never seen this gold mist.”

    “You can see the gold mist?” Tani asked, his tone turning hopeful.

    “Yes, it’s hard not to when it appeared after we had insanely great sex,” Dante said, amused. “I think you forget I’m a warlock, Tani.

    “I—,” Tani started then stopped.

    “Tani,” Dante said, noting the hesitation in Tani’s tone. “I have read about us. I have heard from Great Gram’s diaries about us. I saw the many portraits in your hidden study. The dreams have been excruciating of late, but they are all from my perspective. So, please, tell me more about you. Why do I now wear a golden mist and what do you suffer while wearing these cuffs? I want to know everything. I will listen.”

    Tani let out a soft sigh, and then his fingers tightened in Dante’s hair for a moment, before he smoothed the strands in a gentle soothing caress.

    “Okay,” Tani said. “First, time moves slower in our Ekho Realm. A month in the Ekho Realm is a whole year in the mortal realm. Time in the mortal realm moves faster. We mark our achievements with unforgettable events in the Ekho Realm.”

    “So, you can say my life started as an unprecedented event, remarkable enough to mark a time for my relatives. Dante, I tell you this so you don’t shiver when I tell you my age,” Tani said with a small chuckle.

    “I’m not afraid to know, baby,” Dante said, his tone soothing.

    “Alright. My father is Sunu, Lord of the Immortal Clan,” Tani said. “My mother is Anit, Fox Goddess. These two powerful heads of clans created me some three thousand years ago in mortal years. They turned me into a hybrid and made me unique. When I was five hundred, a calamity befell my parents. My mother left my father’s citadel in the immortal clan’s lands and returned to the fox clan’s lands. She was heartbroken by the choice.”

    “Why did she return?” Dante asked. “Why did she take you away from your father?”

    “Clan politics,” Tani said. “I don’t fully understand how it started. All I know is that my mother had to return to take control of the fox clan lands, and the Septum pushed for it to keep the realm in balance. Uncle Amu, whom you met in your kitchen, would tell you more. It involves my family unit breaking. I’ve never wanted to know.”

    “Okay,” Dante said. “So, what happened when you moved to the fox clan lands?”

    “Anit took me to her family home and decided to raise me as the next fox lord,” Tani said. “The only problem was that my eyes were my father’s eyes. I had yet to learn how to hide my features. So, Anit saw Sunu every time she looked at me and could not handle the heartache. One day, I ran into the log house after playing outside eager to share my adventures with her and she screamed me out of her study.”

    “Anit’s raw power is earth-shattering, nature responds to her anger. I was young and had never seen her so angry. I did not expect her reaction,” Tani said. “Her anger scared me so much I cried myself to sleep for days wondering why she hated me.”

    Dante closed his eyes at the pain coloring Tani’s voice. The shock of a parent’s anger and pain would have been difficult to understand for a child. The rejection alone would have scarred Tani.

    “Uncle Amu decided our situation could only be fixed if we lived apart. He gained Anit’s permission and brought me to live here in the mortal realm,” Tani said with a smile in his voice.

    “I was excited about the change. I was only five hundred, which is like being a teenager here in the mortal realm. I lived in the wild forests on Aretias Island before it separated from the mainland. I played as hard as I wanted, oblivious to Anit’s grief and Sunu’s power in the immortal clan. I grew up wild with the wolves and the foxes in the forests. It was a quiet solitary life until I saved you from the pack of wild wolves.”

    “Why me?” Dante asked.

    Tani’s fingers stilled in Dante’s hair.

    “Your soul sang to mine,” Tani answered. “The more time we spent together, the more I received your care, attention, and love, the more I wanted to see you, feel you touch me, hold me. I fell in love with you. I wanted to take in your scent and taste you. You were my obsession. I loved you, Dante. Always have. I bound my soul to yours because it is what our kind do with those they love. We bond with each other.”

    “If you bond with each other, how does your mother live apart from your father?” Dante asked.

    “I don’t know,” Tani said, with a slight tremble. “I have stayed in this mortal realm for you because I could not leave you. How they manage to keep apart, I don’t know. I cannot pretend to know or understand their choices. I can only explain mine.”

    Dante reached for Tani’s right wrist and touched the heavy cuffs on his wrist. He studied the cuffs for a moment then asked the question they had both been ignoring for days.

    “What do you need from me to escape these cuffs?” Dante asked.

    “I—,”

    Tani stopped.

    “Are you afraid I won’t give it to you?” Dante asked, shifting so that he could lift his head and meet Tani’s wary gaze. “Is that why you haven’t told me what you want from me?”

    Tani closed his eyes to escape his questioning gaze.

    “Tell me, my love,” Dante said, leaning in to kiss Tani’s lips. He didn’t stop until Tani kissed him back. Dante sighed when he ended the kiss and found tears filling Tani’s beautiful eyes. “How will I know if you don’t tell me?”

    His heart squeezed tight when Tani’s tears slid into his hair.

    Dante waited for the answer he desperately needed. Painful relief flooded him when Tani gave him a small nod.

    Dante shifted higher on the bed, and got comfortable, facing Tani.

    “An ekho’s love bond is complicated,” Tani said, swallowing hard as he met Dante’s gaze. “Love between two ekhos is considered sacred because we share parts of our souls. It’s not done easily. When it happens, the ekho community is involved because it takes courage to do it.”

    “They call me a deviant because I chose to make such a bond with a human without telling anyone. Without preparation, or consent. I gave you half my soul. The gold mist you see in your aura is the proof.”

    “So, your punishment,” Dante said, finally understanding the family grimoire’s warning. “If I loved you in the same way you love me, I would give you half my soul too, making us whole. It would release you from your sentence.”

    “That is the theory,” Tani said with a slow nod, closing his eyes.

    “What happens to you when we break apart?” Dante asked, freezing when Tani opened his eyes in a panic. Dante stared into amber eyes.

    Tani studied him for a minute before he spoke.

    “Each cycle, you have started sharing a part of you with me,” Tani said. “Like you have since we met in the olive grove in your family’s vineyard. You healed me and filled me up with a sliver of your soul. You kissed me here in this cabin and gave me another. And just now when we made love…”

    Dante waited with bated breath at the revelation.

    “You fill me with hope,” Tani said, shaking his head. “And when you turn away from me to choose Viola, you take them back. You take them from me and leave me empty again. It breaks me apart, Dante. Each time, it breaks me. I could barely get through the last cycle after you left me so empty. So, this cycle, I tried to stay away because I wanted to escape that pain. The pain of losing hope again. I figured if it was over anyway, then I might as well get used to it—”

    “I’m sorry,” Dante said, pulling Tani into his arms. He buried his face into Tani’s shoulder, held him tight, and closed his eyes. “Tani, I’m sorry you had to live through that loss.”

    “I’m not telling you my experiences to hear you apologize to me,” Tani said, shaking his head. “My love is selfish. It has tied your soul to mine for centuries. I am not…good. Simply selfish in love.”

    Tani chuckled and reached up to caress Dante’s right cheek, pressing his right hand to Dante’s cheek.

    “Let’s say I’ve loved every minute of indulging in my love for you. I don’t regret any minute spent with you, then and now, Dante. I love you. I have loved you for a long time. I always will love you.”

    Dante stared at Tani, feeling the remnants of the ice around his heart melt away. His heart trembled, squeezing tight as he realized he would not be able to live without Tani. He suddenly understood Dane’s panic in the dream. The thought of entering Tani’s Elderwood and finding it empty scared him.

    So, he spoke his promise too.

    “I love you too,” Dante said making a solemn promise, knowing it was truth in his heart because he had not loved another all his life. Not even Viola who had tried her best to mine love out of him. “Do you believe me?”

    Tani tried to move out of his embrace, but Dante held him tighter.

    Dante pressed his forehead into Tani’s shoulder and kissed the soft skin on the curve of his neck and shoulder.

    “Yüreğimde sonsuz bir ateş yaktın. Sen ihtiyacım olan her şeysin,” Dante murmured, honoring the intense desire inside him to connect with Tani, to protect him, to keep him for the rest of his life. You have ignited an eternal fire in my heart. You are everything I need.

    Dante’s words rang in Tani’s head, a spell sparking to life. Fire exploded in his body, racing through Tani’s veins using the conduits Dante once used to heal him. Tani wrapped his arms around Dante, lying skin to skin, Tani opened his eyes to find Dante watching him.

    “What are you doing?” Tani asked, his voice shaky as power flooded him in a steady beat.

    “What I feel I must,” Dante said with a wide smile then he kissed Tani with a desperation he could not define.

    He would not be Dane who ran back in a panic after making a bad decision. Only to find his love gone. No, he would fight for Tani with everything he had.

    Dante decided he would fight with everything fate had given him and that included what he had the power to give. He smiled as he felt the gold mist aura around him shift, wrapping tighter around him. A soft gasp escaped his lips when a soft ball of fire filled his heart, it burned hot, then left him and sank into Tani’s chest.

    Tani tightened his arms around him in response.

    Tani broke their kiss with a soft surprised cry. Worried, Dante looked at him and stared when he saw Tani’s amber eyes fill with the gold light he remembered from the olive grove. Tani’s fingers dug into his back and he smiled when Tani looked at him with shocked eyes.

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  • Blades of Ashes Ch 7-2

    Raithion entered the palace but did not go to find Soriel first. He went to the commandery offices and found Haedor having a meeting with the team of legion inspectors responsible for investigating the case in the palace.
    “Your Highness,” Haedor said in greeting. The legion inspectors all saluted Raithion when he entered the large office.
    “At ease,” Raithion said and moved to take the chair behind the desk. “Give me an update.”
    “Two days ago, Princess Soriel found a dead palace maid in her closet,” Haedor said. “She was fast in her thinking. She sealed her room and called Lord Maenaer. It allowed us to take over the scene and the body.”
    “What have you found?” Raithion asked, his fists clenched into fists at the thought of the shock Soriel had faced.
    “The palace maid died of poisoning,” Haedor said. “Lieutenant Volker followed up with the coroner at the palace morgue. The poison used was belladonna.”
    “Belladonna is a forbidden herb within the palace walls,” Raithion said.
    “Yes,” Haedor agreed. “Someone must have smuggled it in.”
    Raithion shook his head and sat back, staring at his legion officers.
    “Where was the palace maid assigned to work?” Raithion asked.
    “She is not on any roster,” Volker said. “We have combed through the month’s list ledgers and cannot find her usual post.”
    “Every attendant in the palace has a task to complete. Otherwise, they are not meant to be in the palace,” Raithion said, holding Volker’s gaze. “It is not that she is not on the list ledger. It is that the list she is on is missing. Find the missing ledger.”
    “Yes, Your Highness,” Volker said, tapping his partner on the shoulder. They left the office to complete the task.
    “What else?” Raithion asked.
    “The girl’s family has scattered,” Haedor said. “I have two legion officers on the task, but we may need more.”
    “The poison could have originated from their residence,” Raithion said. “Add in four more.”
    Haedor pointed to four legion officers who got up and left after a swift salute.
    “Where is Kailu?” Raithion asked.
    “He is working on the inside of the palace,” Haedor said. “I had him join Princess Soriel’s guard. Your father gave him a token from Basileus Dio that allows him to move around the palace without restriction. He will reach out if he discovers something new.”
    Raithion nodded, satisfied that most of the work was half done.
    “I want to see this girl,” Raithion said, standing up. “Then I’ll visit Soriel.”
    “I’ll take you to the morgue,” Haedor said, leaving the commandery office. “Did you succeed?”
    “Yes,” Raithion said as they walked along the vast corridors of the palace, headed to the back buildings where the morgue was located. “It wasn’t easy, but he is safe.”
    “For now,” Haedor said.
    “Yes,” Raithion nodded. “I’ve set safeguards to help protect him in case of trouble.”
    “What happened to him was a tragedy,” Haedor said.
    “No, it was a betrayal orchestrated by my father,” Raithion said, self-loathing filling his heart. “I was unable to do anything for him. I owe him for a broken promise.”
    Haedor sighed and did not comment.
    They stepped outside and found themselves in the back gardens of the palace. The palace morgue was built in the farthest corner of the vast imperial property. They needed horses to get there. Haedor’s assistant met them with a pair of horses. The ride to the morgue was fast.
    The head coroner received them with a solemn face. He saluted Raithion, acknowledging his new status in the palace.
    “Report your findings to His Highness,” Haedor said when they stood before the dead girl’s corpse. She was wrapped in a white shroud and lying on a slab of ice. Her body was clean and ready for burial as soon as Raithion ended the investigation.
    “We have meticulously documented everything we found on her. I’ll state the obvious first,” the head coroner said. “She died of poisoning. The contents of her stomach include a peach blossom cake. Our poison tests show that this peach blossom cake is the source of the poison.”
    “How long have you worked in the palace?” Raithion asked the coroner. He looked older, already in his fifties.
    “Fifteen years,” the head coroner answered.
    “Do you recognize her?” Raithion asked.
    “No,” the head coroner said. “But that is not unusual. My place of work is not auspicious. I run into palace maids who work in the outer wings of the palace or in the kitchen where we get our meals.”
    “So, would you say she is someone who works in the inner palace?” Haedor asked.
    “Yes,” the head coroner said, touching her folded uniform. “The fabric of this uniform is the answer. Expensive silk and embroidery accents are found on palace maids working in the inner palace.”
    “She is not on any roster,” Haedor said.
    “Then, she works for someone with enough authority to make her existence disappear,” Raithion guessed.
    “Don’t burden me with such information, I like my head on my shoulders,” the coroner said. “Let me finish my report.”
    Raithion hid a smile at the head coroner’s will to survive. He spent most of his morning hours listening to updates from the head coroner, who documented all the palace maid’s injuries before and after death.

    ***

    Raithion visited Soriel in the afternoon. He needed to change and dress in a formal uniform to enter the inner palace and meet with the soon-to-be Basilinna. The process allowed him to clear his thoughts. The case facing them was simple yet complex.
    On the surface, a girl was poisoned with belladonna, and her body was hidden in Soriel’s chambers. The palace guard commandery should solve the crime and bring the culprit to face justice.
    Hidden, in this case, was the girl’s true identity. Her clothes belonged to the inner palace, which meant she was under the control of the Dowager Basilinna Olneth, Dio’s mother. He doubted Dio’s grandmother and aunt would want to harm Dio’s bride. Still, perhaps someone in their households worked for Olneth.
    Why Olneth? Raithion frowned.
    His father had evidence that the Dowager Basilinna wanted the power to control the throne. Which meant taking control of the newest Basilinna. She had tried to get Gesi Ajai’s daughter in place, but since that failed, she wanted a way to control Soriel by placing Soriel in the middle of a murder case.
    Raithion smirked. Let’s see you try to control a Maenaer.
    An attendant led Raithion to Rose Hall, Soriel’s residence when he was ready. He was not surprised to find Dio waiting with Soriel when he arrived.
    Soriel looked beautiful in a long gold dress, the skirts shimmering in the sunlight. Her hair was brushed to perfection and restrained by golden leaves in the form of a crown. She looked lovely in her royal clothes. She sat in an armchair, her hands resting on her lap.
    Raithion noted how hard she had to work at not running to hug him. She visibly clenched her hands on her lap and smiled at him.
    “Your Highness,” She said with a demure tone, her gaze shifting to Dio before she smiled at Raithion. “You have returned.”
    “Yes, and I received your message,” Raithion said. “Are you alright?”
    “Of course she’s alright,” Dio said, getting up from the couch to stand next to Soriel. “Why wouldn’t she be?”
    Raithion held his sister’s gaze, ignoring Dio’s comment.
    Soriel’s brown eyes were filled with mischief. Her lips twitched, fighting a smile as she held his gaze and he sighed in relief. At least they had not broken his sister’s spirit. It would be a tragedy if Soriel turned into an uppity highborn lady.
    “How long are you going to keep pretending?” Raithion asked.
    Soriel scowled at him, then to Dio’s surprise, she bolted out of the chair and raced to hug Raithion. Jumping on him with her usual energy, she kissed his left cheek and wrapped her arms around his neck.
    Raithion held her tight, hugging her back.
    “What took you so long? Lord Haedor would not tell me where you were,” Soriel complained. “Everyone in this place wants me to start calling you Your Highness. Even Pa keeps repeating the same things. It’s been so difficult. Are you really a Commandery Prince?”
    “I will always be Raith to you, Little Bird,” Raithion said.
    “Oh thank the fates,” Soriel said with relief. She held on for a moment longer, then let go and he set her on her feet. “Where did you go?”
    “To fulfill a promise,” Raithion said, adjusting Soriel’s crown on her head. It was askew. “I like your crown, Basilinna Soriel.”
    Soriel turned to glance at Dio who had taken her seat. She shrugged and looked at Raithion.
    “He’s a good man,” Soriel said, her voice low. “I like him and want him to be my husband. Will you accept him the way you took in Nori’s Hujan?”
    “I think he has to take us in,” Raithion said, pressing his index finger into her right cheek. “He’s the Basileus.”
    “What a powerless position,” Soriel said, shaking her head. “He’s in trouble in this place. Someone dared to plot against us with a dead girl. It’s disgusting. He helped me escape the worst.”
    “Did he?” Raithion’s brow rose in surprise and glanced at Dio, who watched them with avid interest.
    “Yes,” Soriel said, taking his right hand. She squeezed it and smiled up at him. “He sent his aunt to neutralize the Dowager Basilinna’s lecture. She saved me from an investigation.”
    Soriel tugged at his hand, her expression full of expectation and pleading. She was talking for her new husband and it irked him.
    Raithion fought a scowl and tightened his hold on Soriel’s hand. He led her to the couch and made her sit next to him.
    “Raith,” Soriel started.
    “I’ve heard it,” Raithion said, squeezing her hand. “Now, it’s my turn. There’s more to agree on before I commit.”
    Soriel nodded and remained obediently next to him.
    Satisfied with Soriel’s response, Raithion met Dio’s gaze and felt a wide chasm of anger and frustration open up inside him.
    “I’m angry with you, Basileus Dio. I can’t explain what your machinations with my father cost me,” Raithion said. “You’ve made me break a promise to someone important, and now I have no way to restore the break.”
    Soriel squeezed his left arm, but he ignored her.
    Raithion met Dio’s gaze. “I always keep my word, and you made me break it.”
    “Is this about the Sura?” Dio asked, his tone solemn to match.
    Raithion clenched his jaw, his hands in fists on his knees.
    “They did not deserve such a betrayal,” Raithion gritted out.
    “I agree,” Dio said. “I feel the same guilt you do, Raithion. But I have no power to protect them.”
    “You’re the Basileus.”
    “One with fractured wings,” Dio said. “I wish I could spread them and envelope everyone in my kingdom with protection, but I can’t. I have constraints placed upon me by court ministers with more power than I. I would save the Sura if I could. It pains me to have no power to change this truth.”
    “If you cannot protect others, how do you plan to protect Soriel?” Raithion asked.
    Dio fell silent and it was his turn to clench his fists on his lap.
    “No harm will come to her on my watch,” Dio said.
    “You can’t make that promise,” Raithion shook his head. “A dead body in her chambers is already enough of a threat. It could have been her.”
    Soriel gasped beside him, and Raithion sighed as he realized she had not thought of it.
    Dio’s gaze remained on Soriel for another minute, then he stared at the floor, his jaw clenched.
    Soriel squeezed Raithion’s left arm, she moved, getting up and walking over to Dio’s side. Raithion frowned when she turned and faced him, turning them into a unit. His little sister had grown up and dared to love a powerless Basileus.
    Raithion sighed.
    “Raithion,” Dio said. “I will do my best to protect Soriel. I will do everything to ensure nothing happens to her in my palace, including moving into Rose Hall. I’m begging for your support.”
    Raithion frowned at the plea.
    “No need to beg, little bird is by your side,” Raithion said, meeting Soriel’s hopeful gaze. “I have no choice but to give you support to make sure she survives. But, before I agree to help, I need a promise.”
    “Raith,” Soriel started to protest.
    “No,” Dio said, taking Soriel’s hand. “I will give the promise.”
    “You don’t know what kind of promise,” Soriel said.
    “It will be reasonable,” Dio said, smiling at Raithion. “Go ahead.”
    “The Sura Clan,” Raithion said. “I want to protect them. I also want the chance to clear their reputation when the time comes.”
    “Why?” Dio asked.
    “That is my business,” Raitihon said. “But if you must know, count it as helping me fulfill the promise you made me break.”
    Dio held Raithion’s gaze for a moment longer, then nodded.
    “You’ll have full rights over the forged silver coin case when it is time. The Sura Clan is your burden.”
    “Good,” Raithion said, standing up, eager to leave. “I’ll take control of their manor in the capital and hold it under the Commandery Prince’s authority.”
    Dio nodded without protest.
    “What about the belladonna poisoned palace maid? ” Dio asked.
    “You received the reports from the morgue,” Raithion said, standing in the middle of the room. His gaze was on Soriel. “How many enemies can you have in this palace, Basileus Dio? The one you had to defend my sister from is the culprit.”
    Dio scoffed.
    “Of course, you would know the truth with one glance. I have to say the Maenaer family is not easy to manage. What do you plan to do? My aunt placed the work of bringing this case to court on your shoulders.”
    “Well, since we all know the culprit, we’ll have to play the entertaining drama she has planned. Don’t worry. I will make sure no one ever thinks of framing my sister with poison again.”
    “Somehow, hearing you say that relieves me,” Dio said with a grin.
    “I have to go,” Raithion said, turning to leave.
    “Raith,” Soriel said, drawing his attention.
    Raithion paused, turning to look at her. She still stood next to Dio.
    They made an interesting picture.
    Soriel with her sweet beauty, jet black hair long to her waist, and a royal gold dress that shimmered in the afternoon light. Dio dressed in a long white royal coat with gold embroidery sat in an armchair facing Raithion. They looked perfect together, but their union was weak. Dio needed more strength to protect his new wife.
    “Visit us often,” Soriel said. “I missed you these last few days.”
    “I’ll try,” Raithion said, winked at her then left.
    He was in a rush to seal the home Marius Doriel used to call home. He wanted Azula to find it intact when he returned. If he ever returned.

