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 Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 7:27 pm
 14 years ago, a man by the name of Doko had arisen to power. He had become a man of a congress of 12 men, a congress that made all decisions for the city and its laws. Doko was power hungry however, and so went out to assassinate all other members of this congress. Being the only man left alive to direct laws, Doko set an order begining his monarchy before new members of congress could be allected by the people. He took charge of the cities armies and began to spread their borders. The Tyrant was born. Since, he has renamed the city, once known as Aronocus it was now called Dokoro, and the tyrants rain continues to this day. The terrain is primarily forest as well as plains spread across the empire. City laws 1. All that is word from Doko is law 2. Those caught claiming the word of Doko without truth shall be executed 3.All thieves will be made slaves 4.Those captured from pillaged towns under the age of 14 shall be sent to the training camps to become knights. If they are older then they shall be slain. 5.Those who trespass on a land witch is not theirs or public shall be slain by the owner of such land. 6. All holy grounds found will be reported to the king and are not to be used on punishment of death. Those who follow these guidlines will be relieved of a years taxes 7. A master who's slave speaks out against him has the right to kill thy slave 8. If a man kills another he shall be forced into service of the army, if he refuses he shall be tortured than slain. 9. A nobleman who dies due to an act of crime shall lose all of his families money to the king. 10.No opposing king shall be taken hostage, only slain. 11. All subjects shall bow at the kings passing unless instructed otherwise, on punishment of death for treason 12.All treasonous acts shall be punished with unhonorable death 68/32 - Castle of Conquerors (Home of the Tyrant King Doko Lotrius) - Fallen Chapel (Home of Priest Gashrious and entrance to the secret path) - The Secret Path (Pathway between the Fallen Chapel and Menna's Room in the Castle of Conquerors) - Iron Gates (Entrance to Dokoro) - Shadow Spire (Home of Dokoro's Dengen Master) - Hound's Cage (Resident of Black Diamond Knights)
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2012 11:00 pm
 " Issimenna!" the roaring voice echoed down the hallways. " Issimenna!" The sounds seemed to rumble the palace and it's halls. " Where are you?!" Called the seemingly furious king. The man was not exactly a sight which one often wished to behold, for his features were more often than not twisted into a face of anger, regardless of how trivial his irritant may have been. " When I call my daughter I expect her to be by my side promptly, and not I by hers! You!" Doko Lotrius roared at a man clad in black armor, pointing a finger still coated in chicken grease. " Go up there and retrieve her, and if she refuses your entry break down that knoxing door!" It was as if the tyrant had been sitting on a throne of thorns for hours on end. Even the guards hesitated to act with such a temper arising. The throne room which he sat within at least would have been a bit of a relief to the weary knights, for the appearance of it's glorious structure seemed to dull the piercing sound of the tyrant's voice. It was broad enough to fit a caravan of trading carts within it's walls sideways, and twice as long. Held up by a grand number of pillars, which measured as large around as the average commoner's housing, these stone columns were embellished with banners of red and gold, while holding a black dragon upon the front. These were the colors of the vast city. What might strike one as even more spectacular was the lighting. The king disliked the way the light would change in a room depending upon the sun, and thus had very thin slits made into the walls for windows. Instead of light by star, the tyrant king ordered torches to be lit constantly, covering enough space to keep every stone away from it's own shadow. This meant that upon looking up the first time, some men would fall upon their backs within the throne room, for they stared upwards to what appeared the same as the night sky. with torches illuminating each of the six floors that the throne room stood high to meet. " Where is she!" He called.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2012 11:37 pm
 Had Menna been brought up with a bit of berth she would have been quite the rebellious child. Her father could have called and she would have refused. But she was not brought up with berth. When her father called, she ran. If he said jump, her feet were off the ground in moments. So when the door to her room suddenly flew open, she was immediately on her feet, the book she'd been reading dropped the ground, the story within it's pages forgotten. Nothing quite focused her mind as the fear of her father's wrath.
