The kingdom celebrated the news of having another Royal Knight. The scene was all festive with the music and banners displayed throughout the royal palace. The Seven Princes of the kingdom, each one representing their noble clan, marched towards the ceremonial hall to acknowledge King Rashal's declaration on making Darina as the Royal Knight after the Order of Agabea, the first queen who ruled Clapestris.
Darina marched with her golden armor as she grips on her scepter. The scepter is her royal insignia wherein attached an emerald stone that reveals the grand symbol of a lotus. No one knows except her and her royal parents that there is another symbol engraved in the emerald stone. It was an encrypted military insignia of the tiger kingdom.
King Rashal intended to have the symbol placed to remind him of someone who helped him. Darina always has this insignia in all of her items. From swords to clothes and seals, Darina is the only one who has this peculiar insi
Prince Thariem couldn’t settle himself at the thought of the seven great princes leaving the capital on this very day. Darina was not manifesting herself for more than a day. He is embarrassed that Darina did not come to see the princes. He marched towards Darina’s room while his servants who followed him are carrying his gifts. He was getting near Darina’s chamber and saw that the grand doors are open. Prince Thariem heard Marsden and Darina’s voices. “My Lady, if you think you no more have your place, then you can join me. My land is willing to welcome you. My company could be glad for yours,” Marsden said. “Are all the things here in Clapestris worth your toil? You see, if you find things hard, you can tarry first. You can also leave Clapestris off. My service is ready to help you in that matter. I, myself, had many times left the Anglo-Saxons.” “You absconder!” Darina outcried as she hit the table. Even Prince Thariem was taken aback by Darina’s outburst,
Darina’s caravan joined Ozroes as they journey towards Sahamero, the land of the myth-like Amyrgians. They were mysterious to the Clapestrisian due to their elusiveness and the nature of their land. The thrill flowing through Darina’s veins is after her desire to see the vast land and the military force of the Amyrgians. She can finally see the mighty men who are only described in the books she read. “I would like to extend my gratitude for letting my caravan join yours,” Darina initiated their conversation. She was able to converse with the other princes but she cannot waste her time waiting for the dusk to see them off. She needs to join Ozroes back to Sahamero to secure close grounds in reinforcing the authority of Clapestris in the strange land. “A very little thing to regard, Your Highness,” Ozroes replied without the attempt to add anything to their conversation.
The companies of Darina and Ozroes reached the land of the Amyrgian Clan in the bright morning pulled by the desert sun. There, Darina saw the warriors on their sturdy physique. Some are training. Some are helping the women in harvesting few crops. There are women as well bringing large trunks of trees to their camps. Amyrgian children, being the blessings of the tribe, are flourishing their youth and running around the steppe. “These are my people, Your Highness,” Ozroes showed. “And this is yet my district. My brother, Shahin, owns the second district situated at the east.” “You are governing one of the districts of Sahamero,” Darina uttered while gazing at the Amyrgians. She followed Ozroes while the chief prince showed her Amyrgian land. “This is not yet Sahamero. One of my uncles is governing it. But we have to go through these gates to reach Sahamero. There we can converse with my father.” There is one thing that Darina is ashamed to mention onc
If one may ask what has gotten to Prince Thariem that he changed his mind and told Darina to no more campaign about her understanding with the Seven Great Houses, his answer was less convincing but real. It was wrong for him to do it. “It is good for a prince to know that a shah cannot take back his decisions once he has said it. A prince will one day become a shah and cannot take the situation like mere gameplay. Prince Thariem, are you not worried of the other consequences as you take it back?” Bolo admonished. Prince Thariem came to the abode of the merchant clan of Estino, from where Farrah’s man belongs. He visited their place for the newlywed and to converse with the chief minister. “Then do you see it best for my first plan to work out?” Prince Thariem asked. “As someone who has a daughter, I think you should have not planned it in the first place, Your Highness. You took away your father’s right to plan for Darina and convened with the mere pr
Prince Thariem started his work in the land of Sindhur with Ganzorig by his side. The page was found to have both the great talents of a scribe and an interpreter. Prince Thariem was pleased to have him. Ganzorig does not need to work with Bolo who needed to return to Clapestris. Instead, the page is helping Prince Thariem in flourishing the city of Sindhur. Prince Thariem found out that the vast mountain-enclosed city has a favorable clime to grow flax. There were a few farmers and weavers good enough for their linen production. Springs were flowing near the mountains. A good number of wells are scattered around the area. There were nearby sources of clay as well. The prince couldn’t help but get delighted with the choices of resources Sindhur has. This is how Ganzorig recorded Prince Thariem’s work in Sindhur. Prince Thariem, the Royal Knight after the Order of Eren-Narses, brought his fruitful works to the City of Sindhur. He inquired for scholars to
History has always been accounted to be written with the splendors of the kings and kingdoms. On the silence of palaces and citadels, there, history slips through the veils of time to the best of its continuum. With the intellects of the scribes, recording the riches of Clapestris, history has become the witness on how Prince Thariem and Darina are mounting their horses in the race for glory. No one has set their footsteps yet at their homeland. Both of them are caught up with the principle to fulfill their duties as the Royal Knights of Clapestris. In the provinces of the western regions, are the reports and fame of Prince Thariem shooting through the Sindhur gates and Shapur borders. His name has become known with his enthusiasm to regard and inquire the genius of the Shapuran scholars. The songs of the minstrels were about his wit of enriching the trade with Mysia and Sindhur. The influx of gold and silver has become a commodity among cities. He flourished his tal
In the lowly sight of a naked eye, there only is that wooden bridge marking the partition between Darina and Prince Thariem. But beyond this physical illusion was an argument fluctuating in itself that has come to them a while ago to stand the two adrift. Prince Thariem was against Darina’s decision to only make the Viraiz Prisoners of War. In all of the incursions that the Viraiz Clan have done, they seem more pampered than the real prisoners. They have not even tasted the troubles of war under Darina’s hand. Darina should have avenged the provinces raided by the Viraiz. Darina implied that she will not root out any clan even be it the Viraiz. She even assured the Prince to always bring him victory in all her campaigns. Only that the Prince must remember about the slaves who revolt against his great-granduncle which brought down the seventh sovereign. She reasoned out that making slaves out of Viraiz would only mobilize them to trouble the inner parts of the Royal C
The next day, Queen Mariam and Darina set sail through Lake Neyriz. The sail of their boat is filled with the scent of ivory. They had maidservants and musicians with them. They had a personal discourse about their fine dresses and their memories with each other. Queen Mariam held Darina's hand. She felt a faint heaviness in her heart as she saw Darina's hand with a few scars. Some of it maybe were wounds of training, some by the swords fight, and the remaining ones were due to the fire incident when Darina was seventeen years old. The queen could only keep the blame in herself as to what happened to Darina. Darina glanced at the fine features of Queen Mariam as she lets her hold her hand. What Darina saw is a queenly countenance flared by the sepia lights of the setting sun. Her fine chiseled cheekbones faintly beam in red, and her nose delights the hands of the cunning sculptors. The tips of her hair covered with shoal gently glide through the Neyriz winds. The sme