The Queen and the Commander
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gender: Female
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Race: Arisalonian Human
Gender: Female
Age: Appears in early twenties
Clan/Family: Kaliba
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Jul 1, 2017 18:53:38 GMT -8
After her meeting with Tyr needed to quickly start doing her tasks. This included the demands that Sapphire had put upon her as a condition for the crown. Laelia Kaliba had been sent a summons to appear at Blackthorn Keep to meet the new Queen at her soonest convenience. It was time for Protea to meet this Commander everyone spoke of. The receiving room was setup for her guest, ready to provide drinks and snacks, as well as parchments and ink for any possible contracts or agreements between the two. Laelia Kaliba was the Commander of the Tyran Army, and as such it was important for Protea to understand the woman's plans for the Capital with her mighty army.
Laelia had been wondering when she'd receive the invite to meet the new Queen. Surprisingly once Laelia had heard the transfer had been amicable, that Sapphire had willingly abdicated in favour of this Protea, she hadn't been that bothered about it. It wasn't such a bad thing to have the throne finally out of Vargo hands. Not in the slightest. However, that now meant a new dynamic had to be built. Laelia had been allied with the Vargos for some time and they knew of her competence. She had also known how to...appeal to them. For the most part. Her guidance had been respected and considered. Now it would remain to be seen how this new Queen would interact with her. Queen Protea had taken up residence at Blackthorne Keep. That rubbed Laelia the wrong way for a number of reasons that she would currently keep to herself.
The gold and white figure of a griffon circled widely about the keep before coming to land a short distance away from the main gate. Terryn pranced proudly to the ground and hunkered down for Laelia to dismount. Loyal Terryn would stay just where he was while Laelia saw to her business inside. She approached the main gate, extending the summons toward the guard. It was entirely possible the guard knew her. "I've been summoned." Laelia said. "To meet with the Queen."
Protea got word that the Commander had arrived and she nodded, passing along the permission to allow entrance to her. She would be escorted (not that she needed guidance) to the receiving room where the Queen waited. "You're excused," she said to the guards and most servants. Only a single guard and servant remained behind. She turned to the woman and bowed her head slightly to her.
"Greetings Commander Laelia Kaliba. I am Queen Protea Serenity, newly appointed to govern over the Tyran Capital surrendered by Sapphire Vargo. The previous Queen gave me instruction to meet with you for the good of the Capital. Please, have a seat and let us discuss business shall we?" She waited for the woman's response before she would take her seat at one end of the table. "Please help yourself to any food and drink provided. If it concerns you, I'll willingly try anything you consume first so you know it is safe."
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gender: Female
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Race: Arisalonian Human
Gender: Female
Age: Appears in early twenties
Clan/Family: Kaliba
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Jul 1, 2017 18:55:48 GMT -8
It was true, Laelia didn't need guidance to find the room. She knew Blackthorn well, and moved with a purposeful stride that betrayed her knowledge of her surroundings. She entered the room, only seeming mildly interested in the new decor before the new Queen introduced herself. Laelia wore well-fitted field plate, lovingly polished to a shine. An officer's jacket of black with brushed platinum buttons and buckles draped unbuttoned to her knees. Though it seemed rathe heavy for a hot summer day, there was not so much as a single bead of sweat beading on her skin. As always, Starscale was belted at her left hip.
At the Queen's invitation, Laelia removed her helm and shook out her pale hair which was plaited down her back. Ice blue eyes betrayed little emotion as they regarded Protea. She did not bow, but nodded her head respectfully. "Well met, Queen Protea." She said with cool professionalism as she tucked her helm beneath her arm. As she settled herself, she set the helm down by her feet. "I'm not concerned." She said, accepting a glass of cool cider to quench her thirst. "Thank you."