"Your father has need of you." The words, so cordial in appearance, were a command. As the man said them he was striding across the room to grab her arm. She very quickly began moving. There was nothing quite as embarrassing as being dragged through the corridors. She knew where they were going and quickly took the lead. The knight fell behind a step. Even in times of distress they kept up the image of Menna's royalty. Not that it mattered. In this place she was as much a servant as anyone else.
She strode through the throne room doors, hoping holding her head high would distract from the slight twitching of her hands. She'd learned long ago that showing fear was a weakness you did not want to risk, but she'd never quite manage the illusion. Her fingers always began moving when she became nervous. "I am sorry to keep you waiting, Your Majesty." She said with a curtsy. The knight took a position by the far. A subtle way to bar any escape attempt. As if she was foolish enough to try. She did not even stand up, but held the curtsy with her eyes glued to the floor. The perfect image of subservience. "What do you wish of me?" She couldn't imagine what was so urgent that she needed to rush this way. Nothing good, surely.
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 11:18 pm
The tyrant king had begun tapping his fingers in irritation as the young lady entered the room. Turning abruptly as the two figures entered the room, it would appear at first that his anger was quelled by lightheadedness, most likely from the excessive yelling. As the lady performed her curtsy, he couldn't help but feel back in power once more, and began to speak in a rather normal tone.
"Do you see down that path, a bright red carpet leading from throne to door? Do you see that wooden carving, hanging from the stone arch way? Well, when that carved door begins to swing open, and my knights step aside, there will be a number of people walking this way...down that red carpet which leads to the throne." Doko began to speak to her as if she were far younger a woman than she was, as he leaned upon the overly cushioned arm to his over sized chair. "And do you know just who these people are, which will be walking down this red carpet?" He was no longer yelling, but of course the tyrant's sarcastic tone was no less piercing to those who accompanied him during his rein as king. "They are called Sorian, a name which I intend to have bow to the Lotrius family. Your curtsy is suiting when addressing me... however," He spoke, beginning to grit his teeth, "When a Sorian addresses themselves you will dip no lower than they. We must show these fools who is the true king here, and if you are not present" His voice began to raise suddenly," then how are we supposed to show them who is superior!?".
As he spat his last sentence of furry, the doors which hung from the high rising stone arch began to swing open, and as he had predicted, the knights gave way to an approaching figure...however it was no Sorian.
"My grand king, the royal family of Garnoff has arrived. They come as lord Skyron Sorian, the prince and son of Lucheston Sorian, lord Oban Sorian, likewise prince and son of Lucheston Sorian, and Queen Momolla Sorian, wife of the lord Lucheston Sorian and second ruler of Garnoff." The elder man had spoken quickly, yet uttered his report in a voice far to loud for the frail body he had entered with. Dipping into a low bow, as he completed his duty, the man turned to move to the side of the vast room, his red robes flowing behind him.
"Raise yourself Issimenna, and why have you not reported the presence of Lucheston himself?" Doko called to his priest, standing from his broad seat. Turning to face him, the old man's withered features twitched a little, the last sign remaining of his body experiencing fear.
"The lord of Garnoff claims that the city requires his presence more so than a meeting my lord." He uttered, far quieter than he had his previous report, his eyes lingering upon the stone tiling which surrounded the carpets.
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 6:18 am
Menna's father had a way of making her feel stupid for the smallest of infractions. Curtsy too short, she must believe him to be less than he was. Too long and she must be making a show of herself. Still, she pushed aside her own feelings as best she could to focus on what he was saying. Sorian... the name did remind her of something. But for all she could remember they didn't sound like the kind of people her father would want to associate with. They had to be very powerful indeed for him to go to all the trouble to invite them.
She stood up straight the moment her father said something, recognizing the danger as the priest announced who would come. A king who didn't consider the visit a first priority was a great way to make Doko even more furious. But why wasn't he visiting and leaving his wife at home? If she was second ruler couldn't she run things?
