The Fate In Us

Chapter Five

Lucian Kingdom

In a land where the sun never set and the moon never rose lived a young woman named Iria. Her silky blonde hair was recognizable from any distance, while her blue eyes pierced whatever they came across. Iria was nothing special- not a princess, not a goddess, not even a villager. She was a traveler, as she would call herself. She had visited all six kingdoms, traveled across all the seas, and met holy royalty. She lived in Lucian- the Kingdom of Eternal Light. One would travel here for sightseeing. Lucian's villagers lived in huge buildings, which meant only rich could afford. Iria, however, lived in the shadows. They were the only thing dark about this city of light.

There was only one ruler in Lucian- the elderly queen, Serrena Vesela. The king had died from a plague that swept across the kingdom when they were young; nearly all the villagers had died, while Serrena made it out alive. The two had once had a child, but it had passed when she was twenty, suffering from a brutal carriage accident.

Iria entered the bar in one of the many dark alleyways. Her hair was pulled into a braided bun, while she wore a dark cloak that hid her body. Beneath it hid swords, knives, and daggers. She sold them to whoever crossed her path.

The men in the bar stared at her with beady eyes as she sat down besides a man with a bandage over his right eye, but it was barely visible due to the blond hair that covered it. They appeared to know one another; even though he looked the opposite way. Iria grabbed his chin and jerked his face towards hers, then slammed her lips onto his. He seemed surprised at first, his visible brown orb rising, but he eventually pulled away and wiped his mouth. "Whatever, Iria. You have my attention."

She laughed. "Sorry, but that's the only way I can get you to notice me nowadays. Why's your pathetic ass in here, anyways?"

He shot her a look. "Lower your damn voice," he growled, then leaned into her ear. "I'm here... because I saw something."

Her heart skipped a beat. "What?"

"It was..." He was breathing a bit heavily. "I-It was..."

"What the hell was it, Porfirio?" She snapped.

"It was your dumbass fucking another man," he hissed, then slammed his fist into the table. His beer toppled over and spilled all over the table.

Iria raised an eyebrow at him, then snorted. "Like I would cheat on you, you fucking midget."

"I'm taller than you!"

"That's because I'm short as fuck." He grabbed her cloak and yanked it towards him, then kissed her. Iria rolled her eyes and smacked him upside the face. "Get your small ass hands off of me."

"Iria, damn it, I'm not small!"

"Your dick is." She stood up. "Now let's go and figure out this shit between us and Narbani. Apparently they're trying to pick a fight with us."

Porfirio was glaring at her. "I refuse! You said I was tiny!"

"Get over it. We have work to do, one-eye." Iria spun around, her cloak flying with her, then strutted outside without another word. Her hair shined in the light, while Porfirio jogged to catch up with her.

"Hey, did you see that vase I put in my house?" He asked, walking besides her.

"No. I haven't been in there since last month."

"Then where the hell have you been sleeping?"

"I don't need sleep."

He rolled his eyes as they climbed the marble steps leading to the palace gates. Porfirio was Iria's husband- the two had been together since they were seventeen. They were now thirty-two. Neither wanted children, an actual house, pets, and barely talked to one another unless they were having sex or fighting other people. They loved one another, but they both had separate ideas about life; Porfirio wanted happiness, while Iria wanted to kill. However, they both wished for one thing; world peace. Iria and Porfirio were very close, but at the same time were not. The queen loved them- they were like her children.

"Hey, Serrena," Iria called as she entered the throne room. The old woman smiled sweetly at her- her hair was gray from age, but her blue eyes still shined with wisdom.

"Iria. Porfirio. How are the two of you doing?"

"Fantastic," Porfirio said sarcastically. "Especially since this one gouged my eye out."

"My hand slipped," Iria said innocently.

Serrena sighed. "Iria, it isn't ladylike to rip someone's eye out. Especially your loved one."

"I don't love him."

"Explains why you were fucking that man!"

"I wasn't fucking anyone other than your small dick."

"I saw it!"

"You're insane, Porfirio. I'm honestly not even that into sex. I only do it because it shuts you gay ass up."

"Iria. Porfirio. Both of you knock it off," Serrena sighed.

"Sorry," Porfirio mumbled.

"What he said," Iria replied.

"Both of you hug, now," Serrena instructed, as if they were siblings who has just fought, "and tell one another 'I love you very much.'"

Porfirio and Iria awkwardly hugged. "I love you very much," Porfirio grumbled, while Iria chuckled and slapped his ass. He yelped like a girl, then glared at her. She only smiled.

"Serrena," Iria finally said, "what's this ordeal about Narbani?"

"It appears that they wish to go into battle with us," she frowned. "I'm not sure why. Emma would never let Parth battle with us. Emma is good friends with me... But she won't respond to any of the scrolls my birds fly to her..." She trailed off.

"I'll go fuck them up for you," Iria offered.

"No, no, my dear. I'll figure this out myself. Princess Callista is getting married soon. I'll be at the wedding, so I'll talk with them during the time being."

"Wedding?" Porfirio's eye widened. He adored cake.

"No," Iria said, as if reading his mind. "We're not going."

"Aw, why not?" He whined, wrapping his arms around Iria and shaking her.

She shoved her face in his chest. "Because I don't feel like it."

Serrena smiled. "I do have a quest for the two of you, however."

"And what would that be?" Iria peeked at her.

"Travel to Rosalie and retrieve the ring."

Iria stared at her as if she was insane. "If we get caught stealing that, we'd be killed!"

"I know that. That's why I need it."

"Why would you need it?" Porfirio asked, sick to his stomach.

"It's something special to Faysal. And I want it to be mine." An eerie smile crept across the queen's face as she stared down at the couple. Iria was as stiff as a board, while Porfirio looked as if he was about to puke his brains out. All they could do was nod.