    ***

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    Chapter One

    Niran Shin
    Niran Shin was only fifteen when his world shattered.

    His father’s death hit like a storm, sudden and ruthless, tearing away the ground beneath his feet. The mourners offered empty condolences, muttering, “It happens,” as though losing a father was just another inconvenience.

    Niran refused to swallow their hollow words. The sadness that lodged itself in his chest refused to be tempered. Instead, it morphed into something darker, more volatile—a burning ambition laced with the bitter taste of revenge.

    This fire that ignited within him could not be extinguished.

    Niran embraced it, allowing the flames to consume every part of him until they left no room for anything else. Revenge became his only guiding star, a beacon he followed with unwavering resolve. His father had been taken from him, and Niran was determined to make the world answer for that loss.

    Dragon Shin was no saint. To the outside world, he was a feared gang boss—a man whose name was spoken in hushed whispers and whose hands were stained with the blood of countless sins. The world saw him as a violent criminal, a dirty gangster who deserved nothing more than the cold ground that now cradled his body.

    But to Niran, Dragon was more than the violent legend; he was his father, and that unbreakable bond demanded justice.

    Dragon’s life was a tale of survival. Born in the grimy depths of Camfield City, in the Kingdom of Aeras, he had clawed his way up from nothing. His mother, a sex worker, had no means to give him a future, so Dragon carved one out of the only thing he knew—violence.

    By fourteen, he had risen to the top of the thieving gang he joined, leading the street urchins who once mocked his ambition. His hunger for power grew alongside the number of mouths he fed, and by twenty-five, Dragon had a firm grip on Camfield’s vibrant black market. He ran a gang known as Shino and commanded respect through fear, and even the police, despite their disdain, were forced to disregard his operations.

    Wealth followed power, and with it came enemies. But Dragon, ever the fighter, met every threat with unmatched brutality. He became a figure of nightmares, a man no one dared to cross.

    Then, in a twist of fate, Dragon met a woman who would become his anchor. Stacy, an orphan who had known the same harsh streets, was everything Dragon was not—gentle, kind, and a beacon of calm in his stormy life. He fell in love with her quiet strength and married her to protect the life they created together.

    For Stacy, Dragon built a sanctuary, a sprawling twenty-acre estate in the serene hills of Camfield, far removed from the chaos of his world. Their marriage was a small, intimate affair, attended only by the most trusted members of Shino.

    In this sanctuary, the happy couple found a semblance of happiness that Dragon fiercely guarded from the darkness that clung to him.

    When Stacy bore him a son, Niran, Dragon’s love for his family became an obsession. He taught Niran everything—navigating their lives duality and understanding their world’s beauty and horror. Dragon drilled into Niran the importance of power and the need to protect those you love, even if it meant wielding an iron will.

    Stacy watched with quiet sorrow as Dragon molded their son into a reflection of himself, knowing that her husband’s legacy was both a blessing and a curse.

    The summer Niran turned fifteen, Dragon decided to take his family on a luxury cruise. They sailed along the Riviera, stopping at picturesque coastal towns, where Stacy and Niran would explore and indulge in simple pleasures. But Dragon, always the vigilant boss, stayed behind on the yacht, conducting his affairs from the safety of his floating fortress.

    Everything unraveled on a sunlit Sunday. Stacy and Niran had spent the day in Barcelona; their hearts light with the joy of discovery. But that joy turned to ice when they returned to the yacht to find Dragon and his entire security detail slaughtered.

    Stacy tried to shield Niran from the carnage, but the boy was too fast, too desperate to see for himself. He ran through the yacht, his breath catching in his throat, until he found his father’s lifeless body floating in the pool on the top deck. The scream that tore from Niran’s throat was one of pure anguish, the sound of a soul being ripped apart.

    The funeral was a blur of faces and whispers.

    Niran barely registered the pitying glances, the greedy looks of those who saw his father’s death as an opportunity. They spoke of Dragon with disdain, as though his death was deserved, as though his life had meant nothing. But to Niran, those words were knives in his heart. His father had been a giant, and now that giant was gone, leaving a void that threatened to swallow him whole.

    Stacy, broken by grief and the weight of Dragon’s legacy, crumbled under the pressure. She tried to protect what remained of their lives, but the enemies that circled them were relentless.

    Niran watched helplessly as trusted allies turned their backs, as the vultures closed in to pick apart the remains of his father’s empire. But Niran was not his mother. He would not bend or break.

    At seventeen, he sought out his father’s most loyal men, those who had risen from the dirt alongside Dragon. He made promises, deals that he knew would bind them to him, and he waited. He waited for the day he would take back what was rightfully his.

    On his eighteenth birthday, just after midnight, Niran took control of his father’s estate. With the help of Jaran, Dragon’s most trusted lawyer, Niran secured their family home and embarked on a path of vengeance that would leave no stone unturned.

    Niran began by dismantling the life of Mayor Christos, the corrupt official who had preyed on his mother’s vulnerability, forcing her to give up a considerable amount of Dragon’s wealth in the form of corrupt charges of unpaid taxes.

    Niran exposed Christos’s misdeeds to the public, ensuring his swift downfall. But that was only the beginning. Niran turned his attention to those who had betrayed his father, systematically destroying their businesses, reducing their lives to rubble without spilling a single drop of blood.

    The fear of Niran’s wrath spread like wildfire through the ranks of the Shino Gang. In their desperation to save themselves, the disloyal members turned on each other, igniting a bloody gang war that ravaged Camfield City for a year and a half. The police, powerless to stop the violence, could only watch as the streets ran red with the consequences of corruption.

    In the aftermath of the carnage, Niran emerged as the undisputed leader of what remained of his father’s empire. But he did not seek to rebuild the Shino Gang.

    Instead, he dismantled the gang’s strongholds brick by brick until nothing was left. Then, with Jaran’s guidance, Niran transformed the remnants of Dragon’s legacy into a legitimate business empire.

    Niran founded Keta Group, turning his father’s fifteen remaining clubs into thriving enterprises. He used the profits to expand his business into owning hotels, residential real estate, and selling construction materials, slowly building up a flourishing empire of his own.

    Despite his success, Niran’s heart remained cold, his soul scarred by the loss of his father. He ruled Keta Group with an iron fist, his gaze always focused on the goal that had driven him since he was a boy—protecting what was his, no matter the cost.

    Niran had no room for love, not even when a scheming woman drugged him, seduced him, and bore him a son. He took in the child but cast the woman aside without a second thought.

    His fifteen-year-old son, Doryu, grew up in the shadow of a father as distant as he was formidable, believing that Niran was more dragon than man.

    As the years passed, Niran became a man shaped by fire and loss, a force to be reckoned with in Camfield City.

    At thirty-seven, Niran regained his father’s wealth, protected his mother, son, and family home with an iron will, and built a business empire that even the most powerful dared not challenge.

    However, beneath the surface, the flames of his revenge still burned, refusing to be extinguished until the day he could finally lay his father’s ghost to rest. Niran Shin still hoped to solve his father’s murder. His search for the truth continued, even as he had cleaned up his father’s old gang. He still wanted to know who murdered Dragon Shin.

    Who had taken the initiative to slay a dragon in his lair?

    This question kept Niran awake most nights.

    The investigator in charge of the murder case lost hope after five years went by with no new clues.

    Niran worked at keeping his hope burning. He managed all the evidence of his father’s case with utmost care through his family lawyer, Jaran Wilde.

    Jaran managed the investigation and updated any new findings as they were discovered.

    Twenty-two years was a long time to wait for an answer, but Niran did not grow tired. He continued to hope that he would meet the villain who set his life on such a tailspin.


    On a sunny Tuesday morning in May, Niran made a rare morning visit to the exclusive club he owned in Camfield’s most affluent neighborhood.

    Komorebi was his pride and joy.

    Niran conducted his discrete projects within Komorebi’s walls, ensuring the club was as private as possible.

    The club’s members, a mix of aristocrats and business moguls, were carefully chosen from the elite across the Kingdom of Aeras, and they often provided unprecedented entertainment and infinite use.

    Everything within Komorebi was useful to Niran Shin, who genuinely enjoyed spending time in the club.

    Sitting in a private dining room, Niran enjoyed a late breakfast and leisurely sipped coffee when his business managers walked in.

    “Morning, Niran,” Tyler Parker said, leading the way to the dining table for six.

    Niran invited them to join him with his left hand.

    “It’s rare to meet here on a Tuesday,” Rune Samran said as he sat at the table and accepted the menu from the butler. “May I ask what the occasion is?”

    “Jaran called,” Niran said, sitting back to look out the windows.

    The backyard was free of guests today. The green grass shone in the bright spring atmosphere, the landscape cascading in a sea of green and trimmed bushes to a distant forest. The grounds were often used for scenic grand occasions.

    Komorebi’s grounds were a secret, sought-after venue for elite weddings. The grand occasions brought in good money, but Niran was grateful for the peace on a Tuesday morning.

    A knock on the door came, and Niran gave up the scenery in time to see Jaran Wilde walk into the dining room, followed by his son, Dylan.

    Jaran was turning seventy-five in three months, and he wanted his son to take over the private law firm he had grown through the years.

    Niran took in Jaran’s white hair and wondered if his father would have the same shade if he had lived long enough.

    “Niran, sorry we are late,” Jaran said, pausing to shake hands with Rune and Tyler before he came around the table to Niran. “We stopped to collect the necessary documents from the committee at Camfield City Hall.”

    Niran pushed his chair back and stood.

    Jaran was the only man Niran ever made concessions for. The man was old enough to be his father and had guided Niran often as a father would.

    Niran pulled out a chair to his right for Jaran and only sat when the older man settled.

    “Dylan,” Niran said, acknowledging Jaran’s son, as he pushed his empty coffee to the side, ready for the meeting.

    “Mr. Shin,” Dylan said, sitting next to his father.

    The butler was already coordinating meals for Niran’s guests. His staff moved silently around the dining table, pouring coffee and bringing plates of hot food and water for Jaran.

    “What documents?” Tyler asked as he stirred sugar into his coffee.

    “The Camfield Project approval and bidding guidelines,” Jaran said, making Tyler and Rune shout happily.

    “That’s good news,” Niran smiled. “I’m glad the mayor’s committee has finally approved the project.”

    The Camfield Project was a proposal to build an Olympic-sized stadium with a shopping mall in the city of Camfield. The stadium would encourage commerce in the region, as the town was already a significant business hub for the Kingdom of Aeras.

    “Unfortunately, the project is a political development,” Jaran said, folding his arms against his chest, as Dylan distributed the folders to Niran, Tyler, and Rune.

    Niran placed his folder to the side. He would read it with care when he got home.

    “There will be a massive backlash if things go wrong,” Jaran said. “The most important part of building this project is sourcing the materials used for construction. Each item needs to be authentic and sourced fairly and without dispute. Otherwise, controversies will ruin progress.”

    “Keta Group has a strong construction background with our steel company,” Rune said. “We can source materials with minimal issues. With the company’s reputation, no one will dare to dispute—”

    “There is an obstacle,” Dylan said. “The Camfield Project Committee insists on a selective tendering process. They are targeting companies that have completed similar projects before. They have invited four companies to the tendering process.”

    “Fair enough,” Rune said, meeting Niran’s gaze. “It is true we have not completed such a major project before. However, we can attach Keta Steel to the winning bid. Who is on the list?”

    “Two foreign firms,” Jaran said. “One local to Camfield City, Rivenrose Construction, which the Millenrose family owns. The list finishes with Apico Industries. This is a recent addition. Apico is based in the minor city of Delbury. All four companies have one month to submit their bids.”

    “Why Apico? Delbury is not a large city. Why would the Camfield Project include them?” Tyler asked.

    “Apico is a construction and restoration company. They might have their headquarters in Delbury, but they competed and won the tender to complete the Capital Palace renovations three years ago,” Dylan said, reading from the tablet before him.

    “Apico Industries has an impressive list of architects and construction professionals. Their work is impeccable. Thanks to their work on the Capital Palace, the company is pulling in billions in sales worldwide. The man at the helm is Kaleo Rana,” Dylan said. “Mr. Rana is a structural engineer turned businessman.”

    “Interesting,” Rune said. “Do you have more information about him?”

    “His company profile shows a diversified portfolio. Apico is not his only company. He founded MinErrands at eighteen, the profits allowed him to enter the real estate industry. Mr. Rana started Apico Industries at twenty-two and has worked as Apico’s CEO for eight years. The company has propelled him into billionaire status. The company’s numbers are quite strong,” Dylan said, reaching for a glass of water to take a sip.

    “Kaleo Rana,” Niran murmured.

    The name sparked a sense of recognition, though he could not quite place the source. It was on the fringe of his memory.

    “We hope Millenrose wins the bid,” Rune said, pulling Niran’s attention away from the mystery.

    “Why?” Niran asked.

    “Rivenrose is a Camfield City company, which gives us easy access,” Rune said. “We know Brandon Millenrose. I believe he is a member of Komorebi.”

    “Hm.” Niran nodded.

    Rune was right.

    Club members would offer Keta Steel business, and business from the Camfield City Project would mean millions in contracts.

    Niran could not see any problem with the decision.

    “Still,” Niran said, meeting Jaran’s warning gaze. “Keep your ears on the ground. In case there is a problem. We don’t want to expose ourselves to trouble.”

    “Dylan,” Jaran said, looking at his son. “Work with Rune and Tyler as you navigate this deal. Whoever wins the bid should be able to provide a supply contract to Keta Steel.”

    “We’ll work on it,” Dylan said with a nod.

    Niran nodded in approval and listened as the four gentlemen worked through a few more decisions managing Keta Group businesses across the kingdom. When business ended, the breakfast meal concluded.

    “I need a few minutes alone,” Jaran told Niran.

    Tyler, Rune, and Dylan got up, pushing their chairs back.

    “Call me when you need me,” Niran told Tyler and Rune.

    They both nodded and headed out.

    “Dylan, stay,” Niran ordered when Jaran’s son started to leave, too. “If you’re taking over your father’s law firm, there is no need to keep this from you.”

    “Yes, Sir,” Dylan said, closing the door.

    The action was interrupted when a tall man with dark hair entered the dining room.

    Dylan glanced at Niran.

    “It’s okay,” Niran said as he smiled at his bodyguard. “Close the door, Rasul.”


    Kaleo Rana drank the expensive liquor the wait staff had delivered hours ago with relish. His brain filled with thoughts of his ex-boyfriend.

    “Ex-boyfriend,” Kaleo scoffed as he tipped the bottle and drank deep. “Dares to make me call him my ex.”

    He shook his head and looked around the beautiful suite of rooms at Komorebi. They were leased to Brandon Millenrose.

    Kaleo was here because he had come out to meet Brandon for the week. Only to discover that his so-called boyfriend was cheating on him with a legitimate fiancé.

    A beautiful brunette doctor whose family supported Brandon’s family in the corporate world. Their families had planned a wedding and wanted the cute couple to make babies for the next generation.

    Kaleo tipped the liquor bottle and drank deeper, hoping to drown the sting of betrayal crawling through his veins. He could not believe Brandon Millenrose had dared tell him to keep their relationship secret for the sake of his fiancé.

