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Laila

The young Queen of Eriel

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a character in “Kingdoms at War”, as played by Duchess-Zombie

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Full Name: Laila
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Age: 23
Gender: Female
Appearance: Laila is 5'7 in height, she has fairly long legs and a slim, willowy build. Her skin is naturally pale. She has long brown hair that reaches almost all the way down her back. She often wears it up in intricate styles using pins and hair accessories such as scarves. She has bright blue eyes and long eyelashes. Her facial structure has been deemed as perfect by people who have seen it, high cheekbones and a small nose with rounded lips. Her beauty distracts from how frail she is so that people do no see her as weak.
Clothing: Laila wears extravagant floor length gowns with full length sleeves. She covers as much of her body as possible as is modest and expected of a queen. She often has a shawl or scarf draped around her back and through the crook of her arms. All her gowns are made from boned corsets and are laced tight at the back to make her waist look as small as possible and maintain she sits upright through all council meetings. When in company she will wear her more expensive jewels and bracelets but when she is alone she only has two pieces of jewelry that she will never remove. One is the wedding ring given to her when she married the king and the other is a small simple gold cross on a thin chain around her neck given to her by her grandmother. She always wears heeled slippers but will wear taller ones to state functions and council meetings.
Role: She is the Queen of Eriel

Likes: Tea, her cat Myrtle, helping her husband, being able to help people
Dislikes: the war, demons, people who don't try
Fears: The war destroying her kingdom and her people and losing her faith. She feels strong with her faith in god.
Goals: To be a good mother to the prince, a good wife to the king and a good queen to the kingdom.
Favorite Weapon(s): Laila keeps a set of throwing knives about her person. She's weak in hand to hand combat so she prefers to attack her enemy from a distance.

Other: Laila was born as the first and only daughter to a lord and his wife. She was always a sickly child and there were many times growing up that her parents feared she would die but she pulled through each time. As she grew older there was no one who could say she was not beautiful. Because of this her god fearing mother forced her to stay inside and wear a veil over her face telling her that god hated immodest women and vanity was a cardinal sin. She was bought up to believe whole heatedly in the bible and in seclusion she found some comfort in talking to God. She was young though and all young women will rebel against their parents. One day she snuck out of the house when her parents were at church. She saw the world she had been missing at the people that lived there. They all seemed so sad and depressed as the war had destroyed their homes, their crops and taken their sons from them. Laila wanted to help them but she could think of nothing. Eventually she had to leave the village and return home before her parents. On her way back she bumped into one of the kings advisers who was so stunned by her beauty he offered to walk with her the rest of the way and protect her. A few years after this incident the previous queen of Eriel died from sickness and a message was sent to her home asking if she would become the new queen. In a time of war a queen was needed to calm and comfort the people. Believing this was a sign from God that she should be able to look after the people of the kingdom as she had wished Laila agreed to the marriage and became the new queen. It became apparent that the king would never love her as he loved his old wife and it would take a lot of work for the prince to accept her but Laila was determined to help the people and worked hard at becoming the perfect queen. She is flawless in company, her speech is perfect, she has trained herself to be nothing but royal in company but it is exhausting her and recently she has become ill again. She tries very hard not to let the people around her see it...

So begins...

Laila's Story

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Akakios dropped down from the high window and started to walk around the very large stone castle with very prestegious furniture, it was the first time Akakios entered the castle since it was the first time he had a reason to. If he didn't take light silent steps the sound of his boots would echo through the stone corridor and then he saw her, the beautiful queen that, in his opinion was way too young to be a queen, she wore a very sofisticated dress that he had never seen any woman wear before and her face was soft and kind.
He put a sly smile on his face then lifted his chin and straightened his back so that he could walk like any other high and mighty noble, but with his mask on he gave more the impression of a confident demon. He no longer payed any attention to his loud echoing steps and then he slightly waved at the queen.
"How fair thee at the prime of the sun in these desolate stone halls?" He spoke softly and tried to act like a poet but then he dropped the whole thing, "Yeah, poetry isn't really my thing, but please let me express my dying and unfaithful and respect for you, O Queen of Eriel!"
Akakios made a very dramatic bow by crossing one leg in front of the other one arm over his chest and the other behind him then he tilted forward almost until his nose touched his knees. Then he got closer to the queen and picked her up, flung her over his shoulder like a sac of potatoes.
"Well, we don't really have much time for formalities so please excuse me," he head back toward the window where he had come from and sort of placed the queen on his shoulder a little more comfortably, "You know, my queen, you are much too light, you really should be eating better."