Except that her father hated the idea of women in charge, so that wouldn't help either. She moved to stand slightly behind Doko's throne, still royalty but subservient to her father."Perhaps he wishes for his heir to practice royal visits on his own." She said quietly. Best to make curb his wrath before they came in or this visit would end more horribly than it had begun. "Who is the heir to the Garnoff throne?" She asked the priest. Perhaps she could focus his attention on one of the party. But the priest only shifted his feet and look uncomfortable. "They did not say, Your Highness." She frowned. One had to be older than the other. Why did they not have an heir?
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 2:08 pm
The words his daughter spoke did lighten the furry of the fuming tyrant, however a slight irritation still remained upon his mind, scratching at his patience. "If he were hoping to send his heirs to make practice it would be far better to attempt upon a lesser lord." He spoke in a low tone, nearly growling the words. Of coarse this still remained a sign to others that he was indeed calming down for the moment, like a volcano finally running low on magma. "No, I believe this foolish lord is attempting to send me a message." He scowled, his nose wrinkling with the contained anger.
As the priest had warned prior, the doors soon swung aside, allowing three individuals accompanied by men in silver armor to march through, following the long red carpet to lessen the space between the two parties. One among them was a boy of slender stature. He appeared to have features suiting to that of a royal family, and seemed to only falter in the way that his armor was unfitting for his body. The next man, standing beside the other boy, seemed of equal age yet was somewhat shorter and broader. Unlike his brother, this boy seemed to have a bit of a round face, and held little hair upon his head. The shorter man held a practiced stride however, as he stared up in awe at the torch lit ceiling, and his armor was well fit as his sword was well handled. The third and final individual was that of the queen, so obviously marked by the crown which she held upon her head, and the long violet and white robes which she had dawned for the meeting. She had a beauty about her, but as was her husband Lucheston, one could tell that they had aged a bit past their peak.
"Grand King Doko Lostrius, I give you the royal family of Garnoff." Presented the priest, who bowed facing equally between the two families, so as to not have to make the effort twice. The priest's bow was followed by that of the armored men's kneel, and then by the bows of the royal families (which did not quite dip as low). Once they each had risen however, Oban, the boy with the rounder face dipped into a second bow, unlike his mother and brother, this one directed towards the lady standing next to the king they had addressed.
"Issimenna...do announce yourself to the Sorian family..." The tyrant ordered in a calm tone which few heard from the king. It appeared that the man was attempting to force the girl to make an acquaintanceship with the group before them.
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 2:35 pm
As far as Menna could remember, her father had always had a plan for domination. She was a small girl when he took over Dokoro. She didn't remember much about that day except half the people were scared and the other half were happy... or at least they pretended to be happy. She had vague memories of feeling strange to be called princess, but the feeling wore away with age. When she was little she would make a game of trying to guess what her father was doing next. As if making it into a guessing game would lessen the insanity of her own father.
So she was fairly certain the moment they walked in that this was another one of her father's plans. He didn't see other monarchs often, he considered most to be inferior to him. Most of his deals were made for power and he often came out on top of them. The moment he spoke to her, in such a calm manner, she was absolutely certain that this was somehow going to benefit him. She nodded, making sure not to nod quite as deep as the Sorians', as per her father's request.
Things became even more suspicious when one of the sons bowed distinctly to her. A ball of lead formed in her gut as she started to realize this new plan might involve her more than she'd originally thought. "I am Issimenna Shuekta Lotrius, Grand Princess, only daughter of the Grand King." Shuekta had been her mother's name... and the name of the previous royal family. She'd long suspected that the marriage had been to set up his rise to power ever since she'd been taught as a little girl to include her mother's surname in introductions. "Welcome to Dokoro."She looked to her father, wondering where to go next.
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 9:02 pm
"Very good, very good." Doko spoke lightly to his daughter, even giving three claps of approval, on slowly followed by the next. "You see, now here we are quite disciplined..." He began, standing from his throne and walking slowly down the short steps to the same level as the three royals. "We are noble, and show courtesy to our fellows. We have been raised to show respect where it is due, each and every one of us within these vast walls..." He continued on with his speech, patting one of the Black Diamond Knight's shoulder plate, the knight not flinching in the least from where he knelt.