    Kaleo was to hide away their so-called relationship and stop coming to Komorebi and Camfield City.

    “Like a dirty secret,” Kaleo slurred, dropping the empty bottle.

    The loud crash on the marble floors felt satisfying. He wanted more of the sound, so he looked around the room and grinned when he saw a silver baseball bat tucked into the corner of the sitting area. Brandon liked playing and kept a bat for convenience.

    Kaleo crossed the room on bare feet, his shirt disheveled and stumbling from drinking too much. He took up the baseball bat and chuckled.

    The bastard waited to have sex with him last night and this morning before he broke off their relationship after a shared breakfast.

    Shaking his head at the disgust rising, he swung the baseball bat and hit a ceramic vase on a tall stool. The resulting crash made him giggle with satisfaction, so he turned to the glass coffee table closest to him and let his rage loose.


    Rasul closed the door and joined Niran, Jaran, and Dylan at the dining table. The butler and his staff had retreated. The dining room was secure.

    “Go ahead,” Niran said, meeting Jaran’s weary gaze. “What have you found?”

    “As you know, we have reconstructed your father’s last day down to the meals he ordered for his staff,” Jaran said. “While you were on land with your mother, he conducted numerous business meetings. Most people who talked to him have given us information on his business dealings.”

    “Yes,” Niran nodded, getting up to pace to the windows. “We have never had a problem finding out what he was selling or buying during those hours. I need to know which of these business associates decided to take my father’s life.”

    “Well,” Jaran said with a soft sigh. “One of our investigators may have uncovered a rivalry between Shin and an English business jackal. Someone who wanted control of the Camfield City docks to gain a foothold in the kingdom. Shin stood in the way.”

    “Who?” Niran asked, turning to look at Jaran. “Why would they need to fight my father when all they needed was to make a good offer, and he would have taken the deal?”

    “I’m handing you speculation,” Jaran said, shaking his head, his shoulders slumped with exhaustion. This search had not been easy on him.

    “What makes you think there is a rival we don’t know?” Rasul asked, leaning his hands on the table as he studied Jaran.

    “Have you heard of Shawick?” Jaran asked

    “Shawick,” Dylan said, his tone thoughtful. “It is a new shipping company bringing in goods from the East.”

    “Yes,” Jaran said with a nod. “Shawick is an old company. They are new to the kingdom. The investigator claims they reached out to your father before he died. Dragon refused to partner with them because they were unknown. Your father did not want to deal with someone he could not control. Shawick is rumored to be owned by an Englishman named Gordon. Our investigator says there are rumors that Gordon is looking to enter Camfield city again.”

    “Oh?” Niran scoffed and folded his arms against his chest. “A rat is looking for a way into the city without my permission.”

    “Perhaps,” Jaran said. “Perhaps not, this is all speculation. Rumors are not as good as proof. Still, if Shawick did reach out to Shin and failed, then…it’s the first solid starting point we have had for a while.”

    The Camfield docks had long fallen into Niran’s control.

    Niran had built strong alliances with the shipping businesses at the docks, invested in some, and owned others. If someone wanted in, he would have heard about it.

    If he had not heard about it and it was happening anyway, this presented a delicious challenge. It was rare to face a challenge these days.

    “Focus all our resources on Shawick,” Niran said. “I want to know everything about them and Gordon. If something is hidden between Gordon and my father, I want to know what it is. Rasul, investigate why the docks have not reported a problem.”

    “Yes, boss,” Rasul said, pushing off the table, winking at a wary Dylan. He reached the door and stepped out but returned minutes later.

    “Oh, I forgot to mention. Boss, there is an issue on the second level.”

    “What kind of issue?” Niran asked with a frown.

    “One of the guests has taken a bat to the furniture. The butler is wondering what should be done,” Rasul said.

    Niran scoffed.

    “Who dares to damage my property?”


    Chapter 2

    Kaleo Rana

    When Kaleo Rana hired Liam Rivers eight years ago, Kaleo called him an administrator at Apico Industries.

    Liam always thought that being an administrator meant helping manage the largest construction company in Delbury. The job came with a substantial paycheck, more than enough to manage his life expenses and invest in a healthy nest egg for his retirement years.

    Liam especially loved the perks of being Apico’s Administrator. He got to travel with Kaleo, Kaleo Rana’s personal dresser managed his wardrobe, and he got exclusive soccer season box tickets to watch the Delbury City Eagles. The tickets were hard to come by, so Liam loved that he could get them because of his job.

    However.

    There were times when even his love for soccer and season box tickets could not win over how crazy his job description had gotten. One would think an administrator was meant to spend his time behind a desk at Apico Industries managing the company affairs.

    But no, that would be too easy a requirement.

    Apico had grown into a monstrosity in the minor city of Delbury. Much of this growth was thanks to the company’s CEO and largest shareholder, Kaleo Rana.

    Kaleo was both smart and unhinged. Crazy and sane at the same time. Though Kaleo hid his insanity quite well when he met clients, and investors, only his closest family knew he could turn crazy in a second.

    Liam shivered at the thought of Kaleo’s strange personality and sighed when his phone buzzed. He reached for it from his pocket and checked the message from Kaleo’s lawyer.

    We have a problem. Someone has placed two of the properties owned by Blue Dahlia on the market. Is your boss trying to liquidate the little company he uses to manage his family’s finances?’

    Liam frowned and glanced at the driver who was speeding along the busy streets of the Kingdom of Aeras’s second busiest city, Camfield.

    They were in search of Kaleo who had left his office at three in the afternoon yesterday. It was now almost ten in the morning and Kaleo had yet to resurface.

    Apico Industries was presenting an important business proposal in seventy-two hours. The proposal’s project manager needed Kaleo’s input and approhttps://leesuilanwrites.com/2024/12/07/bold-desires-excerpts/val but the boss was missing. When the boss was missing, it was Liam’s responsibility to find Kaleo and save the day.

    The only clue to Kaleo’s disappearance was his on and off relationship with a businessman in Camfield City. Kaleo’s security team insisted he should check out their lovers’ hideaway first before panicking.

    Liam hoped the security team was right and he would find Kaleo.

    Liam frowned as he reread the message from Kaleo’s lawyer again.

    “Who would dare to sell Blue Dahlia properties?” Liam asked, and dialed Kaleo’s lawyer.

    “You read my message.”

    “Are you saying someone has listed Blue Dahlia properties?” Liam asked.

    “Where are you?”

    “I can’t tell you, Yaya,” Liam said, glancing out the tinted windows of the black Mercedes.

    The driver was pulling up to a grand white building in an upscale neighborhood. The valet waiting at the entrance opened the car door for Liam and he got off, still on the phone.

    “When you find your boss, tell him the properties on sale service Dahlia’s finances,” Yaya said. “He will want to know.”

    “Damn it, must be about the divorce,” Liam said, as he entered the exclusive club only open to members. He paused at the lobby, his gaze on the receptionist waiting to receive him. “Kaleo has not authorized the sale of any properties owned by the little company. You manage this until I get back to you.”

    “Alright,” Yaya said. “Call me if you need help.”

    “I always do,” Liam said, and ended the call. He met the expectant receptionist’s gaze. “I’m here for Mr. Rana.”

    Liam retrieved his business card from his wallet and gave it to the receptionist. She moved around the receptionist desk made of fine wood and swiped his card over a scanner. He waited a moment, then the card machine beeped and the door behind the desk opened.

    “Welcome to Komorebi,” the receptionist said, handing Liam his card. “You’ll find Mr. Rana in his usual place.”

    “Thank you,” Liam said, breathing out in relief.

    He had taken the flight to Camfield after searching for Kaleo all over Delbury City. The security team seemed sure Kaleo would be here, but Liam had been unsure.

    Komorebi was an exclusive club owned by a powerful Camfield City businessman. Membership was by invite only. Kaleo had gained an invite through his on and off boyfriend, Brandon Millenrose. Their relationship was tedious and toxic.

    Liam could not define the reasons why Kaleo insisted on holding on to Brandon, but it was not his place to judge his boss. He could only manage the consequences of Kaleo’s encounters with Brandon.

    Liam put away his card and entered the exclusive world only accessible to the kingdom’s elite.

    The owner of Komorebi had a deep love for Baroque Italian design. Marble statues and expensive art lined the walls, making the first floor of the club feel like an old-world museum. Cozy armchairs arranged in discrete spots in the space invited guests to sit for a drink, relax, and take in the artwork and statues on the walls. Companions could have intimate conversations without disturbance. A more dedicated bar space was situated to the far left of the building.

    Liam crossed to the grand staircase.

    Brandon Millenrose had a suite of rooms on the second level of the club. He liked spending time with Kaleo away from prying eyes. They had somehow kept their relationship private and out of the press. The only people who knew about Kaleo and Brandon were Liam and Kaleo’s security team boss.

    Liam doubted anyone on Brandon’s side knew about Kaleo. The bastard kept the relationship too secret, leaning on Kaleo to handle the secrecy.

    Liam rushed up the stairs with a sigh and found the door to the private suite easy enough.

    The door was slightly ajar.

    Liam paused, nervous about interrupting Kaleo’s time with Brandon. But then, he heard a harsh sob and the sound of glass breaking.

    Liam pushed the door open, his eyes widening with alarm. He stopped and stared in shock as Kaleo held a metallic baseball bat, swinging it over a glass shelf in the furthest corner of the suite.

    Kaleo hit the glass shelf multiple times with all the force he could muster.

    Kaleo’s five feet nine inches height shook with each swing. He looked disheveled. His white shirt unbuttoned, and his dark trousers had no belt. His dark hair was wet with sweat, and his cheeks were stained red.

    Liam started to step into the room when he noticed that Kaleo wore no shoes and there was glass debris all around him.

    “Don’t interrupt him.” An amused male voice stopped him.

    Liam turned to his right and frowned when he saw the tall man leaning on the wall right by the door. He wore a neat, tailored dark suit, his arms crossed against his chest as he watched Kaleo. His dark shoulder-length hair was combed back, away from his face, revealing an intense expression. His features sharp and well-defined, in a harsh masculine beauty.

    Liam’s frown deepened when the tall man glanced at him for a split second, and worry slammed into him at the intensity of blue eyes.

    “What is your name?”

    “Liam.”

    “Who are you to him?”

    “His business administrator,” Liam said, handing over his business card. “If you have any grievances against my boss, I’ll manage it. I promise he won’t mind fixing the damage.”

    The stranger studied his card with a small smile, then smiled wide.

    “Apico Industries?”

    Liam felt a trace of worry race down his spine.

    “Yes,” Liam said, taking back his card when the other man handed it back. “I hope we are still guaranteed privacy—”

    “Oh, yes. Komorebi guards all its patrons’ secrets.”

    Liam fought back his frustration as he realized the stranger had not introduced himself and had no intention to. Komorebi’s privacy policy was useful, but it was also very frustrating.

    “Your boss has impressed me. This is the first time someone has dared damage my property without a second thought and no sense of remorse.”

    “We are willing to compensate for the damage,” Liam said, his gaze straying to Kaleo who was now tiring himself as he smashed the last of the glass shelf.

    Kaleo’s bad habits were frightening. Frustration triggered the worst of it. Kaleo could break down a glass house in a fit of anger, if allowed.

    The first time Liam found him raging with a baseball bat, he had been in shock. Kaleo had broken several pieces of furniture with a baseball bat in his office until they turned into splintered wood.

    Liam often worried his boss would one day lose his mind and hit him with the baseball bat. He shuddered at the thought. Well, he had yet to find Kaleo beating up on someone, so he could judge himself as relatively safe. He could not speak for the furniture though.

    Liam bit back a sigh.

    It looked like Kaleo’s temper was about to get them banned from entering Komorebi.


    Niran smiled as he watched Kaleo Rana descend into unadulterated rage. He was beautiful to watch. Describing him did not do Kaleo justice—slim build, average height, black hair. But the way he swung the baseball bat in his hands, with the force of Thor taking down a forest, the rage inside him burbling hard and threatening to explode his body into tiny bits. It was like he was the strongest man in the world, and the most vulnerable.

    Niran wanted to walk over and pull him into his arms, soothe the rage with a deep kiss that would set them both on fire. He grinned at the thought and tightened his arms against his chest, unwilling to stop Kaleo until the fury burned out.


    Kaleo broke the glass shelf to pieces, exhausting all his energy and the anger boiling inside him. The pain was challenging to digest. No matter the form, it reeked of discomfort.

    Heartbreak and breakups were the most inane, self-inflicted types of pain in existence. It should be easy to avoid them, but…

    Kaleo lifted the silver baseball bat he held and smashed the last glass shelves with delight. The glass cracked and crunched, and he nodded with satisfaction. He broke the pieces on the floor with more force, using up strength and a fraction of his anger and annoyance.

    He still could not believe his newly minted ex-boyfriend had dared to cheat on him. He was the undisputed prince of casual dating, and an idiot had dared walk into his world and decided to cheat on him.

    “Fuck!” Kaleo threw the silver baseball bat on the ground and dug his fingers into his sweat-slicked hair. He stepped back and missed stepping on a shard of glass by an inch.

    A worried gasp filled the room, but he paid it no mind.

    Instead, Kaleo looked around at the distraction he had caused, and a sense of satisfaction filled him, erasing the hole Brandon Millenrose left inside him when he walked out earlier. He had no idea what he expected dating Millenrose, but heartbreak was not on his menu.

    Shaking his head, he took in the chaos of broken glass and let it soothe a small part of his anger.

    Taking a deep breath, Kaleo let it out and glanced toward the door.

    Kaleo paused when he saw the tall man in a neat dark suit leaning on the wall, arms crossed against his chest. He looked older, maybe at the tail-end of his thirties. The beard on his chiseled jaw was dusted with some gray. His gaze was thrilling, so intense and handsome, Kaleo stared.

    Damn, it is illegal to look that sexy, Daddy. So dangerous. Making me wish I could kiss you to forget fucking Brandon is so unfair right now.

    Kaleo met intense blue eyes and his heart squeezed tight in his chest.

    “What?”

    “You’ve ruined my shelves.”

    “Did I?” Kaleo stared at the broken glass around him and nodded in agreement. “I have. Sorry. I’ll replace them.”

    “Is that all you have to say?”

    “What else?” Kaleo asked and started to turn.

    “Stop.”

    The order came out in a deep, forbidding voice.

    Kaleo stopped. It was difficult to ignore the authority in the one word.

    Kaleo frowned. He liked the bossy tone that Sexy Daddy used. Glancing at the stranger, Kaleo placed his hands at his waist and smiled.

    “You like ordering people around, don’t you?” Kaleo asked, frowning when the stranger’s figure wavered.

    He cursed under his breath and blinked, shaking his head to clear his vision.

    “I may have drunk more than I planned,” Kaleo murmured. “The bourbon was delicious. This place always has the best liquor.”

    The stranger pushed off the wall, and the move was so seamless that it reminded Kaleo of a hunting jaguar. A trace of unease raced down his spine, and he started to step forward. He brought his right foot down on a piece of glass, but powerful arms lifted him before the shard could cut his foot.

    Kaleo sighed and closed his eyes as the motion made him dizzy.

    “You’re too dangerous,” Kaleo murmured as the stranger carried him to a comfortable couch on the opposite side of the room.

    “You’re unhinged,” the stranger said as he arranged a pillow under Kaleo’s head. “Your temper has caught my attention. I don’t know whether you’ll be happy about it.”

    Kaleo frowned and started to reach for the man’s gorgeous burgundy tie, but then the bourbon won. He closed his eyes, ready to sink into sleep.

    Then, the whisper of pain brought him back from the abyss.

    “Don’t let Brandon Millenrose in here,” Kaleo said, gripping the stranger’s shirt collar. “He broke a promise. I don’t want to see him again.”

    “Done,” the stranger said, and the decisive promise filled Kaleo with infinite comfort.

    Kaleo nodded and closed his eyes, sinking into sleep, feeling much lighter than he had a few hours before.


    Bold Desire by Suilan Lee

    Status: Coming Soon
    The first time Niran Shin meets him, Kaleo Ran a is having a meltdown of epic proportions. Breaking glass shelves with a baseball bat after a terrible breakup. Niran Shin loves Kaleo’s vibrant personality, but their worlds seem too far apart. Niran is on a path of vengeance and has no desire to pull Kaleo into his world.

    Then, a villain asks Niran for a favor that places Kaleo’s life in danger, and Niran has no choice but to pull Kaleo into his world. A world full of dark secrets that threaten their future together. Will Kaleo ever choose him?


  • Blades of Ashes Ch 5-3

    Arc 1 – The Case of the Forged Silver Coins

    Ch 5-3

    Night came down on Azula like a hammer. His family’s existence burned down to ashes, returning to nothing. No rain fell, and the night breeze was warm and almost comforting. The moonlight was bright.

    Thanks to Sennin, Azula had found Alise and Juya in a remote warehouse where Sura Clan members were boarding carriages and heading to the Naga State Port. When their mother boarded a carriage with Juya’s family, Alise insisted on finding their father.

    So, the four of them took horses, taking advantage of the night to head to the magistrate’s compound in their district. Juya had a contact he was paying who would show them a way into the prisons to visit Marius, Yemin, and all the other Sura Clan members who were under arrest.

    However, when they found the contact, the man led them to the district morgue and asked them to identify the Sura Clan bodies lying on countless mats in the open space inside.

    At first, it felt like a bad dream until Azula recognized his father’s distinctive hair clip. It held several braids crafted by his mother. Azula had crafted the silver clip and gifted it to Marius as a birthday gift two years ago. Their father had worn it every day since.

    “No.”

    Azula wasn’t aware of the words leaving his lips as he jumped over his fallen clans’ men to the pallet where his father lay. A white sheet covered his face. Azula pulled it down, half hoping he was wrong, but then he stared at his father’s face, and the world crashed.

    *****

    Raithion found Azula too late. It was right before dawn, the moonlight fading to give way to the sun. Raithion had raced through the Doriel Manor when he saw smoke rising in the backyard. He stopped at the open back door when he saw the large fire burning in the middle of the back courtyard.

    Azula knelt on the ground in their family’s back courtyard. He wore white robes. His hair was without braids and turned a strange black color. The messy strands fell down his back in disarray.

    Next to Azula was a young woman who had also dyed her hair black. She wore a white dress and seemed unresponsive. She knelt next to her brother, staring at the large funeral pyre that was burning away.

    Two men hovered next to the two siblings. Their gazes were wary when they caught sight of Raithion and Haedor, who stood behind him.

    ****

    “We should go, Azula,” Sennin said. “Let’s go back to the Sura Island. You and your sister will be enough to give our people a way forward and to rebuild. We’ll survive this.”