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"The boy did have a tendency to walk where his feet would take him without regard," Handor chuckled. "Perhaps now he'll see the need of wielding a sword." Handor gave his son a quick look over and saw the lad would be alright, "Still you said the bandits were fighting, was it some kind of internal feud or a rival group fighting for the hostage?" He had a hunch on another culprit but he was going to let the other two options be eliminated before he sought confirmation from the man himself. "After all kidnapping a Prince would catch a fortune any time but during a period where two kings are shamefully using their children to settle a feud. even more so; at any rate you and your men returned my son to me without harm and that is all any father could ask." He stretched his aging body again, "Speaking of holding a sword it would seem my old bones should get some practice in the courtyard, I was just heading to my quarters to fetch my shield." It was a known fact that he primarily fought with his shield so it wouldn't seem weird that he was getting the all important shield from his quarters.

"Perhaps we should invite Laila, let her know that there's still some youth left in me."

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Akakios jumped onto the sill of the window then jumped down to the roofs of the smaller homes, he held onto the queen to be sure she wouldn't fall because if she did and then people looked up to see him he would be called a murderer. He didn't want to murder the queen, he wanted to inflict chaos in the order of royalty to that he could get their respect and maybe even a high rank in their holdings but at best he could become king. Akakios didn't try and think to far ahead of himself and mostly concentrated of getting the queen back to his tavern but when he noticed that the queen was shaking he stopped a second. She was in pain. he didn't need Laila to be suffering, after all she had done nothing wrong so he slipped her off his shoulder and held her more delicately in princess position.
"I'm doing this because I've had enough laughter spat at my face," he knew she wouldn't understand so instead he asked, "Do you know the names of your people? Do you know all of their children? Of course you don't and no one is asking you to, but I want to be heard, I want to make a difference, I want to prove that I can do it."
He finally reached the tavern and pushed the door open with his foot then walked down the stairs and placed the queen on a chair. There was no need to tie her up because with Akakios and his three strangest men plus Danuvus, there was no way she would get away. Nouno still checker her for weapons and found a small knife in her sleeve then handed it to Akakios.
"In any case, welcome to my tavern, the Red Sprout," Akakios opened his arms presenting her the whole room and then he removed his mask, "I'm sorry I had to be so brutal with you but, I am Akakios Bartholemew, this is Jazz, Nouno, Beeto and Danuvus, we will treat you as any customer but don't be too worried soon you will be out of her and in Janus."
Akakios was planning to go to Janus himself and see his old colegue Viktor to see if he would take in the Queen of Eriel so that the plan could be perfectly elaborated because you can't put the fault on another kingdom unless you have proof, and Akakios knew exactly how to get proof. . .

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His men checked out the lovely queen while Akakios ruffled his shoulder length blond hair and loosened his boots. He wasn't tired from his little stroll into the castle but he yawned because he knew that he would have to dragg the queen all the way to Janus to bring her to Viktor and he would take his men with him. He also knew that he was going to have to call a meeting with his men so that they could elaborate a plan. . . Akakios was starting to think that maybe he could just sleep a little before doing all of that. Then he looked at the queen.
She put up an indifferent exression but Akakios saw fear in her eyes as she watched Akakios, he guessed that she had found out who he was but contrarily to most of his hostages she stood very still with her chin high and hiding all of her fear. For a queen who was quite frail she had a sterdy soul and quite a bit of character.

"I see," Laila started to say, "You plan to sell me across the border to refuel the fire of war but I fear you are mistaken. I am a figurehead queen only. As you so rightly said sir, I do not know my people, I spend my time locked away in the palace with a king who has no other use for me than to parade me at special occasions. I would be no loss to the kingdom. A queen is easily replaced."

