The young Liege Lord, King Xay'vir X'avian of Ra’vain leaned forward to clutch hands along the edges of a small table. Crystal blue eyes scanned an array of parchment and maps that laid littered under him while torchlight flickered to illuminate the interior of the little tent raised for the king. Reports laid beside the map on either side. Some recent, some older but not too old.
It had been a year and then some since the Red Zenith held in celebration and victory of the war won. Much had changed and much more was about to.
“My lord. The South Port shipment has arrived!” one of the kings guards announced, poking his head through the flap to bow to his liege and vanish back behind the silver and blue canvas. House La Seine. Ever vigilant in their deliveries of goods and supplies from the coast. A highly profitable business during a time of war and one of the most reliable in Ra’vain. Lord Ashtar was always gracious in his shipments and despite the tolerance held between the laws of the kingdom and the desires of the coast, a good man.
Since the Red Zenith much had happened upon the coastline. For house La Seine. Their missing daughter was found by the conquering invaders, house Rodsvard and married to their Lords oldest son and apparent heir. In that time however internal dispute in house Rodsvard forced the son to leave with his new wife and together, Lady Ri’ana and Lord Nils Rodsvard settled in an old village lost to the coast centuries ago and with their loving and devoted efforts raised it from the Dark Forests and turned it into a new house, bearing the new crest of a Dragon clutching a red sword.
They also gave life to a daughter. Now a year old, red of hair and brilliant green eyes.
Another point of interest upon the coast was the La Seine Vassel house, Sharkhead. It Has undergone some major changes as well. The Lady Aditi Ruce, youngest sister to Lord High Constable, Arkhil Ruce went missing shortly after the Red Zenith. It was later discovered that she was abducted by an ancient cult and was rescued by her brother(s) and husband whom she married several years back to one of the northern invaders. Curiously the Northman forsake his birth name and adopted the name of his wife instead. They have recently made further moves to take over leadership in her old home and struggles to bring order there.
South Port has always been known to be sturdy even in a time of conflicting change. They are weak military wise and yet the port is bursting with riches and products of trades. North Port however was another matter. Lord Xayvian observed as he set one parchment down and took up a second along with a glass of wine in hand.
North Port suffered from the split of the young Lord’s loyalties. With the North Lord’s son doing his own thing it leaves North Port grasping at straws for a stable heir. Pressure has been placed upon the sisters of the North Lord and struggles to rebuild what was ruined continues to be a source of discussion. Reports have reached the kings ear that the North Lord and the East Lord, Lord Vallarn have been meeting in secret and some arrangement was being made, though conflict has occurred and the armies of House Vallarn have left their cold tower.
King Xyaviar sighed tiredly as he picked up another parchment and sat down at the edge of his sleeping mat, his goblet of wine was empty yet he still held it, rim pressed against his brow as he studied the other reports.
As for the House of Rose in light of the tragedy concerning Lord Hadars death his second born son Lord Eamon Rosalind has taken his father’s place as Lord of the Mountains and married a daughter of La Seine. Lady Kalalithil, now known as the Lady of the Mountains. Their leadership of the mountain people have been peaceful and they now are with child. A son. Leones.
Robert Rosalind is still missing from the incident a year and so ago and the oldest. Lord Dallen has been banished by his own family. All houses, constables and the kings men have pulled back from their search and many are saying the young lord has moved on from this world. King Xyavier didn’t think so, however. He was sure they would see the young rogue again.
And then there was the matter of House Farinthel, much internal conflict has plagued the house of East and it had been a harsh winter. Reports now claim that the young Mace Farinthel is now Lord of his house while his brother Bast lies in coma and father laid to rest. The young Lord is married to a daughter of La Seine. Lady Rikka and it seems one of the new reports intel news of child. Newly born during this time of struggle and conflict. A son.
“Ryan? “ A timid little voice spoke from the bundles of fur next to the Leige King.
King Xyviar Xyavian looked up from the parchment he was reading a smiled “What are you doing up, Xoe? You should be sleeping.”
“Can’t sleep.” Xoe complained while rubbing hands to eyes.
“Yea. Me either. Come on..” Gently he placed the parchment down upon the table along with his empty goblet of wine and scooted back onto the bed, picking his youngest sister up in arms and resting her on his lap. Xoe. She always talked about going on daring adventures like her brother Xarthor would tell. As a result she had snuck into a cart when the King departed from his city to venture into Abnaki and supervise the settlements there.
Xoe was quite resourceful for such a young princess and managed to remain hidden for four days before lack of food and the cold of the east drew her out of hiding and finding her brother. It was too late to take her back, the king had only brought enough men to protect himself and sent the others up ahead, sending her back would be too risky. No, she was safer with him much to his chigarn.
Suddenly the tent flap whipped open and the torchlight flickered violently “My Liege! The Camp! It’s-” Suddenly the guard went stiff and his eyes went wide, blood frothed at his mouth and Xoe Screamed.
Outside the tent loud war cries shot down from the trees as arrows planted themselves into men and tents. The sentries were tangled into a fight with savage men breaking from the jungle lines.
King Xyviar Xyavian was quick on his feet and throwing on his deep blue robe. Grabbing Xoe’s own blue robe he flung it over her shoulders and scooped her up in arms “Its ok Xoe. You will be alright. Don’t look.” he comforted as he rose her hood to hide her from the view of the fighting and carried her out of the tent “My Horse!” he called out to the men “Form up and retreat!”
Quickly a horse was brought around and King Xyavian helped Xoe up onto the horse before turning the guard “We have to get her out of here.” Just as he reached up to pull up into the saddle a arrow zipped past and embedded itself into the kings shoulder, throwing him to the ground painfully just as the guard turned to cut down the archer that dropped down beside them. The horse reared up in fright and Xoe screached as she struggled to hang on “Xoe!” Xyavian called out just as the horse bolted and charged off into the jungle with it’s little rider screaming out for her brother