Protea noted the body language and gaze, as well as the absence of a bow in her presence. She was bold to defy court standards, and while Protea felt a tinge of insult by it, she also knew that the woman was here for business, so all the extra 'court manners' really would have wasted time. "Thank you for coming," she said. A long moment of awkward silence followed. She had been waiting for the Commander to take lead on the conversation but it didn't happen so Protea was forced to. "I have been informed of your standing and the existence and purpose of your army. I will not presume to think that in any way I can take command of you and yours. I do however expect a fair and reasonable agreement between us that benefits this realm and its people. Do you disagree?"
Laelia didn't intend to lay her cards out upon the table immediately. Protea had summoned her, not the other way around. It was only wise to discover what the Queen intended before revealing her own agenda. If Protea payed attention to murmurs, she may have heard that the General of Tyran's Army wasn't one for fancy bows or flowery words. Laelia was functional, and down to task. She also had never prostrated herself before a monarch. There was only one man she bowed to. And he was dead.
She sipped at her cider, thrumming her fingers against the surface of the table before shaking her head. "No, I don't disagree. I am, after all, a servant of Tyran, and the military exists for the protection of all its people. The Capital, yes. But also everywhere else. And to that end, I am not beholden to one ruler." She shook her head. "Besides. The Capital has seen more than its fair share of rulers come and go. From Raelle Deleon, to Mordred, Monet, and Sapphire Vargo. And in one way or another, each of them failed. And yet...I remain." There was no ego in her tone, only cold simple fact. While others had stepped down, ran away or lost battles they could not hope to win, Laelia had remained as a constant to protect Tyran, closely tied with whoever took the throne next. "Tyran's welfare is my priority."
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gender: Female
status: offline
Race: Arisalonian Human
Gender: Female
Age: Appears in early twenties
Clan/Family: Kaliba
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Jul 1, 2017 18:57:52 GMT -8
The Queen smiled just slightly as the Commander before her humbled her with history. It seemed this woman had seen quite a lot, and it wasn't going to be easy to gain her trust. Trust was a luxury though, it seemed at least that the two of them had the same goal... that was all that mattered. Perhaps to her surprise, Protea rose from her seat and kneeled down before the Commander, putting her hand over her heart. "Though I have been given the title of Queen, my experience and wisdom is nothing compared to yours. I have taken this position due to prophecy. As I understand it, there needs to be a mortal to stand between the two new Gods in order to keep balance. I know it seems absurd that any mortal could stand against Gods. However, its my belief that my effort will help encourage peace for the Capital as long as I reign. I assure you I am not here out of vanity or desire of riches. I've lived in this Capital all my life and I love it to my core. Please, give me a chance to prove to you that I can do this job. If I can have your support, I believe we can benefit each other immensely."
She then rose, and took her seat once more as she folded her hands in front of her. "Though my station is above yours by title, you may consider me someone willing to listen to you and learn from your experience Commander. Help me to become a great Queen. I'm here to offer you my support in exchange for yours. To hear your conditions and concerns."
Her lips pursed as the Queen sank to her knees in front of Laelia. She truly hadn't been expecting a gesture like that. Perhaps she felt a twinge of humility in return to have this young Queen express her inexperience and desire to learn. Wanting support and offering it in return. Had Protea come at her with demands for respect or commands for action, Laelia would have reacted very differently. Instead, she felt a measure of warmth, perhaps even protectiveness towards this young woman who had expressed herself honestly and without pretense. Laelia relaxed visibly. That wasn't to say she trusted Protea yet. But this was something she could work with.
The corner of her mouth lifted in a very faint smile while a pale brow arched. "You would be surprised to know how many ways there are for a mortal to stand against a god. If you take a good look at history...you'll see it happens all the time. It has to." "I'll give you your chance. The best chance I possibly can. Tyran needs stability amongst the chaos. If you can offer that, you'll have all the support I can muster and all the advice I can provide."
Protea sighed out loud in relief. Finally she lifted her glass of red wine and took a long sip from it. When she set it down she nodded, more to her own thoughts than the Commander's words. "It gives me a great measure of relief to hear that. Thank you."
