Uncertainty (Ep 1)

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The chambers were musky and dirty even but neither party truly minded for it was familiar to both Queen and Seer.

Mara was digging through her herbs and remedies when she stumbled upon the exact tin she was after nearer to the bottom.

Vanessa smelled the tin with a disgusted grimace, "An absolutely vile smell Mara."

Mara chuckled, "Unless he is an excellent husband then he won't be smelling where she puts it. Fear not Majesty, your dear Elisabeth will bear the sons you desire her to," Mara broke out into a beam at her friend.

"She must bear sons, as soon as it is physically possible for her to. What is a wife's value to her husband if not to provide him with heirs and spares as well as daughters for alliances?" Vanessa pinched the bridge of her nose.

Mara could only nod a little, "That is the way our world works Vanessa, we women do not have the luxury of anything other than being a child bearer in most circumstances."

"Yes, unfortunately we do not. Now, on the topic of heirs, what do you know of my dearest golden child? My sweet Acho. You have had visions my friend, what do you see with his future?" Vanessa pressed, setting the tin down to face her dear friend.

Mara sighed, "Nothing I can piece together entirely, only images that fleet through my mind in my dreams. Please specify what you want to know, what are the roots of your concerns?" She replied.

"Will he love her Mara? Or more so will she love my darling son? How do I control her? She is a Queen in her own right! She may outrank me in my own court!" Vanessa scoffed, throwing her hands into the air.

"Is it her youth? Perhaps its her power? Or maybe it's her beauty? Is that what bothers Your Majesty?" Mara questioned, rearranging her herbs and remedies.

A teasing tone entered Vanessa's voice, "Mara dear! I've had a vision! I can see you kneeling at the block! Executed by my own command! Of course I say this with only thanks for the secrets we share for each other dear."

Mara let out a small chuckle, "Patience my dear friend, provide me with only that luxury and answers will be Your Majesty's."

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