"How very good to know," Began Queen Momolla
"So answer me this, before you interrupt me again," Doko turned sharply, nearly loosing the calm to his somewhat soothing voice. "Why is it... that your lord does not show his respect towards me? Why does he send two boys and a woman who does not know that she is to speak only when asked a question?" He continued, his eyes narrowing as if to take aim with an arrow. "Why is Lucheston not here?" the tyrant asked, now having moved to the center of the red carpet, as he fiddled with one of the many golden rings upon his finger.
The queen was momentarily speechless, having been brought to her knees before she could kneel by the shocking weight of this man's words. Fortunately for her, her sons were not so easily startled by the spoken assault.
"King Lucheston Sorian is taking care of business dealing with the army, he felt that this task was more suiting to us than one of military preparation." Oban reported, nodding out of habit to show that he was certain of this fact.
"As my brother has said, our father is dealing with the armies of Garnoff, preparing them for when they are most needed, and dealing out speeches to keep their moral up." Skyron Sorian confirmed, making eye contact with the tyrant.
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 9:24 pm
Menna was quite amazed to see her father so controlled. But the more he spoke, the more nervous she became. This was not the sound of a collected man, it was the calm before the storm. And then the queen made a very big mistake. The only time you could speak was when Doko had grown silent. And then it was only to gently point out something (and then mention that the only reason he did not think of it himself was the large amount of duties he had to undertake) or agree with him. It was an art Menna had perfected.
She moved forward, but did not take a step past the throne. Doko was taking center stage and it was foolhardy to interrupt. She frowned slightly when the queen was literally brought to her knees in shock, but quickly rearranged her features. It were the princes that stepped forward to defend their mother, both saying something slightly different but the same. Her father did not reply right away, which gave Menna the chance she needed.
"A man who sends his children and wife to meet an ally may be foolish." She said quietly, taking a small step forward. She continued walking slowly as she spoke, waiting for any sign that her father was angry. "But a man who leaves in the midst of military preparation is too foolish to stand." And here, the trump card. "Shouldn't the king be the head of the army?" It was the perfect card to play, as he had led the armies during his own takeover and the knights still answered directly to him.
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 10:25 pm
 "very good Issamenna. I couldn't agree more...but perhaps next time." The tyrant began, turning to face the queen once more, who had hunched up a bit after the last display. "He'll be sure to take care of such business before it is time that we meet." The air in the room seemed still, as the dictator made his way back to sit upon the large red throne. The seat itself seemed to suck him into place, as the cushion collapsed beneath his weight. As one might observe, the throne would display a number of things that one might not see if they had only glanced at it's form. Upon the back of the golden and red cushioned seat were engravings. Some held carvings that depicted a victorious battle, some portions were actually dips where the tyrant had placed rings from the fingers of royalty whom he had conquered. In the center of the embellished chair however was a carving of what the devious man considered to be his most important accomplishment. The assassination of the former counsel members.
"Which of you is the eldest" Doko asked after a short pause, gesturing with a lazy wave towards the two princes before him. Each peered at each other for just a moment, and the moment that Oban nodded in agreement with his brother, their conversation seeming almost non existent to the rest of the room, both men raised their hands. This confused the tyrant where he sat upon his throne. raising his brow in a questioning manner, thoroughly wrinkling his forehead, he spoke once more.
"I asked which of you was the eldest, do you wish to make fools of yourselves or have you truly forgotten?" He questioned, a slight bit of irritation slipping into his voice.
"We are twins sir." Oban Sorian spoke first once more. Skyron crossed his arms over his chest, and perhaps Oban may have done likewise had he not felt more comfortable with his hand upon his sword. The two stood tall, though one taller than the other, and seemed as if they truly were the two great princes that would one day make for astounding kings.
"Twins?" The tyrant asked skeptically. "You two look nothing alike, that one there is tall and looks royal, you over there have a fat face and are shorter!" Doko slipped for the moment, feeling as if he was being made a fool of. His anger was rising again, he felt out of control in the situation... something the man clearly did not prefer.
