A child of the Gods is sent to the exile lands, she must discover why she was sent there. Once she finds her purpose nothing will stand in the way of her reaching that goal! Follow Reyna as she discovers her true purpose.
The Queen's hand was a female named Willow, she had dark blue eyes and long wavy brown hair. She was walking along the river near where a temporary camp had been set up. The Queen was on her way back to the capital city. All of her people were eager to see her on her trip as she stopped by each tribe to visit them and bring them blessings from the gods. It was becoming more and more apparent that the Queen needed to start picking her husbands from the tribes.
It was a long-standing tradition that the Queen takes a strong male from each tribe, and the one she favors the most would be her true husband. The others would be there to do with as she wished. Queen Reyn had been on the throne for several years, but it was now time to secure an heir and do so quickly.
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Reyn paced the floor of her tent, knowing that she would soon be visited by a representative from the tribe they were currently visiting. She wore a long flowing skirt made of black silk and a top that was wrapped around her. Both of them had a chain that was stitched along the edging that made a slight jingle when she walked. She did not like the heavy crown that Tau had used before her, plus it reminded her and most of the tribes of the realm of his treatment of them. She chose to wear one that represented her kind mother, Goddess Hua... It was made of a soft leather band with jewels on it, with a beautiful set of deer antlers. She made a powerful silhouette when she danced in front of the fire on the nights they had celebrations.
The tribe she was at now was different from the others in the realm, for they were still stuck in the old ways. Reyn had gotten rid of slavery in the realm, making it an offense against the crown if anyone tried it. Yet when she walked through the village yesterday, she thought she saw a man in a cage. She was going to confront someone about that today. When she was first sent to live among the mortals, she had been enslaved because no one understood her, nor trusted a child with white-colored hair. It was not until she was older and stronger than she broke free from her masters and swore to free all the other slaves from that same fate.
The man they called Vend entered her tent and bowed before her, "Your Grace." He kissed the rings on her hand before he tried to continue, "I come before you to talk about an offer of..."
She cut him off, "Yes, yes I am well aware. I want to know about the man I saw in a cage yesterday while walking through the village."
His eyes went wide, "Your grace, please do not trouble yourself with that man. He is nothing."
The queen narrowed her eyes, "I shall have the head of the slave owner. I made it perfectly clear there will be NO slavery in my realm!"
Vend pulled himself up to his full height. "I am the slave owner." He had broad shoulders and stood a few inches above Reyn, but she was not intimidated by anyone. "What of the slaves you keep, Your Grace."
"I FREE slaves! My servants, guards... Everyone who is in my court is here because they pledge to me. I do not own them!"
"What about your hand, Willow? Do you not tell her she belongs to you?"
"You misunderstand being a cherished servant." Reyn was losing her patience with him.
"I cherish my slaves." Vend apparently had not heard about Reyn, nor had he seen the knife handle sticking out of the belt around her waist. No one should underestimate her, she was known as the 'Queen of war" by most of the tribes. But, alas for Vend... He would not get to know anything other than the afterlife. For her blade was swift and true as she drew it across his neck.
"And yet, no one will mourn you." Reyn said as a low growl.
Zu, her bodyguard stuck his head into the tent and raised an eyebrow. "Your Grace?" He looked down at the body at her feet and gave a slight chuckle. "Negotiating went well, I take it."
"See to it that his body is dealt with. And bring me the cages from the village." She pushed the body away from her with her barefoot and she curled up her lip in disgust. "It is bleeding on my new rug."
In under an hour, her tent was cleaned, and all the cages were set before her as she sat on her throne. She tilted her head to one side as she looked them over. Three females and three males. She walked toward them and knelt before each one till she found the man she saw in the market. His eyes were green and his hair was blonde.
"There you are... do you understand me?" She was not sure if any of them could speak or not. He shook his head yes, scars covered his back and arms. She looked toward Willow, "Get him out of there and take him to my tent." Zu started to protest, but she touched her blade handle.
Zu held back any words of protest, "Yes, Your Grace."
"And take the rest to get cleaned up and to the servant tent." She walked toward the village, "I have some hunting to do." Zu fell in line behind her. He knew she was going to take care of anyone that had turned a blind eye on the slaver.
She was barefoot, with her silk skirt flowing out behind her, a chain that hung at her waist made a little 'ting' sound as she walked along the path to the village. Zu smiled as he watched her from his position behind her. All the men, and most of the females of the camp... yes even the married ones wanted her. Why wouldn't they? She was a powerful Goddess, and she was their Queen. She had to pick several men to be her husbands, and one 'True' husband to rule at her side. Her heirs would return to the villages to help rule over them, and keep them strong.
Zu knew he could never be more than her bodyguard, and he took that position very seriously. This didn't stop his nights from being filled with dreams of her white hair cascading all around him as she laid on his chest. He longed to reach out and touch her soft skin, but he didn't dare touch her unless she asked him to. She was deadly with a blade and had proved it time and time again.
Once they arrived in the village, all of those who had known of the slaves and did nothing to stop it were dealt with swiftly. Those who were willing to give out information were rewarded. Those who were not, well... they met similar ends to those they were protecting.
Upon their return from the village, Zu sought out Vai the mystic. "Our Queen feels very compassionate for these slaves." He said as he slumped down on a pile of pillows she had on the floor of her tent.
Vai looked at the powerful bodyguard, "Are you jealous of the slave who is sharing her tent?"
Zu made a face, "No, Her Grace can do as she wishes. But I just feel that if she is going to be looking for partners then I should at least be on the list, even if it is at the bottom."
Vai smirks, "Willow knows who is and who isn't on the list. I think you should talk to her. But watch out, Willow gets to pick her own partner from those Her Grace doesn't want. She might set her sights on you. So unless you want her as an alternative, I would keep my mouth shut."
Zu thinks for a moment, "Willow would not be a bad pick for a wife either. But she is not the queen."
Vai shrugs her shoulders, "You are not going to be King, so I would calm down. Best you could hope for is one of the partners the queen gets to have."
