Tag: Beneath the Gates

This scene from a bonus story at the end of The Last Vhalgenn, shows a dilemma facing King Orix.

My father lamented ever turning me into a soldier, but I'd seen enough war, growing up. I preferred to read about battles, not engage in them. The Qarthian army engaged the army of the Kellindahrii at every opportunity. Our first chance for peace came with my wedding to the daughter of a Kellindahrii nobleman. I agreed wholeheartedly.

Mother took sick at our marriage feast, but thankfully, my new wife had knowledge of herbs and healing potions. I was delighted that Dahr took such interest in tending to her. Despite fine care, Mother never recovered. Not long after, my father suffered with his heart. If it hadn't been for my wife, Father might have died sooner. How lucky I thought myself, having a bride with such skill. Father's death left me on the throne. I hoped his training would serve me in good stead.

North, outside our borders, a fledgling army threatened our positions and strongholds. Qarthian and Kellindahrii soldiers fought together, keeping our lands free of foreign rule. But it was a dear fight. The enemy grew stronger with every skirmish, increased in size after every battle.

During the months following our wedding, my wife made it clear she had no tolerance for our custom of the Vhalgenn. When Dahr became pregnant, I hoped she'd change her mind, but she refused. Raik could not cross Dahr's path without angering her. No matter how much Raik conceded, nothing was good enough. Dahr miscarried, and she blamed it on our cursed customs and insisted I send Raik away.

Banish Raik? The joy of my heart? Raik was the true love of my life and my finest advocate and advisor. I might have to marry to gain peace, but how could I send away my own source of peace?