A Tale Of Queens

To Sabotage

At first, Alti refused to believe what she was hearing.

Afterall, the Sa-Alti she knew was not capable of doing something like this.

Ordering for swords to be made? Hiding the whole process? Lying to her face?

No. Not her daughter.

But then, this 'Halleldi' burst her bubble.

He mentioned a foreigner. A certain man whose hair was worn in dreads, who had a penchant for wearing particularly expensive clothes, whose mannerisms were influenced by an affluent background.

Jyaret. That bastard!

Of course, he was involved.

How could she have been so foolish? It was simply a matter of putting two and two together. Obviously, there was a reason why he was here. She could not believe that right under her nose –

Then she calmed down. She had to.

Sighing heavily, she thanked Halleldi, promised him that this would not be forgotten and reminded him to say a word of this to no one. Then she sent him on his way.

Now alone, she was left stewing in her thoughts. She hated to admit it but underneath the anger, she felt hurt and betrayed. Her own child was trying to undermine her authority. And for what?

Alti laughed.

Sa-Alti, all of a sudden, had forgotten who  handed her the crown in the first place.

She had forgotten who made her Queen.

Alti found it absolutely hilarious how her daughter was so foolishly underestimating her. It was truly unfortunate. No matter, she comforted herself. No child was too old to teach a lesson. And Sa-Alti was certainly no exception. Whether she liked it or not, she would soon have to acknowledge that.

Alti figured out that the swords were somehow linked to the feast. Sa-Alti had unanimously decided to fight. And she was obviously going to make her intentions known to the people, encourage them to join her ill-fated ploy.

Well, too bad.

The swords were about to spontaneously disappear.

And if Sa-Alti ended up being blindsided, then that made two of them.

She sent for Rwawa.