"Twins don't neccisarily require identical looks sir, our mother merely gave birth to us both upon the same day." Oban explained, attempting to make it clear that they were indeed who they claimed to be.
"Then who is the heir?" The king asked, his hands in front as they moved to his words. "Never mind, I'll not waist time here." For the time being, it appeared that the tyrant had managed to somehow cage the beast within him once more, for the calm exterior which he had maintained during the majority of the meeting had returned to him. His features became still, and he looked upon his daughter where she stood next to the throne.
"You are to marry the heir of Garnoff... as was arranged." The man stated bluntly. "Garnoff is to be united with Dokoro by your union. Together the two massive cities will hold an army unprecedented in this world of ours." It appeared clear to those who knew him just how difficult it had been to say the word ours instead of what he had in mind. "That one, over there." The greasy finger swept across the room in a wide arch, stopping upon the taller prince, Skyron.
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 10:41 pm
Doko's compliment was fleeting and said in a dismissive manner, but she had deflected his wrath long enough for them to land on a different topic. That being, the matter of the Sorian heir. It was a question she herself had wondered before. When they both raised their hands to indicate they were the eldest, Menna anticipated her father's reaction. He hated riddles and anything else that might confuse him. Unlike the princess herself, who delighted in a puzzle. Not that she would ever admit that to her father.
It did not escape Menna's notice that the queen did not speak again. Menna wished she would try almost as much as she was glad for the woman's silence. If Doko chose to act there was nothing she could do about it and she would hate to see the woman embarrassed further. The idea of her giving birth to twins intrigued Menna. There had been long standing superstitions that there was something special about siblings born on the same day. And while she would never admit to believing in such things within the palace walls, she often thought about it.
Her father's next statement should not have been as big of a surprise as it was. It was clear that this meeting was to arrange a deal as he rarely met for any other reason. His choice was obvious as well. Skyron was the taller and more obviously handsome, though she saw something in Oban's eyes that spoke of a deeper intelligence. But she was still taken aback to hear it said so plainly. She blinked in surprise, but did not dare question him. "Yes, Your Majesty." She said in a barely audible voice. She stood as straight as before, but her fingers had begun twitching again. There was no reason to believe that her future husband was any sort of villain. But a childhood under Doko's thumb had taught her to assume the worst.
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2012 12:52 pm
"King Doko, My father has made clear that I am to be the heir of this family one day." Oban began to protest, for in truth his father had seen favor with their less fortunately born son. Oban certainly did not look the part when it came to royal standards, most may even find difficulty in accepting him as their king at first as well. Lucheston however, saw beyond that. He watched as his son had grown into a fine young gentlemen, and a great warrior as well. Not just a few days ago, the father of the Sorian family held a meeting with his family, one where no guards were present, and only the two princes with their mother were able to hear. "I've decided upon a heir..." The king had announced, receiving smiles from all others within the room. Momolla had applauded for the long awaited conversation, for she felt that she knew what to expect.
"Congratulations brother," Oban began, receiving a knowing nod from Skyron at the remark. Oban knew that the people looked up to his twin far more than they had looked up to the rounder faced fellow, but not a moment passed before Lucheston interrupted their premature celebration.
"Wait one moment my son, don't be so hasty to assume that you know your father so well." He chuckled a bit, a broad smile crossing his features though he had taken the smiles from the rest of the room.
"If not Skyron, then who is to run the city?" Oban asked honestly, attempting to think of which of the lesser lords was capable of such a feat.
"Are you suggesting lord Gallion, of the silver knights?" Queen Momolla asked, clearly upon the same mind set as the rest of the room's occupants. Sir Gallion was indeed a heroic figure, often he was considered the greatest knight to enter the city, but Lucheston shook his head at the notion.
"Oban...." The one word stole the entirety of the queen's vocabulary. She was speechless, for even now she favored her son Skyron. "Oban is wise, brave, and humble....his words alone show that much. He was willing to let the kingdom fall under his brother's rule, and so I expect he will not crave for power like the kings of the past. He spends much time with the men, upping their moral as if he was one of their own. With his kindness and wisdom, I see no better candidate to watch over the people of Garnoff."It was true, Oban was the heir of Garnoff the glowing city...but Doko would not listen.