"Wow!" Akakios blinked several times then laughed a little, "What a way to inferiate yourself, you really should rethink about what you just said. Why does a king have a queen? It's because the queen shows the serinity of the kindom and the love it can bring while the king is only the law and order, now how do you think the king will be when his serene and loving queen is no longer at his side. . .?"
"It'll get rough, and maybe even bloody," said Jazz.
"But, my queen," Akakios got closer to her and started pacing around her chair, "If you are persuaded that the king has no care what so ever for his queen then we'll find out. If he wants you back and fights, it means he might actually love you, but if he doesn't do anything, then I guess you can take this as me doing you a favor."

The men laughed but Akakios didn't really think any of it was funny, he actually wondered why the queen even said any of that stuff. He knew that she wasn't a fake because she was exactly what the guards of the palace had said she looked like when Akakios had captured them for information, and she seemed to be of age. There was one thing that Akakios didn't know, it was where she had come from before she became the new queen.
"How old are you? And where do you originate from?" Akakios asked but then Laila started coughing and blood stained her pale lips.
"Uh, boss," Jazz said, "That's not good."
Akakios picked up the queen and ordered his men to bring his water, a cloth and prepare some herbal tea. He brought her to his room and laid her on the king size, messy red velvet bed. He grabbed both pillows and placed them under her head then he removed the papers spread out on the white sheets and red blanket, he lit opened the window letting in some light and when the water and cloth arrived he started to wipe her face from the blood and press the cool cloth on her forehead.
"Akakios," said Beeto quietly, "We don't have any tea."
"In the kitchen, the last cabinet on the right, all the way in the back, in the simple wooden box," said Akakios and then his men left to get the tea. Akakios adressed himself to Laila, "How long have you been sick like this?"

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Handor had stood around waiting for Merrik to answer his question but with none forthcoming; he politely excused himself. Intent upon seeing his wife now that he'd had something of an encounter with his soon he started a quick search, starting with the spots she frequented and finally her own quarters. No matter where he checked, he couldn't find a trace of her. Thinking he was either jumping the gun or missing a detail, regardless his feet carried him to his own quarters now and he began speaking as soon as the door was shut." Lekonal, if things are like normal then you're probably in here somewhere. Call me a worrisome old man but I'd like you to quickly search the castle in case I missed something. We can settle the rest of this and the matter of you saving my son after I know if she's here or not."

Viktor
Viktor was casually partaking in his mid day meal, in all appearances what one would expect of a prosperous man; full of poise as if even during the mere act of eating he's putting on a show. Within the next week his alter ego, Tharizdun and the rebel leader of Eriel were going to meet up at their usual place. It was one of the few rules the two of them had, they would never meet up in a circumstance that directly linked the two of them together. The two men originally met by chance but the two men who were both overflowing with ambition actually got along quite well for one reason: Akakios wanted power, Viktor on the only hand only cared for wealth. As it stood the Daemon family had slowly been buying out every other Janus mining and smithing business, his next idea of expansion was to start buying out the bandages.After all if the two were going to start a war, why not own everything from the weapons and armor, to the daily supplies and the bandages and medicine that kept them going.
"I just need a way to get into the business," he calmly stated lifting a goblet of wine in silent toast to his future success.

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The queen had fallen asleep after Akakios had cared for her but cooling her forehead and making her drink some tea. Her fever had dropped and everything seemed to have gone back to normal the only problem that was now in Akakios' mind was that if he went on a trip with her and she got sick like this, nothing good would come of it.
"Jazz!" When Akakios called his right hand man came right away, "I'm going to leave in two hours, you're coming with me and tell Danuvus he's coming too. Nouno and Beeto are to stay here and protect the base or better yet, move it. When I leave destroy this place and move to somewhere else."
Jazz left after he was told everything and Akakios started to pack his things, he didn't need much since once he would arrive in Janus there would be Viktor and he would most likely welcome them properly. The only thing Akakios absolutely needed was royal clothes that he had stolen from the kings quarters and he had a plan.

Two hours later, Jazz and Danuvus were carrying Akakios and Laila in a carried chariot so like that they wouldn't be seen in the commercial roads that were always bustling with life and if they were stopped, Akakios could always pretend that he was a drunk rich who accidentally brought the queen with him (it was very doubtful that anyone would believe him and that was exactly the point).
Jazz and Danuvus made a quick stop and in that time Akakios came out some little girl passed by but stopped when the saw the beautiful dress Laila was wearing.
"You're the queen!" The little girl exclaimed, "Why are you here milady?"
"Oh I happened to - have brought her - along with me," Akakios made perfect imitations of a hiccuping drunk man.
People started to whisper which was the first sign of doubt and of rumors spreading and when rumors spread so do guards and then guards start a war when they get too close to Janus.