    “How?” Azula asked his gaze on the burning funeral pyre, his father’s remains burned to ash, reduced to nothing.

    “Step by step, breath by breath, Azula. We will gain back what our family has lost. Build a strong foundation so that we don’t fall this hard again. You are your parents’ son. I know you can help us rebuild. But we need to leave here,” Juya said. “Your sister needs you now.”

    Azula closed his eyes, trying to take in Juya’s words. They sounded like a dream. A dream he did not think he could bring to life. Opening his eyes, he stared at the funeral pyre where his father and Alise’s betrothed, Yemin, burned.

    Alise had fainted the moment she saw Yemin’s body. Her reaction was so strong that they needed a healer to help wake her up. So, Juya and Sennin were looking to Azula for decisions.

    He could barely believe his father’s death. Marius Doriel was dead.

    Azula let that truth sink in for the duration of his father’s cremation. He kept kneeling until the fires cooled, and only the ashes of twenty-eight Sura Clan members remained. Sennin was resourceful. He put Marius and Yemin’s ashes in different bags and brought them to Azula and Alise. Alise held the white cloth bag tight, hugging it to her chest. Juya and Sennin worked fast, packing away the other twenty-six ashes and labeling each one carefully for transport.

    Azula waited on his knees. He untied the white cloth bag and stared at his father’s ashes. He dipped his right thumb into the ashes and brought the pad to his forehead, making a large black dot.

    “I vow to protect our clan, Pa. They will never suffer injustice again,” Azula said. “I’ll find out who did this to you and Yemin. I, Azula, will see to it.”

    “We’re ready,” Sennin said, coming to help Azula up while Juya helped Alise to her feet.

    Azula tightened the tie on the bag he held and turned away from the spent fires. The manor was no use anymore. If it was up to him he would burn the place down, but there was much he did not understand yet. Maybe his father had left a clue here. He had no time to look at it now, but maybe later…much later, he would return to see.

    Azula paused when he saw Raithion standing by the back door, staring at him in the fading moonlight. Anger rose up so hot it threatened to drown him. Sennin’s grip on his left arm tightened to restrain his reaction.

    “We can’t touch him,” Sennin reminded him.

    Azula nodded and kept walking, aware of his sister, who was still listless. Juya was guiding her into the manor. They would not stop. The carriage Azula had brought with him would carry them back to the port. No one knew whose it was, so they would not be stopped.

    Azula walked up the short steps to the back door and froze when Raithion blocked his way.

    “Azula.”

    “Get lost,” Azula said, his voice barely above a whisper.

    “I’m sorry,” Raithion said. “I’m really sorry that I was late. I—”

    “Get lost!” Azula shouted now, his voice gaining strength. “You broke your promises. I thought you were going to protect us, but instead…instead—”

    Azula gripped his father’s ashes and shook his head, tears spilling down his cheeks. He looked up and met Raithion’s distressed green eyes.

    “Those blades I gave you, consider them blades of doom,” Azula said, barely able to hide his hatred of all that Raithion stood for. “Draeya General, you wield nothing but blades of ashes. I never want to see you again. Get lost!”

    Azula pushed Raithion away with his right hand and continued into the house, walking fast. Sennin followed behind him, and Azula’s tears fell faster as they stepped out the front door. Sennin led him out of the manor’s compound and into the carriage. A carriage that was meant to bring hope to his people was now packed with ashes and his unresponsive sister.

    Azula broke into hard sobs as he hugged his father’s ashes and wondered what the Sura Clan had done to deserve so much tragedy.

    ****

    Later in the afternoon, Gesi Ajai stood beside his wife in their great room, watching Thanir and Silveren Maenaer lead their eldest son, Raithion, into the room. They came to a stop before him and his wife and exchanged pleasantries.

    Basileus Dio and Soriel Maenaer followed behind the trio. Their hands were clasped tight, and a happy glow wrapped around the couple. The new imperial couple was engaged to be married in a week’s time.

    Their union was to be blessed by the Grand Dowager herself.

    Gesi had never thought there would be another making plans to wed the Basileus to a powerful house. Had he known the Grand Dowager had more power than Dio’s mother, he would have approached her instead.

    It’s too bad he missed out on the Basileus.

    However, he did not suffer any losses this time.

    The finance minister was no longer a threat thanks to his careful plans. Gesi Ajai anticipated the Basileus would appoint him to the Finance Ministry in the coming weeks, as for the Sura Clan. The Counterfeit Inspectors Unit had done its job. Scaring everyone in the capital into giving up business with the prosperous clan. The Sura were suspected of forging silver, thanks to the ore samples, coin molds, and the Sura transport carriages discovered in their busiest workshop. The evidence was not enough to convict Marius Doriel and his clan members, but the torture they received in the interrogation had led to death. Leaving the case closed and the Sura Clan exiled from the capital.

    Gesi was satisfied for now.

    Plus, his daughter marrying the Basileus’s brother-in-law was an added bonus.

    After all, thanks to Basileus Dio’s marriage to Soriel Maenaer, Raithion had risen in the ranks of nobility. He was a Commandery Prince, a title Gesi Ajai could not hope to understand how it had been crafted. He could only assume the Grand Dowager was getting on in years.

    Either way, it meant Raithion Maenaer had access to the kingdom’s armies and weapons. He could command an army to defend the kingdom, which meant his wife would have some power in his domain.

    Gesi smiled with glee.

    Perhaps fate was helping his ambitions.

    Gesi squeezed his wife’s arm, urging her to accept the engagement letter Silveren Maenaer held out to them. Benira stepped forward and took the letter with a graceful curtsy.

    “I accept the engagement of our children,” Benira Ajai said with a cordial smile as she rose up and met Silveren’s kind gaze. “May my daughter find happiness by your son’s side.”

    “I’m glad,” Silveren said, then held her right hand to Naeri Ajai.

    ****

    Naeri was apprehensive as she took Silveren’s hand. Her gaze was wary when she stole a look at a quiet Raithion.

    “Welcome to the Maenaer House, daughter,” Silveren said as she pulled Naeri into a tight motherly hug.

    Naeri loved Silveren’s warmth and hoped they would be good friends as the years came. Silveren held her right hand as she introduced her to Thanir Maenaer and Raithion.

    Raithion was so handsome that her heart fluttered with excitement at the sight of him. He was so tall, too, with green eyes and dark hair. She blushed at the thought of him kissing her. He stood tall, untouched by the events happening around him.

    Naeri frowned when it was time to toast their engagement.

    Raithion was cold through the short ceremony of their engagement. She tried to smile at him more than once, but his gaze remained indifferent, even as he hooked his right arm with hers to sip from his goblet for their toast.

    Naeri worried she was marrying an iceberg.

    What fate was this her father had bought her?

    ****

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  • Blades of Ashes Ch 5 – 2

    Arc 1- The Case of the Forged Silver Coins

    Chapter 5-2

    Raithion sat on the side bench on Azula’s left. He sat straight, his arms crossed against his chest, and his eyes closed. He tuned his senses to the pace of the carriage as it moved and listened to the rhythm of the horses his legion officers were using, memorizing the pace.

    “My older sister packed beef jerky for me. She’s always afraid I’ll starve during a journey. Would you like to try some? It is well cured,” Azula said, breaking his concentration.

    “Not now,” Raithion said, opening his eyes to find Azula holding the beef jerky in a cute wooden container.

    “Suit yourself,” Azula said, eating with a pleased smile.

    Raithion wondered how he could be so carefree.

    Raithion watched Azula chew on his beef jerky for a while. A frown creased his forehead as he wondered how Azula could be so relaxed. He was not at all worried that he was taking on a fight that may lead to his death.

    What the hell was with Azula Doriel? Why was he so maddening?

    ****

    The carriage offered a comfortable ride. It was not cramped, but with only two passengers, that was expected. Azula was glad to discover his carriage design was quite good. Maybe they could offer a cheaper version of the model for sale in time.

    “Do you live on the Sura Island all the time?” Raithion asked, interrupting Azula’s thoughts.

    “Yes,” Azula said, studying Alva’s packed food. He liked the beef jerky, but now that he had had a taste, he could not eat the sweet dried mangoes. It would make the taste in his mouth strange. He closed the lid on the container and placed it on the bench beside him.

    “Where is Chief Doriel?” Raithion asked.

    “My parents live in the capital,” Azula said. “My sister travels between the island and the capital every three weeks. She keeps us together.”

    “Your older sister will be the next chief, right?” Raithion asked.

    “That’s the plan,” Azula said with a happy nod. “My parents must travel to the Sura Island for the ceremony. The crowning ceremony for a new chief is considered sacred and is done when the new chief decides to marry. Alise has chosen a partner, but she has not stated an intent to marry him yet.”

    “Ah,” Raithion nodded in understanding. “Everyone in the capital knows that the Sura Clan has the most yearly weddings. Your father is always hosting marriage ceremonies every weekend.”

    “More pairs mean our numbers will grow the clan,” Azula said.

    “Why don’t you live in the capital?” Raithion asked.

    “Pa says I am too unruly for the civilized streets of Genad,” Azula said with a smirk.

    “I agree,” Raithion said without hesitation.

    Azula scowled at him.

    “Actually, I prefer the wildness of our home island. I would rather swim in the lake near our home and climb the steep slopes of Sura Mountain or work in the workshop forging metal into useful tools than be in the capital.”

    “We’re alike in that perspective,” Raithion nodded.

    “Where do you prefer to live?” Azula asked.

    “In our family home in Draeya County,” Raithion said. “Our home is also near a lake and we have a lot of family living in the area. Every time I return, it feels like my heart is lighter.”

    “What do you do when you’re not in the army camp?” Azula asked.

    “I raise war horses and work with wood to make furniture and tools,” Raithion said with a smile. “I also like to fish for naughty prey playing in the water. If I’m lucky, I can save them from being in trouble.”

    Azula noted the pointed look Raithion gave him and threw the last piece of the beef jerky he was eating at him.

    Raithion caught it mid-air with practiced ease. He took a bite and nodded in approval.

    “The jerky tastes good,” Raithion said.

    “Mm, my sister is very good at curing meat.”

    “Alise?”

    “Not Alise,” Azula said, shaking his head. “I have another sister, not related to me called Alva. She takes care of our family home. She’s the one who makes the jerky. Do you have sisters, General Raith?”

    “I do, two sisters younger than me,” Raithion said. “They are my closest family…”

    “You smile when you talk about your sisters,” Azula noted with a grin.

    “I can’t help it,” Raithion said with a nod. “Noriel had her wedding days ago, and Soriel is twenty this year. She is still too young. We’re all hoping she accompanies our parents for another year or two. By then, I will have discovered what kind of man Soriel wants to marry.”

    “General Raith, I did not know you would be a doting big brother,” Azula said with a happy chuckle.

    “I can’t hide it,” Raithion said. “Our mother blessed them both with unprecedented beauty. I’ve had to fight off unwanted suitors for a time. This task grows tougher as they grow older and their beauty intensifies.”

    “What a good big brother they have,” Azula said with a happy laugh. “If I tried to chase suitors for Alise, she would bash me with the hefty stone she carries on her belt. I’ll be sure to tell her about you and your ideas.”

    ****

    It was three days after Dio Adertha officiated the Draug wedding. Noriel and her new husband would visit her parents’ house to thank them for the ceremony and show they were getting along in their new married life.

    “Lord Draug has already sent word to his parents’ in-law,” Theod Dorn reported. “He will bring his wife to Marquis Draeya’s manor for the lunch hour meal tomorrow, and they will stay the night and leave the next day.”

    “I want to visit with them,” Dio said. “Make preparations for me to leave the palace unnoticed tomorrow.”

    “I’ll plan for it,” Theod said, looking around Dio’s private office.

    Dio took the opportunity to take him in. Theod Dorn was in his late fifties and head of the palace guard. Theod made sure Dio was safe at all times. He quite literally trusted Theod with his life.

    Over the years, Theod had turned into a reliable confidant. He had helped Dio get through the difficult transition of power after Basileus Rokas died. There was nothing more dangerous than a hostile palace. Dio frowned, thinking about his ambitious mother.

    The Dowager Basilinna had secrets that worried Dio. Secrets he could not dig into yet, until his freedom was secure. It was taking everything he had to stay out of her clutches.

    “Your Majesty,” Theo said. “Dowager Basilinna met Lord Gesi Ajai’s daughter two days ago. The meeting was disguised as a visit to one of her oldest friends in the capital. Thanks to the two legion officers Marquis Draeya gave us, we followed her and discovered the formal meeting. Dowager Basilinna had Lady Ajai pour her a cup of tea in the introduction. The Dowager will find a way for you to meet the girl and propose an engagement.”

    “My grandmother is opposed to the match,” Dio said, sitting back in his chair. “For the same reasons, I’m opposed to Gesi Ajai gaining more power in my court. My aunt Sanan is my strongest backing in the Imperial Diet. The owner of Rose Hall will be someone I love, not some woman my mother wants to consolidate her Witia power.”

    “It’s easier said than done,” Theod said.

    “Yes,” Dio agreed. “So, I’m going to gamble. If I can make a better match before my mother’s proposal is heard, her bid with the Imperial Diet will fail.”

    “Is this why you are choosing Maenaer?” Theod asked.

    Dio studied the jade ring on his right thumb, then smiled.

    “My father sent me a powerful chess piece, complete with a private army. They are strong and loyal to each other. To the Maenaer home, their blood, and their house’s ambitions.”

    “Thanir Maenaer does have ambition burning in his eyes,” Theod nodded. “His son has a different kind of energy. Raithion Maenaer invests in the property his father gave him in Draeya County. Anyone looking into him will see he hopes to return there to live a quiet life.”

    “I’m afraid I cannot let him,” Dio said. “I don’t want to let him go. I want to keep Raithion Maenaer close. To do that, I need to marry his little sister.”

    Theod nodded but made no comment on Dio’s thinking.

    Dio glanced at Theod and found him frowning.

    “What? Am I cruel in your eyes for plotting against Lord General Draeya?”

    “Perhaps,” Theod said with a pained tone.

    Dio could see that Theod respected Rathion Maenaer. There was no reason not to, after all, Raithion was quite impressive to have reached the station of General at twenty-seven. The Naga State King also relied on the Draeya General. What was not to admire?

    “Draeya General is a good man. He is loyal and true. If you corrupt his life with politics and machinations—”

    “I have no choice,” Dio said. “Gesi Ajai is at my door with a daughter he wants to make a Basilinna. That insidious politician cannot gain more than he plans to. Thanks to Thanir Maenaer, I have a way to escape his plans. I also now understand Ajai’s purpose with the forging of silver.”

    “Which is?” Theod asked with a deepening frown.

    Dio stood up from his chair and walked around his desk. He paced across the marble floor to the windows. He stared out into the cool evening. The palace was quieting down. Most officials had left for the day, leaving the resident palace attendants to clean up and lockdown for the night.

    Dio’s office was on the ground floor of the palace. He had a wonderful view of the central gardens. The central gardens were a hundred and fifty feet long rectangle divided with four paths. The paths divided the garden, allowing for a spectacular walking view. The gardener took pride in his work, and the flowers growing in the courtyard were neat and vibrant.

    A young palace attendant walked along the paths now lighting the garden lamps built in intervals.

    Dio dragged his attention back to the case that had taken over his court for weeks.

    “The ministry of agriculture, Ajai’s ministry, can only do so much for his political career,” Dio said. “He needs the Ministry of Finance to make an impact. It is the same path the current prime minister took to gain a foothold in the capital. So, what would an insidious politician do to gain power in a largely peaceful ministry?”

    “Find a way to make trouble for the finance minister,” Theod said with apprehension.

    “There will be losses before the case of the silver forgery is concluded,” Dio said. “The battle between the ministries has already started. Ajai’s allies attacked Finance Minister Pamplona in court today, asking him what he is doing to protect farmers against the volatile silver-gold exchange.”

    Dio shook his head at the memory of watching Pamplona try not to drown in the face of so much opposition from the agriculture office.

    “The inspector general in charge of the case has named the Sura Clan the source of the ore used in the forgeries. Minister Pamplona tried to defend them and faced backlash for his efforts. I had no choice but to order a thorough investigation on the Sura Clan’s workshops and the Ministry of Finance offices.”

    “Ajai will ensure evidence is found to remove Pamplona,” Theod guessed.

    “I have talked to Thanir Maenaer,” Dio said. “I asked him to do his best to save Pamplona’s family from the aftermath of Ajai’s machinations. Ajai may turn heavy-handed and force Pamplona’s family into a deadly corner.”

    “What about the Sura Clan?” Theod asked.

    “Silver forgery is deadly,” Dio said, shaking his head with a heavy sigh. “Draeya General is in pursuit of clues that may help the Sura. I’m afraid he will not make it in time to stop the damage here in the capital. At best, any evidence he finds will be enough to save the clan’s lives. They have become collateral damage.”

    “Why are you so sure, Your Majesty?” Theod asked.

    “The Inspector-General will raid the Sura Workshops tonight,” Dio said. “I hope there is no evidence to bring before a magistrate for their sake.”

    “What is your plan now?” Theod asked.

    “I must protect my position before I can help anyone,” Dio said. “That means visiting Marquis Draeya’s manor tomorrow. Grandmother has agreed to write the proposal for me. Aunt Sanan will come with me and present it to the Draeya Marchioness. I will marry Soriel Maenaer. I will gain Raithion’s full support, forcing him into the military command office.”

    “He may hate you,” Theod pointed out.

    Dio turned to smile at Theod. Theod looked handsome even in his late fifties. Theod was a staunch supporter of Basileus Rokas and the Adertha House. He was the first courtier to point out to Rokas that there was a problem with the Witia Basilinna. The suspicions remained dark for a while before they became strong and hard to ignore.

    When Rokas died, Theod continued to support Dio. Doing his best to support Dion in a palace and with an imperial diet filled with three very strong supporters of the Dowager Basilinna.

    “Draeya General will forgive me in time,” Dio said now. “Most importantly, the Imperial Diet needs new blood. You know that as well as I do. Mother has two strong supporters, Jonas Gella, the imperial history minister, and Frio Briale, the imperial tutor now a magistrate.”

    Dio leaned on the window sill and thought about the people who helped him manage his bloodline as the Basileus. The Imperial Diet had seven seats. Three were controlled by his mother, Dowager Basilinna Olneth. The other four were controlled by House Adertha.

    “On my side, I have the Military Commander, an old fierce general who is always in the defense ministry with no time for palace antics. I have Lathan Ryul from the Ministry of Rites and grandmother. Aunt Sanan breaks the tie, but if anything happens to Grandmother—”

    “You will be vulnerable,” Theod said when Dio broke off. “Olneth will put her relatives in your grandmother’s seat.”