"Ah, so that's why you've claimed to be twins...I see you've brought along a jester. My daughter shall be wed to the prince of Garnoff and heir to it's throne. You young man shall have a fine queen indeed." Doko spoke as if Oban never had.
"I am the heir to Garnoff, my brother Skyron is no less a leader of our people, but my father gave the crown to me." Oban repeated himself, not hesitating to ensure that his place upon the throne would be disrespected before it even occurred.
"Surely you must go an learn a few things from the other jesters...at least they know that a joke is only funny once. Take the fool away." The tyrant commanded, two of his Black Diamond Knights standing up and moving towards the young man.
"If you insist on taking me from this room, I have two perfectly fine legs to carry me."Oban retorted, though he knew it was futile to convince the intolerable tyrant. "I'll see you outside brother, mother." With that, the man gave one final bow to the lady, though he refused to spare another for Doko, and turned to remove himself from the area, the two knights in black armor, and four of silver from Garnoff trailing behind him.. It was pointless to argue with a buffoon.
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2012 2:38 pm
Doko did not seem to register the young prince's statement, but Menna did. He was the the heir? It wasn't that she thought he was incapable, in truth she didn't know either of them well enough to judge their leadership capabilities. But he didn't at all look like the strong king everyone envisioned. What sort of man was Lucheston that he would choose the less obvious choice?
She was not as blind as her father to think that Oban was lying. And he was in fact brave to say such a thing so brazenly in front of a man like Doko. She was thankful that he only thought the boy was joking. Things would be worse if the king thought he was being purposefully tricked or lied to. She was so busy with these thoughts that she missed yet another compliment. What on earth had put him in such a good mood?
The moment Doko insisted on the boy leaving, she automatically planned a way to follow. She wasn't sure why, but it felt essential to speak with the so-called "fool"."Your Highness..." She began slowly. She needed to think of the perfect way to word this or else he'd never let her go. "It seems to me things like misbehaving jesters falls under something too trivial for a king to worry about, but they cannot be allowed to run rampant. And as long as he is here, someone should speak to him about his behavior." She took a small step closer to the throne. "Allow me. For practice when I am queen." She wasn't sure what their other guests would think of such a question, but she was curious about the heir.
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2012 3:15 pm
"Fine, go teach the fool a little lesson, but do try not to make a fool of yourself." Doko mumbled to her so that the others could not here his words. "Take a few more Knights with you." with his final command he turned to face Skyron and his mother. "Shall we continue?" He exclaimed, actually utilizing a smile, though it was clearly fake.
"Shall I accompany you dear princess?" The elder priest asked of her, his eyes asking for a savior if only in this minor detail. He was a wise man, but few could contain the wrath of the tyrant with words. Weary of Doko's continuing campaign to prove he was superior to the others in the room, Sir Gashrious as he was called wished for a short break.
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2012 3:42 pm
Menna nodded. His smile was even more faked than the rest of the charade, showing that his patience was wearing thin."Of course, Your Grace." She said with a nod. She moved past the throne, her hands clasped in front of her. She was glad to have her escape. The priest also volunteered to leave. She couldn't blame the poor man. It was a miracle that he'd survived this long under Doko's rule. He was perhaps her sole ally in this place. "If His Highness no longer has use of you." She replied in her best royal tone. She moved past him, nodding to the remaining prince and queen before leaving.
She left the throne room. Immediately the two knights on either side moved to escort her. She paused and drew herself up to her full height. This was going to take a bit of fast talking. "Are you going to abandon your king?" She said sharply. "A jester is no threat. If I have need of protection, I'll call." Both looked uncomfortable at the idea of not following her. But the threat of leaving Doko unprotected was the greater one, so Menna continued unfollowed, hoping her father wouldn't hear of it. "Oban?" She walked down the hall, not pausing until she saw the prince. She paused, suddenly unsure of what she was supposed to say to him. "Were you telling the truth?" She asked with a frown. "Are you the Garnoff heir?"
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