commander

all

Nala

"You filthy whore!" As Aurora cleared the threshold of the exterior doors she started running for the throne. Torra stepped quickly in front of me and protected me, but Aurora pounded her fists on his chest.

How many times as she called me a dirty whore?

Joseph pulled her back, while Jonah stood calmly on the stone floor. "And your bitch taking the moral high ground."

"My advisor is protecting his Commander. He is my subject, a citizen under my empire, which is always growing." I defended immediately.

"On the matter of your empire, have you forgotten your duties as a wife to my son?" Aurora pried. Surely he had to mention that he couldn't get any off me.

"Are you out of your mind?" I almost laugh and pull the knife, once again, from the armrest of the throne. I gripped the knife tightly, making sure not to release it into flesh. "You have me marry your son to unite two clans. You try to have people watch me have sex! You still continue in your efforts after you learned I miscarried! For Ana's sake!" I screamed, slowly inching my way towards her. "And then you have the audacity to come back here call me a whore." I flipped the knife in my head, the lethal blade becoming more and more attractive.

"Go to hell." Aurora stated loudly, her sour breathing sprayed into my face.

"I married your son you idiot! I've been to hell and back!" I screamed and took a dramatic seat back on my throne. "Guards." I addressed all the soldiers in the room. "To their rooms. The suites on the top floor facing the forest." I ordered and two soldiers had escorted Aurora and Joseph down the left hall to remote suites that, unless memorized, had no way out. That part of the palace was ultimately a maze.

"Word from Shallow Valley arrived. They ask for reassurances about our alliance." Torra spoke and turned back to stand next to the throne.

"What do you suggest?" I asked and opened up my notebook to the next blank page.

"Something permanent, that can't be taken or destroyed . . ." Torra dragged on. "Something physical. . ."

"A tattoo." It was perfect.

"A . . . what?" Torra was dumbfounded.

"Something permanent, cannot be taken or replaced, something physical. Marking the Commander for life. A public event. It's perfect." I finished, writing down the idea in the notebook.

"What would you get?" Torra asked. "It's not like you'll have everyone sign your skin."

Torra's idea gave me an idea, to which I created a gorgeous design on the notebook directly under my tattoo idea. "It would go on my right shoulder." I said and directed where it would go, from as far as my left hand could reach across my chest around to my lower bicep.

"Perfect." Torra complemented before turning to a girl in a dress with the very familiar white armband. "The other clans have joined demand a summit of ambassadors." Torra said quietly. There were soldiers that had been stationed in the throne room without proper clearance.

"Have them meet in the Hall." I told and the girl scurried off quickly.

"What the hell are you going to do?" Torra asked, almost smiling.

I held up my notebook and tapped the cover trustingly. "The skin of the Commander permanently marked? I'm signing over my body for a peaceful alliance. They cannot deny it. It's not within their morals." I said and took a sheathed sword and fixed the belt around my waist. It dangled lowly and the tip occasionally collided with my leg.