    “Yes,” Dio said with a scoff. “If I marry Soriel Maenaer, her mother will take my grandmother’s place.”

    “Thanir Maenaer will join the Military Commander’s office, and on the outside, you will have Raithion Maenaer,” Theod said. “That is a strong political move, Your Majesty.”

    “Draeya General is my powerful chess piece,’ Dio said with a pleased smile. “I may ask too much out of him, but I’ll work at making it up to him.”

    Theod stood studying Dio for a minute, his gaze quite speculative. He stood tall, dressed in the palace guard uniform. A dark green military coat decorated with gold embroidery and insignias of his rank. The six chevrons on his sleeves were enough to declare his considerable service to the Lyria Kingdom.

    His brown hair was cut short on the sides and left to grow long at the top. It was dusted with gray, thanks to his age. He was a handsome man.

    Theod’s brown eyes turned worried, and Dio sighed.

    “What have you thought of now?” Dio asked.

    “Marrying Soriel Maenaer will not remove your problem. Ajai will still have his daughter and will be looking for a match to serve his purpose,” Theod said.

    “Yes,” Dio nodded. He had spent a considerable time thinking about the consequences of his choices.

    “What will you do about Gesi Ajai’s daughter?”

    “Send her into the Maenaer manor,” Dio said.

    “What?”

    Dio smiled at Theod’s wide gaze.

    “I told you, I will ask quite a lot out of Draeya General this time. In time, I’ll find a way to make it up to him.”

    “That’s—”

    “There is no other way, Theod,” Dio said, holding his gaze. “Now, please make plans for my visit to Marquis Draeya’s home. No one can know my intentions until Soriel Manor walks down the palace court aisle to take her place as the new Basilinna. I’m afraid Ajai and my mother will try to stop me from marrying Soriel.”

    Theod let out a heavy sigh and then nodded. As he left, Dio thought he read disappointment in Theod’s eyes. He did not stop his old friend. He did not want to explore that look further.

    He would if he could keep Raithion from marrying Ajai’s daughter. However, the most logical place to stuff such a volatile chess piece was in the Military Commander’s house.

    The Maenaer family could control Ajai’s daughter, and nullify Gesi’s influence while growing Soriel’s power as a Basilinna.

    Besides, Raithion had not mentioned having a lover. His marriage was to benefit the court as Thanir Maenaer had promised himself. Dio needed this play for now, so he would take it and worry about the outcome later.

    “It’s the only way,” Dio murmured to the empty office.

    ****

    “Good news,” Marius Doriel said, holding a note to his wife, Lasma. “Azula reported the thefts to the port magistrate. “The boy has become sensible. I can’t believe he followed instructions. At least with a report of theft, we can have a good standing in the magistrate’s court.”

    “I hope so,” Lasma said changing into the simple white plain dress she wore to bed. Sinking her fingers into her hair, she finger-combed the long strawberry blonde hair with a blissful moan.

    “The day has been too long today,” Lasma said as she moved to sit at the foot of their large bed. “I spent most of the day convincing our clients we will fulfill their orders in time. This is the first time we’ve ever had to deal with such ore scarcity. I’m worried we will lose trust.”

    “It’s temporary,” Marius said keeping Azula’s note in a box in his side of the open closet. He was already dressed in comfortable white cotton trousers and a simple matching tunic for bed. His graying hair was in neat braids that Lasma had restored the night before. Marius closed the closet doors and turned to smile at his wife.

    “Once Azula arrives, we’ll be able to meet our promises to our customers and find a way forward so that this never happens. Maybe we will convince Azula to stay here with us.”

    Lasma chuckled.

    “Until he drives you insane with mischief,” Lasma said.

    Marius broke into a rich laugh and crossed the room to join his wife at the foot of the bed. He sat beside her, taking her left hand with both of his. He studied the ring on her right middle finger. It was silver with a dark ilmenite stone as the centerpiece. He had designed and forged the ring when he wanted to marry her.

    Over twenty-five years ago, he thought. So many years of ups and downs. Lasma had stood with him, by him, for him and their children through every minute of it.

    “We’ll get through this one, too,” Marius said, squeezing Lasma’s hand. He looked up to meet her gaze and smiled when she leaned in and kissed him.

    Yes, they would get over this small crisis, too.

    The sound of hurried footsteps distracted Marius from his wife’s kisses, and then an urgent knock came on the door.

    “Pa, it’s Alise.”

    “Come in,” Lasma called out, breaking their kiss.

    Alise opened the door and hurried in her expression one of extreme worry.

    “The inspectors in charge of the silver forgery case have raided all our workshops across the city,” Alise said, her voice shaking. “Yemin says they are headed to our manor next. What do we do?”

    “Has there been a message from Marquis Draeya?” Marius asked. “He promised to help—”

    “Yes,” Alise said, holding a rolled note to Marius. “We just received this from Marquis Draeya’s people minutes ago. I have our transport drivers watching the gates.”

    Marius took the note from Marquis Draeya and read it aloud.

    “The charge is treason like Black Cove. Save as many of your people as you can. The capital is no longer safe for your clan. There is no way to escape what is coming.”

    Marius frowned when he finished reading the note.

    “What does the Marquis mean?” Lasma asked.

    “He means we’ve fallen into a pit,” Marius said, getting up. “Alise, evacuate everyone. Use the plain carriages we use to transport Magnus’s mangoes. Let everyone dye their hair black. Lasma, pack the chests in our vaults and send them along with our people to the island.”

    “I don’t understand,” Alise said, taking the note from her father. She frowned when her mother ran out of the bedroom to do as Marius asked.

    “Pa, what is black cove?” Alise asked.

    “They were a mining clan similar to ours. They mined gold in the rivers near Brusan Lake during Basileus Rokas’ time. A case emerged of workshops forging gold coins outside the imperial mint. The members of the Black Cove clan came under suspicion. The ensuing case led to the massacre of all the clan members. It looks like we’ve offended someone in the capital city. We’re now facing the same problem.”

    “But we are not forging silver coins,” Alise said, shaking her head. “We can prove it before a magistrate—”

    “There will be no time to prove it,” Marius said, taking Alise’s right hand and squeezing it tight. “I trust Marquis Draeya’s reasoning. His warning is not light. The best you can do to help right now, Alise, is to get as many of our people out of the city. I’ll face the inspectors when they come. I will stall them enough to give you time to get everyone out.”

    “What about you?” Alise asked. “How will you come out?”

    “I’ll find a way. Yemin will be with me. You told me to trust him,” Marius said, smiling as he caressed Alise’s hair.

    Alise’s green eyes filled with worry. She was afraid.

    “Listen,” Marius said. “You’re my daughter. Brave and fearless. Our people have long looked up to you, Alise. You are their future. Show them they still have one. Get them to the Naga State Port. Make sure everyone crosses to the island and then hold our ships on the island. It will be the only way to keep the clan safe and out of imperial reach.”

    “What about you?” Alise asked.

    “Once I finish with the inspectors, I’ll head to the port. I can always get a boat from the fishermen and return home,” Marius said. “I may be your old father, but I was sailing our wicked seas before you were born. Hm…don’t worry. I’ll find my way home.”

    “What will we do if we lose trade in the capital?” Alise asked.

    “I’ll borrow Azula’s words,” Marius said, pulling Alise into his arms for a tight hug. “The world is vast, and our ships are sturdy. Lyria Kingdom is not the only land. Azula has always been too brave, but his courage will help you sail beyond our island to Genad. You can establish a new trade route. For now, though, we just need to save our people. Can you help me?”

    “Yes, Pa,” Alise said, letting go of him.

    “Good, now go,” Marius said. “Don’t forget to turn your hair dark. The inspectors will be using our traits to capture us.”

    Alise kissed his left cheek, then hurried out to complete her orders.

    Marius looked around the master bedroom he had used for the last decade as he tried to establish their clan’s presence in the capital city. All his plans had been hatched in this room. It was such a pity that it was now turning to dust.

    Thinking about Marquis Draeya’s note, his stomach tied in knots of dread.

    *****

    The night had grown older. Thankfully, the moon was out, the silver light illuminating the deserted road as the carriage raced along, heading to Genad City.

    Haedor rode alongside the carriage with his five of his legion brothers. While the rest of the team rode far ahead, heading to the first stop on the journey. Haedor gripped his reigns when he heard a boisterous laugh inside the carriage.

    Haedor winced, wondering how his general was handling that excitable little imp. A deeper laugh followed, and Haedor’s gaze widened. Azula Doriel was to be admired. He had somehow charmed the aloof Draeya General. No one knew how they were getting along inside the carriage.

    Azula studied the chess board on the bench between him and Raithion inside the carriage. The black and white chess pieces were carved from fine jade. Raith had produced the board from his bags to occupy Azula’s mind.

    Azula frowned as though in deep thought, and then he moved his queen to capture Raithion’s queen. He placed his black queen on Raithion’s side and held Raithion’s queen with a triumphant grin as he met Raithion’s surprised gaze.

    “What?” Azula asked.

    “That is not allowed,” Raithion said. “Azula, you’re not following any of the rules at all. You’re a game rule breaker.”

    “So?” Azula asked. “I don’t like your tone when you call me a rule breaker. I took possession of your queen on the board. Mine has taken over everything. The game is won.”

    “You ignored all the rules of the game. Your win doesn’t count. You’ve gone wild on the board. You have not won the game. You’re cheating.”

    “You said I needed to capture your queen or king. You watched me move my queen to capture yours,” Azula said, pointing to the board. “How did I cheat? Look, this is my pawn. I’ve moved it, and boom.”

    Azula moved his black pawn to knock Raithion’s white pawn to the side. He took Raithion’s white pawn and placed it on the side to join Raithion’s queen. He made no effort to move the pawn according to the game’s rules. It looked like a pawn jumped from one end to the other.

    “I haven’t cheated you one bit,” Azula insisted with a satisfied nod. “Your eyes are open. You watched me move my jade piece. What cheating? I’m clearly following your instructions.”

    Raithion released an exasperated sigh, then placed his hand over the chess board, scattering all the pieces.

    “Only a mad man would try to explain the game of chess to you,” Raithion said. “We’re not playing your way. Find another game to play.”

    “Are you giving up?” Azula asked as he stared at the scattered chess pieces. “I mean, this one was kind of fun. Moving white pieces around with fancy rules. General Raith—

    “Choose another game,” Raithion said.

    “Okay,” Azula said putting away the chess pieces into the handsome carved wood box Raithion had pulled out of his bag. “Do you play this game with your friends?”

    “Yes, with Haedor, my father, and my best friend Kailu, among others,” Raithion said.

    “Hm,” Azula said as he put away the last pieces.

    “Are you sure you don’t fall asleep through it?”

    “No, I don’t fall asleep. You’re the only one who would think of sleep while playing chess,” Raithion said.

    Azula chuckled at the annoyance in Raithion’s voice. He studied the various neat carvings and decided the queen he stole from Raithion looked handsome. He took the white queen and held it up to Raithion.

    “Can I keep this?”

    “The set will be incomplete,” Raithion said.

    “I can compensate you,” Azula said, closing the handsome box and handing it to Raithion. He held on to the white queen and grinned. “Come on, Draeya General. I know you can find another white queen to complete the collection.”

    “It will still feel incomplete,” Raithion insisted.

    “Then, think of me every time you pull this board game out to play,” Azula said and slipped the white queen into his jacket pocket.

    Raithion shifted on the bench so that he sat facing Azula.

    “What will you compensate me with for this loss?”

    Azula studied him for a moment.

    Draeya General was fascinating to spend time with. The man watched Azula too, gauging his every reaction, documenting his mannerisms. It was both interesting and unsettling.

    Oddly arousing, too, Azula thought with a smile. He suddenly had the mad urge to kiss Draeya General.

    So, this was what it felt like to spend time in the company of such a powerful man.

    Azula leaned down to touch the wood under the bench they were sharing. He unlocked a hidden compartment and pulled out a leather bag with a pair of daggers he had brought along on a whim.

    Azula momentarily examined the quality leather bag, then handed it to Draeya General.

    “I made this using precious ore I found in my home workshop. My master says the blades are stronger than usual. I have no use for them other than cutting deer meat and maybe firewood to roast it. Perhaps you can use them to defend someone.”

    Raithion took the bag, holding his gaze before focusing on untying the leather string and opening the leather bag. Inside the bag were two handsome blades. The handles were crafted with intricate designs meant to support a firm grip.

    Raithion placed the bag on the bench and pulled the blades from the leather bag. He studied them with keen interest. The blades were beautifully crafted. Not heavy as to feel cumbersome when in use. The handles were perfectly crafted to weather use. The blades themselves were even more fascinating. The steel used was tempered with an extra mineral that made the face of the blade shine like white ash.

    Raithion traced his right index finger on the blade, wondering if the shine would fade. But it did not. The blades were clean, and the glow was part of its structure.

    “The handles,” Raithion said after a period of study.

    Azula smiled.

    “I’m glad you noticed. Otherwise, it would have been quite a letdown, Draeya General,” Azula said.

    “How do they attach?” Raithion asked.

    “Face the ends together, and you’ll see,” Azula said.

    Raithion turned the handles to face each other, and the moment he held them close, they seemed to snap together. The outer layers of the handles twisted to lock the blades together into a double-bladed spear. One side was longer than the other.

    Raithion stared at the weapon with a rare smile. Azula felt like he had discovered Raithion’s most preferred weapon.

    “How?”

    “My secrets,” Azula said, then grinned. “A clever combination of magnets and levers. I like to tinker. The mechanism will hold up to the abuse of a true fight. I tested it by hitting it against mountain rock for three months. If it could withstand the abuse, a battle would be no issue.”

    “Thank you,” Raithion said, twisting the blade handles left to unlatch them. He watched the blades detach with a pleased smile.  “Your gift is more valuable than a chess piece from my board game.”

    “You’re helping me transport ore for my family at night with no pay,” Azula said. “It’s equal value.”

    “Okay,” Raithion said, returning the blades to their pouch. He would need to find suitable sheaths for them.

    Azula understood that was something Draeya General would manage with ease.

    “Should we play cards?” Azula asked, patting the space between them.

    He wondered if Draeya General would dare. So far, they had tried chess, before that there was a game of Go, in which Azula broke all the rules after claiming to be a master. Raithion had positively steamed with annoyance. Azula bit back a laugh at the memory.

    “Which card game do you want to play without breaking the rules?” Raithion asked.

    “Rules are for breaking,” Azula said, leaning over to look into the hidden compartment under the bench. Azula pulled out a neat pack of cards.

    “Your compartment can be considered a marvel,” Raithion commented. “It keeps a Go gameboard, cards, intriguing blades, and beef jerky box. What else will I find if I look in there?”

    “Many things,” Azula said, closing the compartment. He shifted on the bench to get more comfortable and held up the pack of cards to shuffle them. Raithion swiped a card from Azula’s left hand and spent a few minutes studying the beautiful designs on the card.

    The back of the cards was decorated with a deep blue background color and gold lines laid out in an intricate doodle. The face of the card had a handsome painting of a lake with a small boat sitting on the horizon. Gold lines made a delicate frame around the painting, and the numbers were embossed on the corners with gold.

    “My sister makes the cards,” Azula said, explaining the beautiful art to Raithion. “Each card holds a different painting. They are scenes from our Sura Island. Everyone appreciates having them around, especially when our clan members have missed home.”

    “The cards are beautifully done,” Raithion complimented.

    “My sister would be glad to hear that,” Azula said with a pleased smile. “Should we play?”

    Azula reached for the card Raithion held and started shuffling honestly. The carriage happened to go over a bump on the road, and Azula lost his balance, leaning forward with a startled gasp. Raithion gripped his shoulders tight to steady him.

    Azula looked up to thank the painfully handsome general and found himself looking into captivating green eyes.

    His breath caught at the punch of attraction that hit him in the gut. No, not attraction, really, but lust. He felt in lust with Draeya General. He wanted to taste Raithion’s lips and find out what it would feel like to have Draeya General hold him and run his hands all over his body. Fates, what would the weight of him holding him down feel like? Azula bit his bottom lip hard, forcing his brain back to the present. He dropped the cards on the bench and pressed his right fist to his hot cheeks, cursing his love for harsh-faced men to eternal damnation.

    “Um,” Azula started, hoping to fill the ensuing silence with anything other than his shaky breath.

    Raithion let out a small chuckle as he studied Azula’s blushing face.

    Azula scowled at him for his obvious teasing.

    Then, before either of them could say more, a knock came on the window.

    “Lord General,” Haedor said. “The team ahead sent a scout. Fifteen mercenaries are waiting in a forest clearing five minutes away.”

    Raithion’s expression changed, turning into a severe no-nonsense expression.

    “Do it as we planned. Let the carriage run without an escort, with only the driver and an attendant. Let’s catch them in the act,” Raithion said.

    “Yes, Lord General,” Haedor said.

    “Good hunting,” Raithion said.

    “You too, Lord General.”

    Azula put away the cards scattered on the bench and locked the hidden luggage compartment under their bench. He watched Raithion button his military jacket, then move the daggers to rest on the bench beside him.

    “We will face your thieves. Haedor will replace the driver, and one of the legion brothers will take over from your attendant. Your Sura people should already be at the rest stop. You will not face losses tonight.”

    Azula nodded and took a deep breath, calming the riotous butterflies in his stomach. He let it out with a nod for Raithion and sat back.

    “General Raith,” Azula said as they counted the five minutes to the attack.

    “Yes.”

    “Thank you,” Azula said. “In case I don’t get a chance later.”

    “You’re welcome,” Raithion said, leaning over to touch the braids in Azula’s hair. “Maybe we can have a mug of warm ale at our next stop. Talk about why you hate following the rules of any game we play together.”

    Azula chuckled and nodded.

    “Sounds like fun.”

    “Then, it’s a promise,” Raithion said.

    *****

    Azula looked apprehensive, even as he sat on his bench, back straight, arms against his chest, with a tough expression. He looked ready to face the bandits alone, but he was also very nervous.

    Raithion hid a smile and closed his eyes, listening to the rhythm of the carriage. The horses accompanying the carriage were gone. Their pace was faster. Haedor was never one to drive a carriage slow if it could get him someplace fast.

    Then, the sound of a log falling across the road disrupted the carriage’s momentum. The horses neighed in distress as Haedor pulled them to a stop. Then, a shout, and Haedor and his assistant fought off attackers with swords.

    Azula shivered, but he did not shake with fear.

    Raithion respected him for that. Not many could withstand the sound of vicious fighting. A scream rent the air. Azula shifted on the bench, but Raithion remained calm. Listening…the five officers in the legion soon joined Haedor and his partner.