They went off again and Akakios had a small discussion with Laila about how all of this was for both of their good, Akakios would have the power and respect he had always dreamed of and Laila would see if the king truly loved her or not. It was a win win for the both of them but the queen went on with how war is bad and that so many innocent lives would be caught into it.
"No innocent lives will be brought into this if the King gives me his throne, but since kings are stubborn and stupid then, yeah, people will die for no reason," Akakios said bluntly.
The carried chariot stopped and Jazz said, "We're here boss."

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Laila sat upright in the chariot as it jolted along the road. She stole a look at Akakios sprawled out on the rugs and cushions to her left. He looked to be deep in thought, contemplating his actions maybe...She shook her head slightly to dispel the foolish notion. He would be running though his plans making sure everything was fool proof. He had one goal and he struck her as the type who would do anything to achieve them. The only reason he had cared for her was that she was important right now, she was the goods that needed to be traded and no man paid full price for damaged goods. When she had been passed across the border that was another matter entirely. With her health in this state she didn't expect she would last long if she tried to escape herself. It killed her inside to admit it but the best thing for her to do right now was to comply with this mad man. After a quick stop where they had almost been caught by a group of villagers Akakios spoke to her again about how this whole incident would be beneficial to both of them.

'Nothing comes from war except the rise of the selfish and the demise of the innocent.'
She recited a line from a poem she had read as a girl and continued with her stubborn silence.
"No innocent lives will be brought into this if the King gives me his throne, but since kings are stubborn and stupid then, yeah, people will die for no reason,"
His response was blunt. He had obviously thought this plan through many times and was adamant that it was a king who caused the suffering of his subjects.
Laila bowed her head.
'I'm sorry for you. You have never been supported by the belief of others. It's a poor mother who leaves her son without the promise of hope but you wont find what you're looking for by ruling a kingdom.'
For the first time she looked at Akakios fully with her blue eyes. It was only for a moment but she needed him to know that she was willing to die to stop the war he was trying to conjure. She hoped he would see the determination there. She looked away as one of the men outside spoke, a small smile on her lips. She pulled aside the curtain and stepped down from the carriage with all the grace of a goddess. Her tightly laced bodice made sure she stood up straight and her determination made her smile through the pain. She looked for all the world like a visiting queen accompanied by gentlemen not a captive and her captors at all. If anyone saw them they would think she had been invited to the border.

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The thing about Viktor was that Akakios truly admired him for his brute strength and his physical appearance that was completely different from his humorous and sort of welcoming personality (depends on if he wants or doesn't want to welcome you). Even without his armor he was amazing, but without his armor he went by the name Tharizdun. The odd thing was that Akakios admired the guy even though he has four years younger than Akakios and Akakios had been doing the rebel business for much longer than him.

"Seems you brought an interesting toy to me this time Pride."

He turned his gaze back toward Laila and cracked a smile once he was facing Viktor again, "Only the best gifts are for you, Greed. But I think we had best discuss this matter inside, we've already spread the rumor that she is in Janus but it would be too much of a risk to speak of her presence here."
Akakios asked the queen to give his her hand so that she could follow him and Viktor into the actual meeting place where they would discuss everything.

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Laila's eyes flicked between the two men. Due to the way he was dressed this new man could be none other than Tharizdun, the rebel leader of Janus. She had heard her husband talk about this man and it had never been anything pleasant. She was trapped between the two most dangerous men in the kingdoms with little hope, less power and an all consuming sense of her own failure.

"Seems you brought an interesting toy to me this time Pride."

A toy? That was the first time anyone had referred to her like that but she supposed that's how her life had always been. She'd been dressed up from an early age, taught manners, graces, how to walk, talk, how to breathe even and then passed into the castle to masquerade as queen. She had hated the entire process but becoming queen had given her freedom from her mother's power and given her the chance to help people. All she had ever wanted for herself was to help stop the suffering caused by the war and now she couldn't even do that. For a moment her pain threatened to overwhelm her and she had to bite her bottom lip to stop the tears forming in her eyes. Was there really no way out of this? Akakios extended a hand to her. Reluctantly she took it in her own and shuddered as her skin touched his. Everything about this man disgusted her but when he passed her over to Tharizdun she didn't think she would be any better off.

