Tara was five when her mistress was born. She was born into her father's tribe, the Meeshas, and was picked to be the queen's, Harta's, daughter's sorcerer. Nimueh, the daughter, was only five when her mother died and Tara was ten. Nimeuh's father...
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*** Beeja's point of view
I sat at the dining table with my father and Queen Bensha as we awaited the others to arrive for dinner. Fencha, my younger brother, had just arrived home from a tough hunt, so I would be surprised if he actually showed up. The children younger than my sister, Nimeuh, had been sent off days ago to give father a break from them. I was just waiting for Nimeuh and her protectors to join us. Normally a protector does not get the privilege of sitting at the king's table, however ever since Nimeuh was real young, her protectors have sat with her. Perhaps it's because she had grown so close to the girls. The guard never sits at the table. This was made clear when Nimeuh showed up in a beautiful pink gown all by her lonesome. I wondered where the sorcerer had gotten off to. I hadn't see Tara in years, so I wondered what had become of the young witch.
"Good afternoon, sires," Nimeah spoke to her father and I before taking her seat. She sat tall, and I glanced her over. She seemed healthy enough, though we all knew she was struggling. It must have been so difficult to have experienced what she had, but I knew no such pain. Mother would've known how to care for her, but we were stuck with Bensha instead. I knew the woman hated Nimeuah.
"Where is Tara?" Father asked gravely. He knew as well as I did that our family could never withstand another loss so soon.
"She has been resting, though she should be here soon," Nimeuh spoke shyly. "She saw her family on the way into town, and it was hard for her to see her sister and nephew. Could you believe that she doesn't even know her nephew's name? I don't know how she is so strong..."
"Nimeuh, are you alright?" I questioned her. "Has something happened on your pilgrimage?"
"No, nothing has occurred while I was go-" Nimeuh was interrupted by the grand door opening creakily. All eyes turned to see the most beautiful sight I had ever laid eyes upon. The girl's- no, woman's hair was put up messily, though sturdily, and her bright red pout had me practically drooling. Her dress had too much lace which revealed a lot of skin, though I greedily took in the sight. Her cleavage was mesmerizing as I wondered what the beautiful mounds that created the crease would look like.
"Forgive my absence, my lord," the lady spoke with a perfumed, sweet voice. I almost fell to my knees just looking at her. That dress just had to hug her curves at every angle perfectly. "Perhaps I should just go back to my chambers and allow you all to eat-"
"That would be wonderf-" Bensha began just be interrupted by father.
"Nonsense!" He spoke loudly. "Take your seat, Tara." Tara? Little Tara had grown into this beautiful creature? I could hardly believe my eyes. The sorcerer had completely captured my heart, and I had no idea what to do. All I could do was sit there with my mouth open until I had a slap of reality.
"Beeja, why don't you tell your sister and Tara your plans for the kingdom once it is yours. Perhaps they could help you," my father suggested. I then began stumbling through my speech.
*** Tara's point of view
I listened intently as Beeja began to speak. I don't remember him being do handsome. His brown hair was spiked up in an extremely handsome way, and he had grown out a beard and mustache. I fell into his bright blue eyes.
"So in conclusion," Beeja spoke, "by requiring all young men who reach the age of fifteen to go through training then a test to make it into our army, I will be able to increase the amount of people in out military." He ended with a smug grin, and then it hit me what he had just said.
"Wait, what?" I asked all of a sudden. He couldn't do that. I was thinking about my own nephew, and what if he didn't want to join the military. All eyes were looking intently at me. "You can't force people to join your military."
"Well, these people should want to live for their kingdom, therefore they happily will be forced into the army," Beeja responded. His smirk had faded and he looked very serious and confused.
"There's this thing called free will, and you can't just take that away from your people. Maybe instead of completely forcing their freedoms away, you could keep their trust and safety. You are nothing without them." I realized how rude I sounded after I stood up to walk away.
"Stop!" Beeja yelled at me, so I halted in my way. I turned around to face him. "Meet me after dinner in my chambers. I want to hear more of your thoughts."
"Fine." I walked out.
***Nimeuh's point of view
Tara made me proud that she stood up to my brother. I wouldn't have ever came to the conclusion that we would lose the people's trust if Beeja went through with his plan. I'm looking forward to hear what they come up with when they are together. I just hope they don't fight too much. Those two have always been hard on each other and never gotten along very well.
"Beeja," I began, "why don't you head out now. You have a lot to talk about with Tara, and you should get your information together."
"I think I'll finish dinner first," he responded. "So father, what are your plans for the week?"
"Well, now that my wife is home again, I plan on getting away with her," Julias spoke out. "That would leave you two, Fencha, and your protectors in the house. Please be wise and don't get too out of hand. We'll leave early in the morning." We all finished eating in silence, and we then headed to our own rooms. I fell asleep quickly, yet I knew Tara and Beeja would be up all night.
