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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***Picture of Beeja waiting outside his room for Tara
***Beeja's point of view
I dressed into more comfortable clothing, then stepped out the door to my room. The castle was laid out strangely. There was a large fence surrounding the entire premises with one gate that looked down on the tribe. Each room surrounded the courtyard in the center of the mansion. The rooms were each built next to each other, however one must exit to outside in order to enter another room. A grand garden surrounded the entrances.
I stood outside my room waiting for Tara. Each bedroom was down it's own hall of gardens, and the palace could often become a maze because of all the extensions through out the area. I saw a flash of black and I knew it was her. I then opened my door to my chambers and entered. I saw that a woman stood there holding up a camera, and she snapped a picture. I glared at her as she lowered the camera to look at the picture.
"Your stance while waiting outside for me is very appealing of you," Tara spoke as she showed me the shot. It was a very flattering picture.
"Perhaps if you put that device away, then we could discuss business," I spoke with an edge to my voice. She glared at me, and I noticed she was still wearing that dress she had on at dinner. "Also," I spoke as I threw a cloak at her, "put that on. You are not dressed appropriately around your future king."
"This is just my point," she sneered. "I have the right to dress as I please, and you, and the future king, cannot take away my rights just for your own self pleasure."
"My own pleasure is the problem in this case," I let out. She stood looking at me, shocked by my words.
"Your majesty, I am merely a protector. You mustn't need my counseling that badly." She had slipped back into her servant mode that she was raised with. I always enjoyed pulling her away from it because it made the real Tara evident.
"Oh, don't do that." I was trying to pull her back out of it.
"Sire, I don't understand what you mean." She wasn't going to be easy tonight. Tara and I had been raised together because we are only three years apart, however we were very different because she was very stuck on her values and moralities. I, on the other hand, struggled to remember the people and their freedoms as well as my own mortality.
"You are your own person, so if you would please stop being the puppy that was trained to obey then that would be great." I walked further into my chambers and sat down on the bed. She pulled a chair up next to the bed. "Now, my two main ideas were that we should require all young men at the age of fifteen to try out for the military and that each month a guard should go around the town and collect any offerings for the king."
"You are so full of yourself!"
"Where is that coming from?" She had a horrid struck look on her face that I hadn't realized could grace her gentle feature.
"You assume that your people won't reject such an idea? For one, you can't just assume they will have offerings for you. They will bring them to you if they please, and with your ideas, you will get nothing ever! Second, you must let the boys try out only if they wish to. Fifteen is a young age. Even then, what about the girls, or young women. This puts an age limit and a gender limit which will just decrease your military numbers."
"Then what do you suggest I do?" I was tired already, and we had only been working for an hour or so.
"What if you put up a notice that any gifts for the King's court may be given to a guard who will be there for the people's protection if they are too shy to actually appear at the King's feet. Also you could say that any male or female between certain ages may apply for a spot in the military. Then you are neither restricting age nor gender." I stared at her in awe. She was a mastermind when it came to politics. Who'd have thought? "Sire, perhaps you should go to bed? Your eyes are sagging, and I can give you something in the morning for the tired eyes."
"Sleep sounds grand, actually." I stood and tossed my shirt across the room. Tara's eyes gawked out. "You may stay, or you may leave. It means no other to me." Truthfully, I'd hoped that she would stay, however I knew it would be for the best if she left. The last thing I saw was a white cloud that knocked me out. I slept soundly.
***Fencha's point of view
I hadn't been home in two years, and I left on a hunting trip with my fiancé as soon as we had arrived home. We were back, but I hadn't seen either my sister or brother yet. I untangled myself from the woman's arms, and I climbed from the bed. After taking a shower, I left the bathroom in nothing but a towel wrapped around my hips. I smiled at my sleeping Esma, and I then changed into something I knew would please my father.
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With that I exited my room and headed for the Court hall. I knew my family would be there listening to the people's problems, so I stepped into line. I glanced around and noticed no changes to the great hall. When it was my turn, I walked in grandly and the family didn't even glance in my direction. I noticed that my sister, Nimeuh, did not sit by herself. I knew her story, and it still broke my heart. Nimeuh's sorcerer sat between she and Beeja. Strange...
"I have got to complain about the lack of excitement everyone has about my arrival home!" I yelled out with a smile. All eyes turned toward me, and I noticed a bright smile break out on my siblings faces. It also came to my attention that Bensha just glared at my as if she were disappointed. "My family, I have returned home." In this hall ten chairs stood in the front, raised a little. The two largest belonged to Father and his queen. The next two were a little bit smaller, and they sat there for my brother and his future wife. I always stole the second chair just for fun, and Nimeuh would take my chair, which was a little bit bigger than hers but smaller than Beeja's. The rest of the chairs belonged to Bensha's children, though we often disregarded them from us three.
"Fencha!" Bensha screamed out as I took the chair alongside my brother and kissed his hand jokingly. I sent a look her way.
"Yes, mame?" I wished to know why she wanted my attention.
"You are not to sit in the princess' seat any longer. It is forbidden, and Nimeuh should not be in your seat! Speaking of the child, why is her sorcerer in our presence currently?" Bensha was furious, and I had not a reason why.
"Darling, they can have there fun as long as it does not disrupt us," Julias spoke out. He was met with a stiff glare, but he held out and won. This was going to be a long week.
