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.

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

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

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

In a commoner’s amusement place, it is filled with noise and laughter. Yet, it is Darina’s second fine choice right after Farrah’s villa. Other than these two places, Darina cannot name something any better. A boy familiar to Rowen came with food for them in the exclusive room. Darina noticed that the boy was a new sight. “Who is this retak?” Darina asked, amused that the boy behaves meticulously as he places the platters upon their oak table. “I had not seen him before.” The retak greeted Darina formally as he grips the tray against his chest. “I am Ganzorig, Your Highness. I am a brother to the cavalry captain.” He said, pertaining to Rowen as he introduced himself. Recalling that Rowen had no siblings, Darina wondered. “Rowen, I thought your life was akin to mine?” “It is true that he is not my brother by lineage, Your Highness. But Brother Rowen redeemed me from being a slave at Sindhur. He brought me to Clapestris. Yet I did not stay for