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Viktor lead the crew up to the hidden door carved into an nearby stone wall and executed a specific knock. A man opened the stone door from the inside and he continued down the stairs in Tharizdun's usual controlled demeanor. The stairway was sparsely lit and it lead them down deep, " If someone would be so kind as to carry her Majesty. We don't want her to fall or sprain an ankle." The tone hadn't been mocking, merely a statement of fact.

The stairs took a long while, in connected into the abandoned passages of the deepest of the Daemon mines but after an untold period they reached the bottom. An underground lake lay before them complete with a virtual fleet of rafts and lesser boat. " We'll be headed to a deep location as opposed to here as usual. Trust me you'll like what's on the other side." He strode into a boat and let the mini fleet take them across, from the running chambers to a secret forge that very few had knowledge of its existence. The trip across the water was a quick one, while deep and freezing it was not extensively broad and they arrived on the other side without a hitch.

"Welcome to the Dark Forge," Tharizdun introduced the place with a flare of theatrics. "I'll take the Queen off your hands here and feel free to browse, the wares." He reached out a hand as he said this, intending to enjoy her one way or the other. " I presume that our initial deal for such matters should suffice, since you brought me Her Majesty I hardly have any need to try to increase the price on this selection."

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As Tharizdun lead them down the stairs he said, "If someone would be so kind as to carry her Majesty. We don't want her to fall or sprain an ankle."

"I'll take care of that," Akakios pulled Laila into his arms and held her gently against his chest as they went down the stairs, in the boat he kept her close and surveyed Tharizdun's men.
It wasn't like he didn't trust them it was just because they had these hungry looks on their faces and not just for food. The thing about Thraizdun is that he always had these very complicated hide outs and never had to move from them because no ever found them in the first place while Akakios preferred a comfortable underground tavern even if he couldn't stay long in them.

Finally they arrived at a large forge which Tharizdun introduced dramatically as the Dark Forge. It had style that's for sure but in mostly had a lot of supplies. Armor, weapons and other useful objects. The was his price for bringing the Queen to him, he could name anything he wanted for himself in exchange of the Queen.
"I'll take the Queen off your hands here and feel free to browse, the wares," he reached out a hand, but Akakios noticed the same look in his eyes as the rest of the men from before, "I presume that our initial deal for such matters should suffice, since you brought me Her Majesty I hardly have any need to try to increase the price on this selection."

Akakios thought for a little bit before finally answering, "Actually, I was hoping I could stay here a little while since bringing the Queen here stirred up a few things in Eriel and I can't go home yet. I will take some time then name my price after I have chosen out of all the wonders you have forged here."
He signaled for Laila to reach for Tharizdun's hand and as she went with him he said, "Be careful with her she's a bit fragile and I made a bet with her, isn't the right Laila. Let's see if the King truly loves you."

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"Now Your Majesty, please do be kind. After all you and he will be my guests for a while, I'm sure the Daemon family can already attest to my hospitality." Viktor's voice was sickeningly sweet as he said this, it was the fate of the Daemon family; Tharizdun must always be there and his existence came first in all things.

"If we're making a wager on Handor's actions, I will bet that the old man will take action; but it will be of the darker nature. I expect we'll see the Paladin King has more than a couple dark secrets." He noted how Laila had shied earlier from his touch so he he refrained from touching her, instead motioning to lead while barely keeping his hands off her. "If you will all follow me up to the manse I will ensure the Lord Daemon will play the adequate host this evening." With that he turned and strode up and out of the Dark Forge into one of the cellars and leading the group into one of the audience chambers. His feet carried him swiftly and unlike his Viktor persona he truly seem the master of the house.

"It's been a while and I'm sure you all have some...preparation you'd each like to do for supper. Ring the bell on the table to summon staff and they'll see to everything from here." Akakios knew that he was simply following family protocol at the moment, disunioning the two personae so an "innocent" face could be maintained. That being said he walked out of the door and went to the private chambers of Tharizdun, where the weapons and armor were held and he could prepare for supper himself.