    The fighting was intense, the sound of swords clashing turning more vicious.

    The inevitable scratch at the door came, and Azula took an apprehensive breath.

    “Stay where you are,” Raithion said when Azula started to move. “You’ve done everything you should. It’s my turn now. I’ll be happy if you stay still. That way, I can make sure you won’t get hurt, Azula.”

    Azula held his gaze for a moment, then nodded.

    “Okay.”

    “Good,” Raithion said as the door was smashed with a hammer.  The thieves had come prepared to break into the carriage. One moment, Raithion sat calmly on the bench, the next, the blades were in his hands and he was sinking them into the two men rushing in through the door they pried open.

    Raithion’s blade was swift. He was glad Azula stayed put in the corner, catching a glimpse of him in the corner of his eyes. Azula sat frozen, eyes wide as he watched Raithion fight off their assailants, not letting them enter the door.

    ****

    Hulan pushed his horse to the limit as he chased after Draeya General and the Sura Carriage he had spied at the port. Now that the Doriel Son had protection from the government, Hulan knew that he needed to stop the last raid on the Sura carriages. Otherwise, it would ruin his master’s plans.

    Hulan tried hard to catch up, but he was too late. When he came up on the Sura Carriage, it was to witness Draeya General and six of his legion officers fighting the small band of mercenaries that Hulan managed. A bulky, muscled legion officer cut down Levi with little effort. Stabbing his sword into Levi’s chest without mercy. Hulan fought a scream, caught between going to help his fellow mercenaries and running for his life.

    Three of the mercenaries had tried to unlock the carriage with a hammer. Draeya General stood at the doors fighting off two assailants. His blades swift, he cut into the two men fighting him and kicked them away from the door. The action was fast and brutal.

    Hulan realized Draeya General was guarding the entrance into the carriage.

    “Shit,” Hulan cursed as he watched his losses grow bigger. The only thing he could do now was run away. Live to fight another day.

    Hulan started to turn his horse back into the forests near the scene, but a sharp sword rested on his vital vein at his nick before he could run for it.

    “Caught a scurrying rat,” a soft, amused voice said.

    Hulan closed his eyes as panic set in, and the legion officer took over the reigns of his horse.

    ****

    “Lieutenant, I found this one trying to escape the net,” the legion’s scout said. “He was quite interested in the fight. Watched it for a while before he decided to escape.”

    “Good catch, Amola,” Haedor complimented.

    The mercenaries were subdued and looked at the new capture with wary gazes.

    “Boss,” One of them called out, and Haedor smirked, meeting Amola’s excited gaze.

    “A really good catch,” Haedor praised Amola, then dragged the man off his horse.

    Hulan did his best to walk under Haedor’s unforgiving drag, and soon, he found himself kneeling before Draeya General.

    “I remember you,” Azula said, peeping from behind Draeya General’s shoulder. “You were in the magistrate’s office. You made fun of me when I tried to report the thieves troubling us.”

    “Is that so?” Draeya General said, his sharp gaze resting on Hulan. “Who is behind you?”

    Hulan scoffed.

    “It doesn’t matter who is behind me. I’m a small part of the plan,” Hulan said.

    “Why the Sura Clan?” Draeya General asked. “They are a small clan that mines. They have no political power to exploit.”

    “Yet they run most workshops in the Genad City,” Hulan said. “Even a small cog is important in the grand scheme.”

    “Well said,” Draeya General said. “You will help clear the Sura Clan’s name. Where is the rest of the clan’s ore?”

    “You won’t find it,” Hulan said, then smiled as Haedor grabbed his arms and tied them behind his back. He met Azula’s interested gaze and grinned. “It’s too late to save your clan anyway. We’re all pawns in the end.”

    “What does that mean?” Azula yelled, jumping off the carriage and moving around Draeya General to grip Hulan’s wool jacket. “What do you mean by it’s too late?”

    Hulan laughed.

    “You’ll know when you get to the city. That’s all I will say.”

    “Take him away,” Draeya General ordered.

    Haedor dragged Hulan away.

    Azula panicked and worried, turned to Raithion.

    “Will my family be fine? You said as long as we reported, everything would be solved. You promised, Draeya General,” Azula said.

    “I did promise,” Raithion said, holding his daggers in one hand. He wrapped a comforting arm around Azula’s shoulders and led him back to the carriage.

    “Don’t listen to the bad guy when we haven’t reached the capital,” Raithion said. “Now that I have the thieves in hand, your case should get easier.”

    “Trust me,” Raithion said once Azula was settled in the carriage.

    Raithion left to make sure all the thieves who were alive were arrested. He left five mercenary corpses with four of his legion officers. Once they reached the rest stop, Raithion would send the morgue attendants to relieve his officers.

    It was lucky that Haedor had sent Azula’s companions ahead, allowing them to fight without restraint.

    Back in the carriage, Azula’s playfulness all but disappeared. He sat in the corner of one bench with his arms crossed against his chest. The expression on his face was full of worry.

    Raithion assumed he was thinking about his family in the capital. Understandably, the next few hours were going to be difficult for the Sura Clan.

    *****

    Chaos erupted in the capital city as inspectors from the Counterfeit Inspector Unit started a mass arrest of all Sura Clan members. Merchants closed their doors to anyone with strawberry blonde hair or the colorful clothes the Sura Clan liked to wear.

    People on the streets scolded Sura Clan members if they met them. Caught between annoyance and relief that the case of the forged silver coins was ending. No one wanted to suffer more losses at the exchange bureau.

    Inspectors dragged Marius Doriel out of his manor with a few subordinates while a coordinated search for the rest of his family started. They searched the Doriel Manor for clues, but when none could be found, the inspectors started a tough interrogation, hoping Marius would give up his secrets.

    “I have to get them out,” Alise said, pacing the length of the small waiting room at a warehouse owned by Yemin’s aunt. It was on the outskirts of Genad City and served as a station to get Sura Clan members on the Naga State Road to the port.

    “Your mother said no,” Juya said, packing up a bag filled with beef jerky to be eaten by children on the road. “You have to get to the port to direct our clan’s departure.”

    “I can’t just run to safety and leave Pa and everyone caught with him,” Alise said, shaking her head as she paced. She wrung her fingers together and closed her eyes. “What do we do?”

    “Let’s get everyone who has made it here into the carriages first,” Juya suggested, closing the bags he was packing behind her. “Your Ma is not here yet. We need to make sure she leaves too, then we can find out what to do about Chief Marius.”

    Alise stopped pacing and met Juya’s worried gaze. He gave her a wan smile which she returned and gave him a nod.

    “Alright, let’s do it as you say,” Alise said, taking four bags filled with jerky.

    Alise hurried to the back door of the warehouse. Three carriages waited there, all of them used for passengers. Inside the carriages were Sura Clan members, children and their mothers, the elderly and injured. The able-bodied men would ride horses in the forests and ensure the carriages made it to the port without catastrophe.

    Alise handed out the bags of beef jerky and then helped Juya distribute large bottles of water. When everyone was settled, she stepped back as the carriages closed doors and the carriage drivers took control of the reins.

    One of the women leaned out of the carriage window to wave at Alise.

    “Take care, Island Princess,” she said. “Be safe and return to the island soon.”

    Alise lifted her hand in goodbye and watched the last batch of her people leave for the port. It was almost midday. She and her mother had scrambled to get everyone out using secret routes, but some had not gotten the message to escape or dye their hair.

    The Counterfeit Inspectors Unit had captured close to twenty Sura Clan members, along with Yemin, her father, and the ten guards who were left at their manor.

    Lasma had taken her long-time guard to ensure Juya’s grandmother made it out. She still had not arrived at the workshop yet.

    Alise trembled, and her fingers tightened into fists.

    “Your mother will make it,” Juya said when Alise stood in the backyard, not making a move to enter the warehouse.

    ****

    After five hours of travel, Raithion and Azula finally arrived in Genad City. Azula was nervous, unable to sit still.

    “I’ll take the thieves to the Counterfeit Inspectors Unit,” Raithion said. “Along with the order to investigate from the Port Magistrate. From there, we will investigate the thieves and find out where they took the ore. Your clan should be cleared by our findings.”

    Azula gave him a swift nod but did not speak.

    “I’ll leave you to the carriage,” Raithion continued. “I’ll take my horse and Haedor. Your people should have joined us when we entered the city. You can rush to your parents’ manor. Don’t worry so much.”

    “Mm,” Azula said, finally looking at Raithion. “Thank you, General Raith, for everything.”

    “We never got to have that mug of ale together,” Raithion said with a smile as the carriage stopped.

    “No,” Azula said, thinking they had been in too much of a hurry to get to the city to linger at the rest stop. “Maybe we can try after all this is settled?”

    “Then it’s a plan,” Raithion said with a quick smile. He got up from the bench and reached out to pat the top of Azula’s head, rubbing his hair and tugging on the braids in Azula’s hair.

    “How will I find you?” Azula asked.

    “Don’t worry about that,” Raithion said, thinking he would be occupied with the inspectors and then with his father and Basileus Dio. “I’ll find you when I’m done managing everything.”

    “Okay,” Azula said as Raithion opened the carriage door. “See you.”

    Raithion jumped down and gave Azula one last glance.

    “See you, Chieftain’s son.”

    Azula gave him a small smile at the address. It was not as bright as the one from the inn or in the carriage while they played cards, but it was enough to make Raithion want to see it again.

    Raithion lifted his hand in goodbye, then closed the door. He turned to mount the horse Haedor led to his side and ensured Azula’s carriage was well-manned before it continued down the street heading to the Doriel Manor.

    “We should hurry,” Raithion said when he turned and saw the thieves in custody riding on horses with their hands tied between his legion officers. “The faster we conclude this investigation, the easier life will get for the Sura Clan.”

    “Yes, Lord General,” Haedor said, then called out the order to ride to the Counterfeit Inspectors Unit.

    ****

    Azula could barely contain himself when he reached his family’s home. He ran out of the carriage into the usually busy courtyard, only to stop when he found the place empty and the paths into their manor stained with dark blood.

    “Azula,” Sennin came running behind him, gripping Azula’s left arm when he would have hurried into the house. “There is news from our network. Something happened to Chief Marius. Everyone is running out of the city as fast as they can. Your sister told everyone to dye their hair black.”

    “What?” Azula tried to get away from Sennin to enter their house, but Sennin gripped his left arm and dragged him toward the kitchen. “I need to check the house.”

    “We need to follow your sister’s instructions. Disguise ourselves first before looking for what happened,” Sennin said, winning the struggle.

    The kitchen, usually had over twenty people working at any given time, was empty. Dishes were in disarray, and vegetables were trampled on the floor. Azula felt a pang of fear cut through his chest.

    “Something’s terribly wrong,” Azula said.

    “I know, let’s change the color of your hair first,” Sennin said, hurrying into the pantry. He returned with a pot filled with finely ground charcoal. “Looks like someone worked hard to grind charcoal for the change. Let’s get this done, Azula. The faster we finish, the better.”

    Azula fought the urge to scream with frustration and followed Sennin to the sink basins in the corner to change his hair color. His heart was pounding too fast as he wondered what had happened to their family.

    *****

    Raithion led his entourage determined to reach the Counterfeit Inspectors Unit, eager to complete his tasks. However, he never reached the gate to the compound. His father’s guard intercepted their progress, with over twenty soldiers armored and armed. The guard flanked them on all sides.

    “Lord General, Lord Draeya invites you back home,” the head of the guard insisted.

    “I am on official business,” Raithion said. “I have prisoners to turn in.”

    “Lord Draeya invites you back home now,” the head of the guard insisted. “We should go. Please don’t resist, Lord General.”

    Raithion understood that the guard would subdue his legion of officers without effort. It was difficult to fight on the main street in the busy capital. The Head of the Guard knew he had to comply with the request.

    Raithion turned to Haedor, thinking to let him take the prisoners to the inspectors.

    “Everyone goes with us,” the Head of the Guard said.

    Raithion frowned and gave Haedor a nod to do as the guard insisted. They changed directions and headed toward the new Draeya Manor.

    Thanir Maenaer and Basileus Dio were waiting for him when he arrived home. Raithion walked into his father’s study, feeling tired and irritated by the detour. He had wanted to conclude the case of the forged silver coins tonight, so he could have time to find Azula in the next few days.

    “Sit,” Thanir said when Raithion stood in the room, facing the large desk in his father’s study.

    Dio sat in his father’s chair behind the desk while Thanir stood by the windows, staring out into the bright afternoon. His window had a nice view of a rose garden below where Noriel, Hujan Draug, Soriel, and Silveren were having tea while sitting on outdoor chairs under a large umbrella.

    “I prefer to stand,” Raithion said, frowning as he studied Dio’s excited expression. “What’s going on? Why did you stop me from turning prisoners to the counterfeit inspectors?”

    “The case is closed,” Dio said.

    “What have you done?” Raithion’s gaze shifted to Thanir, who glanced at him with a scowl.

    “Not me,” Thanir said. “I’m not always the architect of political schemes.”

    Raithion tightened his grip on his gloves and turned to look at Dio.

    “It wasn’t me either,” Dio said, lifting his hands up. “Blame Lord Gesi Ajai. The court swiftly agreed yesterday to investigate the Sura Clan’s workshops and the Minister of Finance’s offices.”

    “No one has had a peaceful night,” Thanir said. “A purge has left the Minister of Finance dead and the chief of the Sura Clan in prison undergoing intensive torture to give up his accomplices. The Sura people are being captured on the streets like rabid dogs. Some are dead, others have managed to escape. Ajai is leaving no stone unturned to bring justice to the people who had corrupted the kingdom’s money. He attributes his good work to Basileus Dio.”

    Raithion closed his eyes, his thoughts filling with Azula.

    “Any evidence found is fake,” Raithion said. “I captured the ore thieves in the act. I have brought them with me. What happens now?”

    “The guard should have already managed them,” Thanir said, meeting Raithion’s gaze.

    Realizing what his father meant, Raithion started to turn away and head out of his father’s study to stop his father’s crazy plan.

    “There is a much larger plot at play here, Raith,” Thanir said, stopping in his tracks. “Soriel is engaged to Basileus Dio. The Grand Dowager has proposed to your mother, and she accepted.”

    “What?” Raithion looked at his father in shock. “No—

    “It is the only way to protect Basileus Dio’s position,” Thanir said, taking a few steps toward Raithion. “Gesi Ajai wanted his daughter to become the next Basilinna but we cannot let that happen. So, let him have the conclusion he wants to the forged silver coins. His success in closing this case will make him the new finance minister. Meanwhile, we will have thwarted his attempts to enter the palace as a relative.”

    “Dad, you—” Raithion broke off his thoughts filled with Azula’s hopeful gaze. “You’re killing the Sura Clan.”

    “Not all of them,” Dio said. “Theod, my palace guard, has secured one last deal with Lord Gesi Ajai. The Sura Clan’s future will depend on your answer to my next question, Raithion Maenaer.”

    Raithion’s grip on his gloves tightened as he met Dio’s gaze.

    “What question?” Raithion asked, his voice filled with unwillingness, even as he faced the rule of the kingdom.

    “Will you marry Lady Naeri Ajai?” Dio asked. “She will enter the Maenaer House. After your wedding, you will become Commander General of the Kingdom’s forces. Qualified to command all the army forces of this kingdom on my behalf. Your new position will make Lady Ajai a Commandery Princess.”

    Raithion closed his eyes then.

    “What about the Sura Clan?” he asked.

    “Your acceptance of this proposal determines their fate,” Thanir said. “Gesi Ajai will be willing to allow them to leave the capital unhindered, never to return again.”

    “You mean you want them to give up their livelihood,” Raithion said, his words bitter even to his ears. “You’re destroying an innocent clan.”

    “We are saving them,” Thanir answered in a harsh tone. “Your marriage will guarantee their lives. It was the least Basileus Dio could do for them.”

    “The least,” Raithion said, shaking his head, disappointment sinking into his bones. “Who will tell the Sura the truth?”

    “They can’t know,” Dio said, his voice a command and an edict. “Draeya Commandery Prince, Raithion Maenaer. You are forbidden from sharing this conversation with anyone else outside this room. Otherwise, you will ruin the plans that are yet to come.”

    Azula’s face filled his thoughts, and he blinked hard as tears filled Raithion’s eyes at the order.

    “You will never understand what you’ve done…” Raithion said, trailing off. He turned around, and Thanir hurried to grip his left arm.

    “Raith—”

    “Don’t worry, father. I will do what you say,” Raithion said, shrugging his father’s grip on his arm away. “Doesn’t mean I have to like or respect it. Now, I have to go. There is something I need to do.”

    “Raithion,” Dio called in a panic, but Raithion ran out of his father’s study.

    Haedor met him in the front courtyard of the manor.

    “Lord General, the guard has executed all our prisoners,” Haedor said. “I only managed to get Hulan to sign his confession before they cut his head off.”

    “Keep that confession safe,” Raithion ordered. “We need to find Azula and ensure he gets out of the capital city safely. He is not safe.”

    “What’s going on?”

    “Betrayal,” Raithion said, as he ran out of his father’s manor, mounted his horse, and raced toward the Sura Clan’s stronghold.

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  • Blades of Ashes Ch 4-3

    Arc 1- The Case of the Forged Silver Coins

    Chapter 4-3

    Azula read the thorough report written by the Port Magistrate with a mix of awe and annoyance. The document was signed and sealed by the magistrate and Draeya General who had made a solemn promise before the magistrate to catch thieves. It legitimized Azula’s need for a legion escort to Genad City.

    Shaking his head, Azula could only admit that the general had skill in dealing with the corrupt.

    Azula turned to look at Draeya General. They stood outside the magistrate’s office. Draeya General’s officers were getting their horses ready. Draeya General stood tall waiting for his officers to get ready. His expression was calm and ready for whatever came next.

    Azula frowned when the general looked at him.

    “What?”

    “What is your name?” Azula asked. “I can’t keep calling you Draeya General.”

    “Why not?”

    “You called me Azula in the magistrate’s office. If you’re going to be helping my clan, we should know your name. Otherwise, my people won’t trust you.”

    Draeya General studied him for a minute, then stepped closer and held out his right hand to Azula. Azula gripped the report from the magistrate in his left hand and took Draeya General’s right hand in greeting.

    “Raithion Maenaer at your service. My close family calls me Raith.”

    Raithion’s handshake was unexpectedly firm. His palm had calluses, convincing Azula that he was not spoiled despite his high station in life. Damn it, so sexy!

    “Can I call you Raith?” Azula asked as he let go of Raithion’s right hand.

    Azula grinned and brought the paper he held to cover his lips.

    “No.”

    “General Maenaer?”

    “That is my father,” Raithion said. “You can call me General Raithion.”

