Snippet #1601433

The Queen of Anatoli, Reiann Calen De Medlimar, the tyranical bitch as her people called her, was not in a good mood. Faintly violet eyes flicked about fitfully as she examined the latest of a series of reports submitted by her informants throughout the realm. Many of these informants were known to her alone and Reiann planned to keep it that way. Do you truly trust no one Reiann? a voice seemed to whisper in her head softly. Not even that torturer who has killed so many for you. It is sad how alone you are. How truly alone... The queen shook her head as if to clear it and glared back down at the paper, this report one of particular interest to her.

It was a report by a spy she had sent to attempt to infiltrate the rebellion that despite the lack of proof she was certain existed. There had been so little evidence for so long that even her paranoia had begun to fade and the purges had seemed to slow. But this confirmed Reiann's suspicions. After all her spy couldn't have joined the rebellion if there had not been one to join. The Queen's laughter filled the room, light and musical, a truly beautiful sound, but a sound that was somehow wrong, somehow chilling in a way that one just could not quite put a finger on. The pretty face that masked the true nastiness that lurked inside was but a mask, and yet it was a good one. You've found the rebels. The voice had returned Don't you plan to deal with them? Unleash that little pet of yours,

Again the Tyrant queen shook her head as if to clear it and she rose from the chair in which she had sat. Reiann's voice, musical and yet sinister underneath sounded as she called for a servant. "I require Sir Sigmund here, as well as the lady Andrea, and my Magister. Fetch them for me." She waved a hand dismissing the servant again with casual arrogance. As the servant started to leave the Queen spoke once more halting him where he stood. "Oh, and bring me the brat too. I require my daughter's presence" The scorn was obvious as Reiann spoke the word "daughter."

As the man scurried from the room, doubtless grateful that he had not been ordered slain by his insane queen Reiann began to laugh once again as an idea came to her. It was so genius that even her magnificent intellect was slightly surprised by it. It had been her plan to invite the lords of the other nations to Anatoli from the beginning for a chance at gaining another land under her control, but now Reiann had an even more deliciously devious idea. While the tyrant queen waited for those she had summoned to arrive she began to write upon a piece of paper, planning what was to come next.