Queen of Magic

Prologue

  Nightime was descending upon Atreides as a group of men stood around a camp fire, the flames reflected in their eyes. They each wore leather armor that was painted red, worn over black robes with a red scarf covering  their mouths. Each of them had a small badge on their left shoulder which bore the same design that their flag flew; a red bow, dripping blood on a black background. 

 The men sat in silence, sharpening their blades, preparing their gear for what they called a hunt. Their silence was broken when their commander and his overweight scribe walked out of his tent. The commander's name was Alex, a noble's son. He wore the same armor as his men but he had a black cape draped over his shoulders. Alex was a handsome blonde haired man with dazzling brown eyes and a smirk that enchanted women. But, he was disliked by his men for the simple fact that he was full of himself. His scribe didn't even  work for the group, but was instead hired by the commander to record his words. Alex believed he would go down in history for his future and for what he was about to do. With a majestic flap of his cape, he grinned down at his men and spoke.

 "Alright everyone! Pack up your gear! We're moving on to the house." Alex said while taking up his blade, which had been leaning against his tent's support. He slid it into it's sheathe and shivered at that sweet sound of metal scraping against leather. Waiting a few moments for his men to prepare their horses (and his), he found his scribe looking at him in curiosity.

 "What's the matter? Are you enchanted by my beauty too? Sorry to say, I don't swing that way."

 "N-no, that isn't it sire. It's only... why are you attacking this family? What have they done to deserve the axe?" The scribe asked, his voice a practical whisper.

"Mm. Good question. Frankly, I'm not too sure." Alex rubbed his chin while he thought. "Though I'd guess it would have to do with their relation with the late King Gallien." 

"Gallien, sire?"

"Ah, right. I guess you wouldn't know about him, would you? Since you're a peasant and all that. King Gallien was a young man with black hair and blue eyes as cold as night. He was often referred to as the Raven Prince. Some say he would have even had rivaled my beauty! Though, I really doubt that." He explained, looking at his reflection in a cup of water.

"And what did this man do that earned his descendants this attack?"

"Well, the man was a tyrant. He killed his father and his mother infront of all the nobles, and tried to kill his sister too. Then he took the crown and started to expand the land with wars and deals. He wasn't a bad king, but a bad man. Anyways, that sister that escaped? She was the daughter of a human king and a god, a demigod.  So she gathered a force and rebelled against him, ultimately ending in his demise. Then she took the crown for herself, and ended up as our Queen. Queen Alice, the loveliest and fairest woman I have ever laid eyes upon."

"With all due respect, sir... this sounds too far long ago. Just how old is the Queen?"

"Eh, 200 or so." Alex remarked casually, as if this was a normal thing. In this world, a demigod living to 200 wasn't that rare. They did have the blood of the gods after all.

"... So... you are killing his descendants for..."

"Do you not get it? We want to prevent another Gallien. The man was born with strong genes and an even stronger mind. So, we're going to kill them. Then, I might get a medal or a kiss from the Queen."

"But this order didn't come from the Queen... right?"

"Well... no. It came from our leader, Lady Ailara. Though I'm not too sure why she would want to prevent another Gallien. She's a demigod too, by the way."