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"Do not speak to me like we're friends. Someone like you doesn't have the right to speak my name as if we are familiar. You're a selfish, evil creature and I hope this brings you nothing but misery!"

Akakios burst out in a bone chilling laughter and then he addressed himself to the queen who had regained Viktor's side after feeling the murder and calamitous presence of Viktor, "Laila, I kidnapped you, I think we can be intimate with our names and don't worry, you're not the only who wishes for my misery."

Of course she hated Akakios, but he on the other hand had oddly taken a liking to her. When she had been sick in his tavern and so vulnerable he could have done anything to her but instead he felt like protecting her and that feeling still resided in his heart and soul. The reason why he wished to stay longer in Janus wasn't only because he could go back to Eriel so soon, but because he felt like he had to protect Laila for as long as he could.

"Jazz, Danuvus," Akakios called them onto the land after he had gotten his feet on the floor of the forge, "Come on, let's go. Don't worry Greed, I remember how it all works, and supper takes place in the dinning hall all together I presume?"

Last time Akakios had come to see Viktor the service was great, and who doesn't love service? Well, after a while Akakios got a little annoyed by constantly having to say what he wanted and waiting for it to come instead of getting it himself but still, it was always fun for a few days.
He followed Viktor to the cellars where there were beds and a table with the bell to ring for service. When Viktor left with Laila to prepare for supper, Akakios did the same. He had brought some of his more casual clothes and changed out of the royal clothing he had been wearing for the ride to Janus. He slipped on his high boots and his black pants then he put on a loose white cloth shirt open to his chest. Jazz and Danuvus also got ready for the meal.

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"Laila, I kidnapped you, I think we can be intimate with our names and don't worry, you're not the only who wishes for my misery."
She pointed ignored this statement with her face turned away from Akakios as he spoke but the tiniest stir of interest washed through her. She wondered how many people there really were who hated this man enough to wish him misery. Likely quite a few. The sound of his laugh was still echoing in her head only re enforcing the fact this man was a heartless monster for only a monster could laugh like that.
"Now Your Majesty, please do be kind. After all you and he will be my guests for a while, I'm sure the Daemon family can already attest to my hospitality."
And this man was no better. His very voice sent chills down her spine. It sounded so sweet, so calm but there was no way a man with those traits could radiate such an evil aura. Laila just kept looking at the stone walls and ignored the both of them.
"If we're making a wager on Handor's actions, I will bet that the old man will take action; but it will be of the darker nature. I expect we'll see the Paladin King has more than a couple dark secrets."
Tharizdun made the passing comment as he began to lead the group away. Laila walked beside him, worry for her husband welling up inside her. He was a good king but a rash man. There was no telling what he might do if he knew she were in Janus and thought she was in danger. Come to think of it she didn't even know how long she'd been gone. The days and nights had all blurred into one for her and then there was her episode back at the tavern...How long had it been? Laila bit her lip in frustration trying to work it out but she couldn't focus. The man beside her, their host, was still a source of fear and his being so close threw her off.