    “General Raith,” Azula said with a happy smile making Raithion scowl. Azula ignored it and stepped closer to Raithion.

    “Let’s go to the dock. My crew is waiting. We can’t delay delivery to Genad. I’m worried something will happen to my family’s workshops if we don’t make it in time.”

    “Why can’t you meet us outside the port town? There is only one road out of the port,” Raithion said, folding his arms against his chest. “We’ll wait for you at the exit.”

    Azula’s frown deepened.

    “No way,” Azula said. “Do you want to stay on the outside, offering protection without understanding what you’re protecting? How can we trust you?”

    Raithion narrowed his gaze as he studied Azula. Then, he seemed to decide as he nodded.

    “Haedor and I will go with you,” Raithion said. “The rest of the legion will wait for us at the port exit heading to Naga State. Azula, having my legion officers crowding your dock station will make everyone nervous. I assume you’re still conducting business as usual. So, Haedor and I meeting your clan members is enough. In any case, you’re right. Visiting your ship will allow me to understand more about your operations and why anyone would come after you.”

    Azula suddenly remembered the people who were following him and Sennin. He had forgotten about those two women when he met Draeya General and was then dragged to the Magistrate’s Office by him. Looking around the busy compound, he wondered if he would catch a glimpse of them.

    “They’re not here,” Raithion said, drawing Azula’s gaze.

    “What?”

    “The two who were following you,” Raithion said. “They retreated when we entered the Magistrate’s Compound. We have not seen them since.”

    “Oh,” Azula frowned. “You saw them too?”

    “They followed you to the inn but stayed away when they saw my legion officers. I’m glad you were aware.”

    “Hm,” Azula shrugged. “A lot of people want to take our ore or tools, sometimes the wares we make. It pays to be vigilant. Then, let me take you to our ship.”

    “Alright,” Raithion started to head to his horse, but Azula shook his head.

    “You don’t need the horse,” Azula said. “We’ll walk, it’s not far.”

    “But—”

    “Come on, General Raith,” Azula said, taking Raithion’s right hand, and started leading him to the open gates. “Also, let Lieutenant Haedor let go of my friend. I need Sennin.”

    ****

    Raithion stared at the spot where Azula held his right hand as they walked along the main street of the Port City. He could not remember the last time someone had held his hand. Azula reminded him of an anxious child. Azula’s steps were energetic as he walked. He gripped the report from the magistrate in his right hand like a trophy. The smile he directed at Raithion in intervals made him want to laugh.

    “You can slow down,” Raithion said when Azula looked on the verge of breaking into a run. “I won’t run away.”

    “Really?” Azula turned to look at him, his grip on Raithion’s right hand still tight. “This is the first time legion officers are helping us with no payment. I’m nervous.”

    “Are you afraid I will run away?” Raithion asked with a chuckle, amused by Azula’s logic.

    Azula stopped in the middle of the street, forcing Raithion to a stop too. Azula stepped in close and then looked up. Suddenly, Raithion met intense hazel eyes. The noise of the street disappeared and they stood in perfect stillness.

    Azula was shorter than him but that did not deter his presence in the moment.

    “The thieves we’re chasing or evading have taken twelve of our people,” Azula said, his voice soft but full of passion. “Twelve families are mourning the loss of a breadwinner in their homes. The pain of this loss hurts us all. So, when you walk into our ship and promise to protect, we’ll take your word seriously. That’s who we are. The Sura takes the promise of protection with solemn belief. If you won’t be able to meet us on the same level, then it will be better if you walk away.”

    Azula let go of Raithion’s right hand and lifted the magistrate’s report.

    “This is nice to have for use later. But it is secondary. Right now, I need to know I can trust you with Sennin’s life, and the lives of the men who are helping me reach Genad City.”

    Raithion held Azula’s determined gaze for a minute, then his lips shifted into a small smile. It had been a long time since he met such a passionate soul. The capital city was full of people wanting to get ahead. Thieves, liars, insincere, and without gratitude, that’s what he dealt with most times. To meet such a passionate individual… was refreshing.

    Raithion took in a deep breath and let it out with a nod. He reached down and took out a dagger he kept in a hidden scabbard in his boot. Holding the smooth handle, he brought it up for Azula to see.

    “Hold it too,” Raithion said, nodding as he held Azula’s gaze.

    Azula broke their gaze to study the dagger he held, then brought his right hand to the dagger. He met Raithion’s gaze again.

    “What are we doing?”

    “Your Sura values your family,” Raithion said. “I’m a soldier first. And my oath is to protect. I will not run away or shirk my duty if you’re under my protection. This is my oath, on my blade, I will protect your people. Do you believe it?”

    Azula held his gaze for a moment longer then tightened his hold on the dagger, his callused fingers gripping Raithion’s right hand.

    “I believe you,” Azula said, then smiled, a startling curve of his lips that left Raithion stunned as Azula let go of his hand and turned away. “Let’s go, General Raith.”

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  • Blades of Ashes Ch 4-1

    Arc 1- The Case of the Forged Silver Coins

    4-1

    “Sir,” Azula said, facing the magistrate of the Naga Port Town. “I’m here to report a series of thefts.”

    “Yes, you’ve already said that,” the magistrate said, his attention on the bowl of grapes on the desk before him. He sorted them out, one by one, removing skins and piling them on a small saucer.

    Azula frowned at the habit.

    Who peeled grapes?

    The magistrate’s office was a hall with six other desks arranged around the room. Six officers sat at their desks, each one busy. Not with matters of the magistrate’s office. Oh no, that would be too much to ask of this lot.

    One read a book, laughing as he ate peanuts from a bowl on his desk. Another was busy assembling a miniature boat on his desk. Azula would have admired his concentration in a different setting. Three were sleeping. The last one watched him while he chewed on a stick.

    Azula returned his gaze to the rotund man sitting behind the official magistrate’s desk. The magistrate’s face was round and soft, like a fresh bun from the oven. His hair was receding leaving him with an impressive bald spot at the top of his head. His dark brown hair was still held in a ponytail.

    The magistrate’s uniform was a rich purple tunic and a matching jacket decorated with gray embroidery on the sleeves and the collars. A medal of his office was pinned to the lapel of the embroidered jacket.

    Azula could not see more of the magistrate because he sat behind his mammoth desk. He looked overly fascinated with the grapes he was peeling.

    “Sir,” Azula said.

    “Consider the problem reported,” the Magistrate said, picking up the saucer filled with peeled grapes.

    Azula winced when he started eating them in a handful. Grape juice trailed down between the magistrate’s fingers and he wondered how this man kept his office.

    The magistrate smiled wide at Azula.

    “We’ll do our best to catch the thief.”

    “Don’t you want to know what is stolen?’ Azula asked, a frown creasing his forehead.

    Azula looked back at the open doors of the magistrate’s office. Four soldiers guarded the entrance. They each held a spear and wore a sword, ready to defend their magistrate’s office at any sign of trouble.

    “What is stolen?” the Magistrate asked, though he was not interested. He ate another handful of grapes and looked at Azula with a bored expression.

    Azula cursed Draeya General under his breath for the hundredth time. Thirty minutes ago, when he and Sennin finished eating, they got up to leave the table. Azula wanted to return to the ship to start preparations for unloading the carriage. However, the moment they stepped outside, Draeya General’s lieutenant arrested Sennin and asked their legion brothers to hold him.

    Shocked, Azula turned to Draeya General.

    If you want your friend released you will go to the magistrate’s office with me. Report the theft of your ore.

    Draeya General did not give him an option. He kept walking with eight of his legion officers following him. Haedor, the brute, gripped Azula’s left arm and dragged him away from the inn. Poor Sennin was held by the rest of Draeya General’s legion.

    When they got to the magistrate’s office, Draeya General pushed him to enter alone.

    Azula cursed under his breath. If Draeya General was going to help him, why insist on him reporting to the magistrate? Everyone knew the magistrate did not care to investigate cases that did not benefit him.

    Azula took in a deep breath and prayed for patience.

    “Our Sura Clan’s cargo carriages have been hijacked six times on the road to the Capital City. The thieves have murdered twelve drivers and taken our ore. We seek the government’s help,” Azula said, looking at the Magistrate.

    “That is a sadness,” the Magistrate said with a nod, staring at Azula.

    His expression had not changed. It felt like Azula was reporting that the sun had risen this morning and was now overhead. Azula fought a scowl.

    “And what do you think our magistrate’s office can do to help?”

    “Start looking for the thieves?” Azula suggested.

    “Hm,” the Magistrate said with a nod. “Yes, that is a very good idea. But…”

    Azula frowned when the Magistrate trailed off and glanced at the man chewing on a stick.

    “But what, Hulan?” the Magistrate asked.

    “If the thieves are so vicious as to murder twelve drivers, how can our office of four officers help?”

    “Yes, exactly,” the Magistrate said, smiling at Azula. “It sounds perilous.”

    Azula started counting back from a hundred. His temper would not help him here. There was Sennin to save and he had cargo to offload at the docks, and a journey to Genad City to complete. He could not be arrested here.

    “Will you record the crime?” Azula asked.

    “Oh,” the Magistrate said, with a nod. “Yes. I guess we should note it down somewhere. Don’t worry. We’ll get it down as soon as Siva wakes up. He had a difficult night last night. His wife gave birth to twins and they do not get enough rest in their house anymore. It’s all the crying. I say, babies and wives should live in one residence, while the husband lives in a nice quiet room. But that’s me. What do you think?”

    Azula cursed under his breath, forgetting to count down his temper.

    Clenching his fists, he started to take a step forward, determined to shove the remaining unpeeled grapes into the magistrate’s mouth. The imbecile deserved it, what a horrendous idiot.

    A commotion started before he could reach the magistrate’s desk, and he turned to find Draeya General entering the office with his lieutenant and legion officers. They were fully armed and looked like warmongers.

    Two of the legion officers used their sword handles to hit the desks of the magistrate’s officers, startling them to attention. The sleepy officers fell out of their chairs and stood when they saw legion officers with panic in their eyes.

    Hulan, who had answered the magistrate earlier, stood at attention staring at the ground hoping to go unnoticed.

    Azula frowned.

    Hulan was suspicious. His stance looked confident even as he lowered his head in the presence of Draeya General. His eyes watched Draeya General with intent. A slight smile curved his lips. Azula’s frown deepened, but he had no time to dwell on why.

    The magistrate dropped the plate he held on the floor making a mess of his peeled grapes as he stood up with a gasp. His eyes looked like white balls as they took in Draeya General’s eventful entry.

    Azula frowned at Draeya General who came to stand next to him with casual grace.

    The general wore his formal coat. The black coat with its gold embroidery announced his station and rank. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back as he studied the magistrate with interest. His legion officers were busy intimidating the surprised magistrate officers on each side of the room.

    “Why did you make me come in here if you were going to follow me?” Azula asked, with annoyance. “Making me report a crime to this idiot before you can help me. Did you want to watch me turn into a fool?”

    “It was interesting watching you try to look humble. Don’t insult yourself by calling yourself a fool, Chieftain’s son,” Draeya General said. “And stop scowling at me. I’m not the one who has pissed you off.”

    “You’re holding my friend hostage.”

    Azula cursed under his breath and turned his scowl to the shocked magistrate.

    “You should breathe, Sir,” Azula reminded the Magistrate. “You may choke on the peeled grapes in your mouth.”

    The magistrate sneered and started to point at him, but the grapes in his mouth choked him and he started to cough.

    Azula laughed.

    “Ha, that’s what you get for treating me like an idiot,” Azula said.

    “Hush,” Draeya General warned next to him and stepped forward.

    The general pushed a goblet of water standing next to a jug on the table to the magistrate. The magistrate took the goblet and drank deeply. When he stopped coughing, he placed his goblet on the table and looked at Draeya General.

    “What is the meaning of this? How can a general walk into the Magistrate’s Office armed and cause a commotion?”

    “I heard there was a problem of thieves terrorizing the citizens. I came running to help out because it is what I should do. What do you think, Magistrate Netan?” Draeya General asked. “I, Draeya General, am responsible for looking out for the small citizen.”

    “Draeya!” Magistrate Netan gasped and straightened to his full height. “Ay, if you told me you were coming we would have met you at the gates into the compound. Why—?”

    “No need for the ceremony,” Draeya General said, lifting his hand to stop the magistrate from coming around his desk. “I’m here to pick up a task from the magistrate. How could I announce myself for you to meet me at the gates? I’m not so insolent.”

    Draeya General turned to look at Azula and winked.

    Azula made a face at him, but the general had already returned his attention to the magistrate.

    Magistrate Netan was busy wiping the table and arranging his chair behind his desk.

    “Draeya General, please,” Magistrate Netan said, holding out his hands to his desk for the general to sit.

    “No. Magistrate Netan should sit,” Draeya General said, holding out his right hand to the chair. “I still need you to write down everything this young man said to you. Otherwise, how can you ask me to help him catch thieves?”

    Magistrate Netan stared at Azula in surprise, he stuttered, frowned at Azula, then nodded with enthusiasm.

    “Right. General is right,” the Magistrate said and sat in the chair with a shaky sigh. “Siva, bring me a paper and a pen. I’ll write down the young man’s statement, and orders to catch the thieves.”

    “You need three copies of the report,” Draeya General said and folded his arms against his chest. “Azula, why don’t you start your statement?”

    Azula was caught between awe and annoyance with how fast Draeya General got the magistrate to work. He wished he had half the power. Their Sura Clan would be far richer he thought with a frown.

    Draeya General touched his right shoulder and he scowled at the man before he stated his grievances, one by one.

    *~*~*~*

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  • A Thousand Years of Hope Ch 16-2

    Tani cursed under his breath as he walked away from Dante, his heart speeding in his chest. Just now, when Dante cut the dead branch off the tree, he thought they were going to kiss. It hurt him when Dante turned away without giving in to the urge.

    It was always so difficult at the start of their relationship. This pull between them was too hard to manage. If Tani were asked, they would have spent most of their time here in bed, but…

    He could not be greedy. He needed to remember to take his time. Remember their connection was new for Dante. Their love was fresh…again.

    Tani closed his eyes in frustration and rubbed his forehead with his right hand. He would have let out a soft sigh, but then a strong hand gripped his left wrist, pulling him to a stop.

    Tani gasped when Dante dragged him into his arms and kissed him hard. A deep hungry, demanding kiss that had Tani closing his eyes and his free hand gripping Dante’s left arm to keep steady.

    Dante let go of his wrist. He cupped Tani’s face and kissed him again, like a man starved, finally giving Tani the passionate kiss he had been craving.

    Tani let out a soft moan, wrapping his arms around Dante’s waist, his fingers bunching Dante’s white linen shirt. Feeling the heat coming off Dante’s body. Tani closed his eyes, losing himself in their hungry kiss. He felt too hot, insanely needy, his skin turning sensitive, needing to feel Dante’s hands on him.

    Dante broke their kiss a moment and Tani opened his eyes to find Dante studying him. Dante caressed Tani’s bottom lip with his thumb.

    Dante’s gaze was sharp and filled with heat. His lips slightly parted, his breathing coming a little too fast, as he slid an arm around Tani’s waist and pulled him closer. Closer still until their chests touched. Tani’s breath came in shaky breaths as he brought his arms around Dante’s shoulders. Dante held him tighter, turning to pin Tani against the trunk of the closest apple tree. His big body pressed against Tani in full possessive ownership.

    Tani’s breath snagged as his cock filled with need, arousal engulfing him in a hot cloud. Dante took advantage of his parted lips and set his mouth to his again. His kiss was ravaging. Tani’s blood surged in response, his body molding to Dante. He tightened his arms around Dante, savoring his taste, hot, wild, and utterly uncivilized. Their shared heat was so familiar it brought the sting of tears to Tani’s eyes.

    Dante pressed him harder against the apple tree, his hands moving over Tani’s body, stroking down Tani’s back, cupping his bottom, and grinding his swollen cock against him. Long fingers slipped between them, feeling Tani’s hard length through his trousers. Tani let out an aroused moan, his fingers digging into Dante’s hair in response. He undid the rubber band Dante used to hold his hair and sunk his fingers into the soft tresses, holding on, making Dante moan.

    Dante pressed his palm on Tani’s hard length, his touch bold, sensual. Tani had seconds of warning; his hard cock pulsed so hard, he feared he might disgrace himself from the sensation. Then Dante stroked his palm over him and Tani forgot modesty. An intense orgasm built up inside him and fractured into a million pieces leaving him shaking. Tani let out a hoarse moan, arching into Dante’s caress at a loss.

    Dante took in his moans with a sweet kiss, and a soft sob escaped when Dante wrapped a secure arm around him to keep him steady. Holding him tight through his weakening ecstasy. Their kiss broke and Tani buried his face into Dante’s shoulder, closing his eyes as his breath came too fast trying to find his balance again. He clung to Dante’s shoulders afraid he was going to melt to the ground.

    Dante buried his nose into Tani’s right shoulder and breathed him in. He pressed his lips on the soft curve of Tani’s shoulder, sucking on sensitive skin, and then licked at the spot with hot intimacy.

    Tani trembled.

    “This is my answer,” Dante murmured into his ear after a while. His hot breath sent maddening electric tingles racing down Tani’s spine. “I want you. All of you. Every part of you. I don’t want to wait. Let’s make love, Tani.”

    Tani held on to Dante, elated. He opened his eyes and stared at the rows of apple trees closest to them. They were filled with blooming white flowers, even the ones that had none before were now heavy with them. He grinned and decided to hide this strange happenstance of his ecstasy from Dante, for the moment anyway.

    “Let’s go inside,” Tani murmured.

    “Mm,” Dante agreed.

    Tani held onto Dante and teleported them straight to the bathroom. His cheeks flushed with color when Dante cupped his face and tilted his head up.

    “You’re gorgeous,” Dante murmured, studying Tani’s face. His thumb stroked Tani’s right cheek, the pad of his thumb shifting to trace over Tani’s bottom lip.

    “I’ve wanted to see you this way for a while,” Dante said.

    “Messy because you drove me to the brink with a simple touch?” Tani asked, his cheeks flaming, somewhat mortified by his swift orgasm in the orchard. He had thought he had more control. Turns out Dante could drive him to the edge with a simple kiss.

    “Wanting me,” Dante corrected, taking Tani’s lips in a soft kiss. Then he murmured against Tani’s lips, “as much as I want you. There’s nothing messy about our passion. It’s how it should be.”