Protea unrolled a scroll that had an agreement on it to provide finances to the Tyran Army from the Queen's treasury. There was a blank area for add to during their talk. She pushed it forward toward Laelia to read over. "May I ask, what nations and houses serve within your army? I have made an agreement with another that I will provide to the army a chance for more to serve. In that way, it was my hope that could be left to you Commander. I have no experience with soldiers afterall. I must also form a council, lead by at least three of the ruling houses in the land to help me rule, so that all people are properly represented. Do either of these things go against the way you govern your army? I'd love to hear more about it if you'd permit it."
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gender: Female
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Race: Arisalonian Human
Gender: Female
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Jul 1, 2017 18:58:33 GMT -8
Extending her hand, Laelia pulled the parchment towards her, reading it over. "New Arisalon and the Capital contribute currently. There are also independent recruits. I intend to seek out further support by asking for contributions from other houses and nations to bolster our numbers. The Army serves us all, after all. Everyone should contribute." She fell silent for a moment, thinking.
"It was my father's vision that Tyran have a council to assist in its governance. It was something he and others worked extensively towards before..." Her words trailed off and she glanced away, not finishing her sentence. "So no...neither of those things affect the way I lead. Provided those who contribute don't attempt to curry more than their own fair share of favour."
Protea nodded. "Then I officially ask for an alliance with your forces. In exchange, I will provide my word and finances behind your troops. Should I feel that the Capital is in danger, I will call upon your aid and hope that you stand by your word to provide for us. I almost feel silly for asking such a thing, since that is already what you do. Its just something I have to do officially. People like contracts and proof of words afterall. Is this agreeable for you? If so, please sign on the parchment, and I will sign as well. My scribe will provide you a copy of course for proof of the alliance."
Laelia nodded slowly. "In addition, I want to post a military liason here at Blackthorn at all times. In the interest of quick and open communication. I trust this will be acceptable to you? I realize that this is your home now and I do not have the same privileges to come and go as I please. But to have a liaison here would be very helpful to ensure we remain in contact. If you wish a similar liaison to be stationed with the army, I am amenable to that." Once the appropriate additions were made, Laelia would sign and then turn the parchment about to face Protea.
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gender: Female
status: offline
Race: Arisalonian Human
Gender: Female
Age: Appears in early twenties
Clan/Family: Kaliba
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Jul 1, 2017 18:59:03 GMT -8
Protea nodded in agreement as well, "I think that is a good idea. I'd be happy to station someone here to keep us in contact. Once I have gathered my court together, I will assign someone to you as well. I apologize that I have no one capable at the moment for it. I'm... quite limited right now in staffing. Most retired with the previous Queen. I do not blame them... I am a stranger still and must earn the trust of the people." she signed the parchment and handed it to her servant 'Thing' who took it to the scribe. A few minutes later she returned with two scrolls and Protea took them back. One was set on the table before the Commander. "Thank you for your time, and for giving me a chance to prove to you that I'll be a just ruler."
She accepted her copy of the agreement and tucked it inside of her jacket. "If you work hard and are fair, you will earn their trust." Laelia said reassuringly. "I'm glad we were able to come to an understanding. If you have need of my counsel, send for me. I've spent a great deal of time among rulers and monarchs. I'm happy to provide my opinions." Laelia stood then and nodded her head to Protea after finishing off her cider. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Majesty. I am sure we will see each other again soon." And then she would turn and exit the room.
The Queen rose along with the Commander and nodded in return. "Thank you for your advice and the offering of your counsel." As the Commander left, she turned and handed her servant the parchment to be put in the secure vault where it would be properly guarded along with the prior Queen's crown and the small treasury she was building from the people's taxes. She settled down into her seat and lifted the wine to take a long sip from it, nearly emptying the glass now. "Two down, two tasks to go."
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