The walk was not a long one and Laila was relieved when the group stepped into open space of an audience chamber.
"It's been a while and I'm sure you all have some...preparation you'd each like to do for supper. Ring the bell on the table to summon staff and they'll see to everything from here."
Laila watched as the host walked away and couldn't disguise the feeling of relief that flooded through her body. She stepped up to the table and rang the bell gently. Two young maids popped out from one of the doorways and hurried her through another away from Akakios, away from her captors.
The first maid opened a large wooden door for Laila as the second maid escorted her through. A huge wooden tub sat in the middle of the room, steam rising from the water within.
'We thought you might like a bath miss.'
Laila smiled. She was so grateful to these girls that she forgot to act like a queen.
'Thank you.'
The girls smiled back and quickly helped her get undressed. It took quite a few minutes for Laila to finally be free of the layers of fabric she surrounded herself in and as one of the girls unlaced her corsets the pure freedom she felt was beautiful. How long had she been wearing those clothes? One of the girls picked up the bundle and vanished back out the room whilst the other helped Laila into the tub.
'My name's Lucy and my sister is Katy.' She started speaking as she pulled the remaining ornaments from Laila's hair. 'How do you manage to keep your head up straight with all of these in? It must be so heavy...'
Laila let Lucy's chatter wash over her like the water as the girl freed and washed her hair. She never stopped. When Katy came back she was summoned to help because Laila had so much hair Lucy couldn't do it by herself. It didn't take as long with the pair of them and soon Laila was scrubbed clean and her hair fell like a black waterfall down her back.
'You're so pretty miss!'
Katy earned a slap from her sister for being so forward which made Laila giggle. She missed the company of women more than she cared to think and these two were like a breath of fresh air to her.
'We don't have clothes as fancy as the ones you had. Will this be alright miss?'
Lucy held up a simple light blue silk dress. It had a boned corset sewn into the top and the skirt was made of fuller materiel at the back so that there would be a train when you walked.
'It's fine, thank you.'
It took a further 10 minutes for the girls to help Laila into her dress but when they were done Laila felt freer than she had ever done. The light material of the dress made her feel like she was floating and the silk was soft against her skin. Her hair was lose down her back because the girls couldn't put it up for her and for once Laila didn't mind. She slipped her feet into the matching blue slippers provided before following the girls back through the halls to the dinning room. When she arrived there was no one there. The huge room was empty aside from the table set up for dinner.
'This would be a perfect place for a ball.'
'What?'
Katy's eyes widened at the words.
'A ball.' Laila smiled 'you know, dancing and feasting.'
Katy shook her head.
'You've never danced? Well, there's always time to learn.'
With a giggle Laila pulled Katy towards her and swept her down the hall in one of the more popular dances at court. The steps were simple but all the twirling made the dance much more fun. Her husband hadn't really been a man to hold balls and when he did he didn't dance. Laila had to sit and watch the other dancers with an air of polite interest when the truth was she wanted to join in. Her husband said that too much activity was bad for her health...she couldn't see how, after today, dancing was going to make her any worse. Lucy started humming a tune for them to dance to. It was an old song but still a pretty one and once Laila realised she knew it she joined in too. Katy had picked up the steps quickly and the pair of them twirled up and down the hall.

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Viktor began to remove the gear of Tharizdun as soon as the secret room was sealed. First he hung the great-sword on its rack and then began to undo all the various facets and locks that kept the armor on and made is seem more like a metal layer of skin. The process was long and tedious but he eventually got everything off and in their respective racks. Fortunately the room was cold so he hadn't built up a sweat so he was able to quickly manicure himself into the Lord Daemon for his guests.

He took a couple moments mentally getting himself into the role of the man, removing all traces of Tharizdun from his presence. He stopped at the door, hearing the singing going on in the hall and paused. He couldn't remember the last time he had heard any music, much less singing in the mansion...maybe even never. Regardless he opened the door, every bit the image of a successful businessman, "Ah your Majesty, Katy, Lucy; good to see you." He put some effort into looking slightly flustered, "I was...informed that I'd be having company tonight but I never imagined I would be catering to royal tastes. I do hope things are to your satisfaction."

He dipped a bow as he made his greetings, trying to maintain appearance. " My family's been under Tharizdun's shadow for over three generations now and it's been quite a while since music last blessed these halls." Doing his best to seem every bit as scared as one of his lesser henchmen that encountered his darker persona he continued, "Hopefully your stay here will be a pleasant one, for what it's worth I'll try to keep it so." If she was as susceptible to acting as the Janian court then odds were things would work out quite well between the two of them.

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He had finished ressing and made his way down the hall with Jazz and Danuvus following behind when he heard something. It was soft and joyful something that really came into Akakios' vocabulary so he went to find the source of the sound and saw the beautiful Laila twirling around with two other girls. He didn't want to break their fun so he just stayed back in the dark watching them until a man came out, that man being Viktor or also known as Tharizdun. . .

"Ah your Majesty, Katy, Lucy; good to see you. I was...informed that I'd be having company tonight but I never imagined I would be catering to royal tastes. I do hope things are to your satisfaction," said Viktor.

"It's not only them," Akakios came out of the dark with his arms crossed over his chest and Jazz fiddling with his knife while Danuvus stood up straight staring at the girl named Lucy.

"My family's been under Tharizdun's shadow for over three generations now and it's been quite a while since music last blessed these halls," again with his split characters.

He bid the girls a nice stay with a slight smile and the same attitude one of his underlings would have. Everytime he did that, Akakios always felt like laughing. He still didn't understand why the man did his split persona thing but he never judged it nor asked any questions.