    Dante kissed him again and then helped Tani out of his clothes. His hands were gentle as he helped Tani pull off his t-shirt. Dante dropped it to the floor with a small smile. His gaze was appreciative as he took in Tani’s figure. His fingers were sure when they reached for Tani’s trousers. He unbuttoned them with a single flick of his fingers. Tani held Dante’s gaze as Dante pulled down the zipper and Tani’s trousers dropped to the floor. Tani stepped out of them and closed his eyes when Dante reached for his dark underwear. His fingers warm against Tani’s skin.

    Dante took Tani’s lips in a short sweet kiss, as he pushed his messy boxer briefs down.

    Then, Tani stood naked before Dante.

    Dante looked at him, his gaze heated as it traveled down from his shoulders, down his chest, to his stomach then to his aching cock. Tani fought the urge to step back as he faced his beloved for the first time in decades. With no clothes to shield him, and no lies between them, Tani decided to take off the glamour that hid his origins. His eyes took on the distinctive fox clan slits. Kinon’s cuffs on his wrists restored to their true form, heavy and punishing on his wrists.

    Tani met Dante’s gaze.

    “This is my true self,” Tani murmured, his voice shaking, vulnerable.

    Dante took a step closer. He placed his hands on Tani’s bare shoulders. His fingers started a slow gentle caress down Tani’s arms. He held Tani’s gaze as his fingers wrapped around Tani’s wrists, holding the gold cuffs that marked him a deviant. He lifted Tani’s right hand to his lips and pressed his lips to the cool gold metal.

    Dante then brought Tani’s hand to his left cheek and Tani straightened his fingers to cup Dante’s cheek.

    “What?” Tani asked.

    “I think you’re expecting that I’ll turn away from you. You show me your cuffs, your eyes, wanting me to cringe and run,” Dante said, shaking his head. He took Tani’s hands and brought them to his chest and the buttons of his white linen shirt. “I won’t, Tani. You’re stuck with me now, no matter what we face in the future.”

    Tani sucked in air at the mention of the future. He thought about Cale’s warning. The idea that someone took Dante’s life when they parted filled his head. Panic had him dropping his gaze to the buttons on Dante’s shirt. The longer he spent with Dante, the more he wished Cale were wrong. The more he wanted to know what a future with Dante looked like. The future he never once experienced in Dante’s company, he wanted to know it.

    Tani undid the first button of Dante’s shirt and looked up to find Dante studying him.

    Their future seemed far away and unsolvable, but the now was here. Tani decided he would lose himself in their shared bliss.

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  • Seiryu Spirit – 7

    The Truth about Koji Sukiyama

    Koji insisted on taking Maki back to Hotel Mume.  He didn’t trust her alone, and frankly, Andre didn’t either.  Maki needed an appointment with a psychiatrist, and her mother around her.  Andre’s gaze shifted to Koji.

    Koji looked tired, exhausted.

    When they entered the dining room, Tomoyo ordered a cup of hot tea for her, and settled Maki at the dining table.  The place was quiet, investigators already out chasing leads.  Koji sat at the head of the table and rested his head on his folded arms.  Andre frowned when Tomoyo patted Koji’s shoulders.

    “I’m going to the kitchen,” Tomoyo said.  “Koji, you need food, to restore your energy.  Rest for now before you talk to Maki.”

    Koji nodded his head but didn’t raise his head.

    Andre frowned; Koji really did look too tired.  Andre thought of the traces of blood on Koji’s nose earlier and wondered if they shouldn’t take him to a doctor.  Leon touched his elbow, and Andre turned to him.

    “There’s a call from Lacome Villa.  Confusion with a supplier, I’ll deal with it.”

    Andre nodded, watching Leon hurry out of the dining room to find a private place.  He hoped it was nothing too serious.

    Ogun followed Tomoyo to what Andre assumed was the kitchen.

    Andre watched Maki sipping her tea; she looked drained too, tear tracks staining her cheeks.  Left in a room with a young man with a mysterious identity and a woman who clearly wasn’t sure about living, Andre could only sigh.

    Fantastic turn of events.

    Koji lifted his head from the table, his attention on Maki.

    “Maki,” Koji started.

    “Koji, I thought Tomoyo said to rest?” Andre asked.  “Are you sure you shouldn’t take a nap?”

    “There are children missing.  Who has time?” Koji asked, his gaze still on Maki.

    “But—,” Andre started.

    “Andre, help out and get Maki a sandwich from the kitchen.  It is way past lunchtime, and I’m sure she’s starving.  Tomoyo only knows to worry about me.”

    Andre knew Koji was sending him away, and wanted to protest, but then Koji turned his blue eyes on him.  Oh, what did he know?  He decided to find Tomoyo and bring her back to deal with her strong-willed charge.

    “Maki, why don’t you tell me your version of the day Sakura disappeared?”

    Andre heard Koji prompt Maki as he headed to the kitchen.  Maki spoke in a low tone, so Andre was unable to hear her answer.  He hurried to the kitchen wanting to get Maki’s sandwich fast and stopped short when he found Ogun and Tomoyo arguing in the kitchen.

    “Don’t include the suicidal witness in your report to Tama,” Tomoyo said, her tone severe.  “One word and you’ll have him coming here to take Koji back home.  Ogun—

    “I don’t need you to tell me what to keep out of my reports,” Ogun snapped.  “I’ve looked out for Koji a long time.  I know what to say and what not to.”

    “Yeah, then how come he ended up in a shootout that day?”

    “That’s a low shot,” Ogun said with a scowl, he leaned on the counter, watching Tomoyo slice egg sandwiches.  “Anyway, why is Koji so tired today?  I thought I saw a nosebleed.  Is something wrong with him?”

    Tomoyo kept silent, and Andre leaned on the wall outside the kitchen doors, curiosity turning him into an eavesdropper.

    “This Seiryu jobs drain him too fast.  Anyway, I think his abilities are growing stronger.  Or have grown stronger, and he has hidden it from Saya and Tama.  We were in a small shop today, and he stood there for a few minutes.  I could tell he was doing his mind-reading thing.  His eye color changed too fast, and I had to shove dark glasses at him to hide them.”

    “The eyes are always a surprise,” Ogun agreed.

    Andre bit back a laugh at the conversation in the kitchen.  Mind-reading thing?  Did they know he was eavesdropping?  It seemed like a thing to makeup if you thought someone was eavesdropping on you.  Yet, he couldn’t stop eavesdropping, watching the two through a gap on the door.

    “How does it work?” Ogun asked, taking a small slice of egg sandwich and taking a bite.

    Ogun started to sit on to the counter but Tomoyo smacked his arm, stopping him.  He sighed and concentrated on eating the sandwich.

    “I mean, I know what he is capable of doing, but not how or why.  Tomoyo, is he really possessed by some sort of dragon?  Does it come out when he’s sleeping and haunt the house?  I wouldn’t be surprised you know.  Weird things happen in that house, you know.  And who can ignore Saya, she’s creepier than everything else.”

    Tomoyo burst out laughing.

    “She better not hear you say that,” Tomoyo said, shaking her head.  “No, Koji doesn’t have a dragon that comes out when he’s sleeping.  That’s absurd.”

    “Everyone in the Seiryu Academy sure thinks so.  It’s the freaky blue eyes,” Ogun said, finishing his sandwich.  He leaned closer to Tomoyo and in a dramatic whisper, begged.  “Please…tell me.  I don’t want to freak out every time his eyes turn.  It hurts him, but I can’t help it.  It’s weird thinking that a dragon is looking back at me.”

    Tomoyo finished with the sandwiches, and placed them on two large plates.  She took the kettle and went to the sink to fill it with water.  When she placed it on its pad and turned it on, she stared at the red button.

    “Let’s just say that Koji is blessed with great genes.  His mother’s bloodline guards what they call the Seiryu spirit.  A guardian spirit, or will, a serious large force of good karma.  If you have Koji on your side, you will always have good fortune.  This is why the Sukiyama clan is so prosperous no matter the era.  One like Koji is born as a second child in each generation.”

    Tomoyo turned to face Ogun, her dark gaze seeing through him, and resting on the kitchen door.  For a second, Andre imagined she had seen him, when she didn’t speak, but then she shrugged and continued.

    “But the gift of sight comes from his father’s bloodline,” Tomoyo said, with a bit of reverence.  “Coupled with the Seiryu spirit, it turned Koji into a very powerful telepath.  With a touch, Koji will tell you your past, what you’ve been up to today, or might do tomorrow.  That’s why he is perfect for these types of cases, though they tend to wipe him out.  Koji overextends himself in an urgency to solve the case.  I imagine using your brain to invade thousands of minds for too long, will take a toll.”

    Andre stepped back, remembering Koji sitting on the ledge, his hand on Maki’s leg, blood running down his nose, Koji turning away from to hide it.

    “That makes sense,” Andre heard Ogun say, as though it was perfectly normal to discuss a man who can read thoughts.  “No wonder Tama-san is always worried.  This case, I wish it ends fast.”

    “We just need to find Sakura,” Tomoyo stated as the water kettle stopped.

    Andre stepped back from the door, thinking them crazy.

    Koji, a telepath?

    An unbelievable explanation, what was crazy was that he believed it.  Or wanted to, somehow, wouldn’t it make clearing Henri’s name easy?

    Deciding Tomoyo would bring out the food when she was ready, Andre returned to the dining room to find Maki alone with Leon.

    “Where is Koji?” Andre asked, wanting to talk to Koji alone.

    “He went upstairs, something about washing up,” Leon said.

    How perfect.

    “I’ll be right back,” Andre said, heading out of the dining room.

    “The flower room is on the third floor,” Leon called after him, and Andre gave him a thankful grin.

    Andre took the stairs one at a time.  It wasn’t until he reached outside the flower room that he wondered how he was to get in to Koji’s room.  The door was closed, and for a moment, he hesitated.  Then he tried the lock, and the door opened easily.

    Entering Koji’s room, he paused taking in the subtle elegance.  Papers scattered on the glass coffee table at the small living area.  The bed was neat, and beyond that was a small balcony with a view of the river below.

    No Koji…Andre started to turn, thinking he had missed him on the way up, then he heard water running in the bathroom.  Andre let a soft sigh of relief escape and moved to the balcony to wait for Koji.

    ***

    Koji washed off blood from his nose.  When it was clean, he cupped his hands under the water and splashed cold water on his face, hoping to clear his head.  Shutting the water, he stared into the mirror.  His eyes were back to normal, the dry blood gone.  His headache was still present, though manageable.  Maybe a nap was in order, and a pair of painkillers.

    He thought about Maki waiting downstairs, and the missing Sakura, and sighed.  Maybe just the painkillers he thought opening the cabinet above the sink.  He found the bottle he had brought with him and swallowed two with water directly from the tap.

    Wiping his face with a small face towel, he closed the cabinet, meeting his gaze in the mirror.  He wanted this case to end fast.  Wanted to head back to Tokyo and talk to the woman who knew his mother.  The woman who might give him some small insight into his mother.

    He spent so much time doing what other people wanted: what Saya wanted, what Tama wanted…what about what he wanted?

    “Okaasan,” Koji murmured.  “I only want to know who you were, and where I fit.”

    Such a simple want. Why was it so hard to achieve?

    Koji dropped the face towel into the laundry basket in the corner and paused when he heard movement in his m_pic1suite.  He couldn’t seem to get a minute to himself on this trip.  If it wasn’t Ogun, it was Tomoyo, or one of the academy staff bringing him information.

    He needed to finish with this case.

    Opening the bathroom door, Koji paused when he saw Andre sitting in the chairs by the balcony windows.

    “Feeling better?” Andre asked, looking him up and down.

    Koji slipped his hands into his trouser pockets and stared at Andre Lacome.  While he couldn’t read anything from Andre, Leon Baptiste was easy prey.  Leon had returned while Andre was in the kitchen looking for Tomoyo.  All it had taken was a handshake, and Koji discovered all there was about Andre Lacome and his dear small brother, Henri.

    Looking at Andre now, he wondered what he should do about a suspect’s brother meddling in a missing person’s case.

    “Koji?”

    “Much better,” Koji answered Andre’s question, looking around his suite.  They were quite alone.

    “Ogun and Tomoyo are still in the kitchen.  I snuck up here.”

    Andre confessed with a playful grin.

    “You also forgot to lock your door,” Andre provided.

    There was no point locking his door with all the traffic that passed through it.  Koji shrugged and went to sit in the chair on Andre’s left.  The silence in his head was welcome, it was blissful to sit and simply watch the river flow, no stray thoughts intruding in his head.  Andre was both a treasure and a torture.

    Andre cleared his throat when Koji settled and broke the silence.

    “I think we should get to know each other.  I have many questions about you, and this case—

    “Andre Lacome.”  Koji stated, his gaze still on the flowing river below.  Thinking it was better to set boundaries with this one.  Koji did not want to rely on Andre and the comfort he clearly represented.

    “Your younger brother is Henri Lacome, owner of HL Capital, an investment firm involved with the child trafficking mess in Kobe.  The warehouse where the children were found is said to be owned by your brother.”

    Andre stilled, shifting to face Koji.

    “Why are you in Kyoto?” Koji asked.

    Koji lifted his hand to stop Andre when he started to talk.

    “Henri is framed by Daye Chang,” Koji said.  “Daye Chang is using HL Capital as a shield.  You should be worried.  The people behind Daye Chang are quite capable.  You want to clear your brother’s name, and the Lacome name, and then return to your Lacome Villa in the French Riviera and tend to your many family businesses.”

    Koji smiled.

    “Your friend downstairs, Leon Baptiste, is your business manager/cum lawyer.  He is quite capable and very loyal to you and your family.  I’m inclined to like you, as your favorite investment preference is art.  You own a painting named A Woman’s Heart, auctioned at a private function in New York.  It didn’t come cheap, but you love art so you bought it.”

    “For someone I met last night, you know an awful lot about me,” Andre said, chilled by Koji’s speech.

    Thinking about Tomoyo’s explanation downstairs, Andre found he didn’t like not having any defenses against Koji.  The absolute lack of privacy unsettled him.

    “You walked into a high profile investigation, asking questions about a victim.  If we can’t figure you out, we have no business finding missing children.”

    Andre folded his arms against his chest unable to argue with that logic.

    “What is intriguing is why you are so curious about Sakura Akino.  Why is a man here to prove his brother innocent, interested in a local girl’s disappearance?” Koji continued.  “I should pursue it, but not yet.”

    “Why?” Andre asked.

    “Because, you’re a piece that doesn’t fit the puzzle, yet. So, I will let you stay close.”

    “Hmm..,” Andre frowned.  “What about you, Koji Sukiyama?”

    “What about me?” Koji asked, finally looking at him.

    “You seem to know everything about me,” Andre said, unable to keep accusation out of his voice.  “Won’t you tell me about you?  What do you gain from being here?”

    “I gain nothing here.  I’m helping find lost children,” Koji answered, his voice thoughtful.  “Sometimes, I find people and things.”

    Andre narrowed his gaze.  “Do you like it?”

    “Like what?”

    “Finding people and things?”

    “I—

    Koji broke off, thinking.  Then he stood up from his chair and gave Andre a small smile.

    “I’ll tell you when I find little Sakura,” Koji said, moving to take a green sweater over a suitcase in the corner.  He seemed to favor the color green.

    As Koji wore the sweater, Andre stood too.

    “Will you help me clear my brother’s name?” Andre asked, knowing this was the request he had meant to ask.  The request that had brought him up here to find Koji.

    “Henri,” Koji said, testing out the name.  “Is he innocent?”

    “Henri is many things, but he is no child trafficker.”

    “You love him.”

    “He’s my brother.”

    Koji smiled.

    “You remind me of someone.”

    “So…” Andre prompted when Koji remained standing without answering his question.

    “Will you help me?”

    “Depends,” Koji said, stretching his arms above his head.

    “On what?” Andre asked, frowning again.

    “On where this case takes us,” Koji said, dropping his arms and heading to the door.

    “I’ve made a gamble focusing on Sakura, while there are fourteen other children missing.  It could be the wrong choice.  I might be on the wrong track, and have to start again.  I won’t know until I talk to Maki.  If I’m wrong, then this will take longer—,”

    “You think following Sakura’s last day will lead you to the rest of the children.”

    Koji flashed him a smile as he stepped out of his suite.

    “You catch on fast.”

    “You still haven’t told me about you,” Andre noted, watching Koji lock his door this time, and then they headed to the stairs.  “Only that you find people.”

    “What more is there?” Koji asked, taking the lead down the stairs.

    Is it true you can read people’s thoughts? Andre wanted to ask.  For a second the words were at the tip of his tongue.  He swallowed the question though.  It seemed too crazy, even for this situation.  Tomoyo and Ogun must have been putting him on for eavesdropping on them.

    “Where are you from?” Andre asked instead.

    “Japan.”

    “Ok, I deserve that.” Andre chuckled. “You seem too young to be involved in a police investigation.”

    “I’m a child genius.”

    “Really?” Andre stopped.  Koji was clearly playing with him.  “That’s not an answer.”

    “Isn’t it?” Koji asked, looking at him, as he continued down the stairs.  “I’m twenty.  Of course, only elites are allowed into Special Investigations.  I’m helping seasoned police officers solve a case.  Don’t you think that makes me a genius?”

    “Way to be modest,” Andre scoffed, and followed the child prodigy down the stairs.  “All the twenty year olds I know are neck deep in college, and getting hammered in underground clubs.”

    “Depends on which twenty year olds you know,” Koji answered.

    “You’re frustrating,” Andre decided.

    “I’m told that often.”

    They got to the ground floor and Koji reached for the stairs door.

    “Hey, there is a thing to know about me since you’re so curious.  I’m a frustrating child genius.”

    Andre grabbed Koji’s left wrist, stopping him from opening the door.  Koji’s gaze fell on the spot where Andre held his hand.  His gaze shining brilliant blue for a moment, but then it could have been a play of light, Andre couldn’t tell.

    “Koji.”

    “Don’t,” Koji said, meeting Andre’s gaze then.  “Don’t try to jump into the deep end.  The deep end is full of sharks.  Where you are now is safe.  Stay in the shallow waters, Andre.  I’ll do what I can for your Henri; get you out as fast as I can.  Then you can go back to Lacome Villa.  It feels like a happy, warm place.”

    With that speech, Koji pulled his arm out of Andre’s hold, opened the door and headed to the dining room.

    Andre followed him at a much slower pace, his heart uneasy at the clear rejection in Koji’s eyes.  So intriguing and frustrating at the same time.  Andre sighed, then stopped in the middle of the hallway.

    If he were to believe Tomoyo about Koji reading people’s thoughts with a touch—

    Andre gaped, his hand covering his mouth.

    What had Koji read in that moment Andre grabbed his hand just now? 

    For a millisecond, his heartbeat sped up, but then a laugh bubbled out of him in the next minute at the ridiculous thought.

     Tomoyo had gotten him good.

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