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A Marq’s Woman Chapter One Fantasy/Inter-racial Love Lillian K. Rockmore Kierania, 1824. His Majesty, King Hermissle Jisisle Ci Yelmbuerg the seventeenth, was not happy. Strange men were surrounding his lands; strange, dangerous men were surrounding his lands. He knew not how they had managed to discover his well-hidden planet of Kierania, but they had. And now, they stood with their swords drawn, waiting for him to refuse their request so that they would have an excuse to take over the whole of his lands. He hated them, these Marqations who had been rumoured to have already conquered Lismus, a star in the east. They had a battalion of fighters at their disposal; they had weapons made of gold just lusting to be wielded. Jisisle sighed. His men would never be able to take them on, should it be that the Marqs decided to attack. His army was too weak, his soldiers untrained and feeble compared to the Marq’s army. With resignation etching seams on his forehead, he ordered their leader to enter. * The heel of his boots echoed hollowly in the silent halls as Rade strode towards the reclining king. His countenance was steely, mirroring his resolve in taking Kierania under the Marqation name. The Marq King, Dominique Fei Rysle, had entrusted the task of conquering Kierania in Rade's hands and Rade would never break his King's trust. "Have you decided upon your lands' fate, sir?" Rade questioned brusquely, not bothering to address the lump of a man by his given title. Jisisle was a sluggish ruler, one who cared more about how many women there were in his harem than how many men were in his army. It was a miracle in itself that the Ci Yelmbuerg Empire had lasted sixteen centuries. Disregarding Rade’s question, the old reptile laid there, his eyes scanning the ceiling, saying nothing. "You do know the consequences of your silence, sir." After a heartbeat, the oversized sloth turned, causing the cushioned settee beneath him to creak from the shifting of his immense weight. "How much do you want?" Jisisle asked irritably. "You know bloody well how much we want. We want the eastern and southern lands of Kierania, complete with the Cloud Kingdoms they entail." Jisisle snorted and struggled to his feet. "Very well. If I do give you this land, will you leave the rest of Kierania alone?" he asked, summoning one of the servants with a mere flick of his sausage-like fingers. "It would appease us," Rade said, his steely black eyes never wavering from the older man's shrewd brown ones. "But will you leave the western and northern parts of Kierania alone, boy?" Jisisle persisted. Rade knew hecould not answer him without direct orders from his superiors. Thus, he replied nonchalantly, "For now." * Oh Goddess, they were coming! It had been three days since the Cloud Kingdoms had become a part of the Marqs' colony. It had come as such a shock to all Kieranians, for they had thought that their mighty king would protect them from any harm that came their way. And rumours that the king had given up the rights to his lands without any argument fueled the anger of many in the kingdoms. Kistle was one of those who were enraged. She did not understand how her king could betray their trust in naught |
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