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"Ah your Majesty, Katy, Lucy; good to see you. I was...informed that I'd be having company tonight but I never imagined I would be catering to royal tastes. I do hope things are to your satisfaction,"
Laila dropped Katy's hands and instantly stepped away from the girl. Her cheeks flushed pink as she realized she had been caught acting in a very undignified manner. She fought the instinct to look at the floor and held herself up straight forcing herself to look into the eyes of her host. He bowed after he spoke giving the impression he was at least a little familiar with royals. Laila folded her hands together in front of her and inclined her head slightly in acknowledgement. Her long hair fell past her face forcing her to tuck a few stray strands back behind her ear. This was why she kept it tied up, every movement made her hair obscure her face. She would have to work round this little problem.
"It's not only them,"
Akakios came striding out of one the doorways accompanied by his two henchmen, that self satisfied smirk still plastered across his face. Laila wondered just how long he had been there and the thought made her blush again. For this man to see her in her most vulnerable state and now seeing her acting like a common woman was just too much.
"Hopefully your stay here will be a pleasant one, for what it's worth I'll try to keep it so."
Shaking her head slightly Laila dispelled all thoughts of Akakios from her mind for the moment. She had to act the part of the gracious guest. This man seemed as scared of the rebel leader who ran his home as Katy and Lucy. Maybe they were all as trapped as her. She stepped gracefully across the floor towards the man, the trail of her thin blue gown sweeping the flagstones behind her. When she was close enough she took one of his hands in her own and gave him the most stunning smile she could manage. As she touched him a flash of something sinister ran through her. There was something very wrong here but she couldn't stop now.
'Thank you for opening your home to me. Your gracious hospitality is gratefully accepted.'
She dropped his hand and stepped away still maintaining a smile and gestured to the table.
'Shall we?'
Without waiting for a response she walked to the table with Lucy hurrying to pull a chair out for her. Laila sat in the chair and smiled at the girl who flashed her a quick smile back before curtsying to the master of the house and his guests and hurrying out the room. Katy quickly followed suit leaving Laila alone with the men again.

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Viktor had to suppress a wince when Akakios came into the room, he had good timing; he just wanted a bit more time to himself. The queen was touching him at the moment and there was a slight stir in his true nature at the time, he couldn't tell if she caught it. She had a lovely smile and in truth he honestly wanted to possess her now that he'd gotten a better look so in hindsight it wasn't overly surprising that his nature stirred.

He found her composure rather astounding, first comforting him and then inviting him to dinner at his own table. "Yes I was also informed of you, so I hope the fare also meets your own tastes." He sat at the table himself while the servants handled the queen, as it was dinner seemed like it would be rather interesting. At any rate he hoped his partner finally saw the benefit of wearing two hats when handling a hostage; if they have someone to sympathize with they get more compliant.

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Truly, the meal was exquisite and the company was great. Akakios had always enjoyed hearing of Viktor's battles and victories, his thieving and running after skirts. . . now that Akakios thought about it, they were very much a like except for one thing. . . Viktor used brute strength to destroy his enemies while Akakios went in for the soft spot to break things down. He kept a sharp eye on Viktor but did it discretely so no suspicion would rise, he had trained himself to be perfect in blending in and being unnoticed. He also watched over the Queen who seemed to be actually enjoying the presence of the two girls at her disposal.

"Cap'," Jazz whispered in Akakios' ear as everyone else discussed and made well of their meal, "We've moved to a place called The Devil's Den and Nouno says that the Prince Aaron is out of the city."

The news was astonishing. This could be great opportunity for Akakios. He had the queen which enraged the king and now the prince was playing hero and walking away from the town which protects him from people like Akakios. If he was to murder the prince. . . A thin grin slipped up Akakios' lips and then he gently drank some wine from his glass. This was a mighty day. . . A very promising and mighty day.
"Jazz," Akakios caught his comrades attention, "I want you to try and find the Prince, once you found him come back and tell me his whereabouts."

Akakios knew that it was best to speak of this with Viktor before he killed the prince. . . it would be better if Viktor sent his men because first of all, they were more numerous, and second, Akakios didn't want to risk the loss of his precious comrades because something told him that the Prince wouldn't leave a second time from Eriel unprotected.