26th of Saun
Veljorn had been busy getting prepared for the night. Everything had to be polished, neatly displayed, and the guards had to be hand picked. Their tent, which was normally further away from the front lines, had been placed in the center of the army’s encampment. The sigil of House Burhan was on display at every tent, the blue banners waving the wind. The background was the forest they had sheltered in to one aspect, and the burning walls of Andaris City. Tonight, the siege engines were quiet, as was custom for the night of negotiations. The perimeter had been well guarded, with the elite facing Andaris City if Cassander decided to break the agreement. They would also be the one’s to great Cassander entourage when they arrived, guiding them through the encampment to the future King and Queen’s tent. Zvezdana had taken great care with her appearance this evening. The servants that accompanied her had washed her skin until it shown. Her blue and purple dress was the closest thing she had to representing House Burhan. Her hair was pulled up in a way that the front strands made a nest for her crown. The heavy gold circle was well fitted for her, in size and in power. The silver torque and silver earrings did not draw away from the gold crown, which is why she had selected them. She had even had a servant working on polishing the crown until the blue stones glittered and the gold shined with the reflection of the fire. Everything had been meticulously put into place on her body, down to the heels of her shoes. She saw patiently to the right of her husband at the round table which had been erected for the occasion.
Veljorn was dressed in his black plate armor with the symbol of the Qe’Dreki emblazoned on it. His large shield, his wedding gift, leaned up against his right of his chair. His helmet was set off to the left on the table. Even he had taken the time to bathe and wash his hair. Zvezdana may have influenced him into wiping away the grime of war for the negotiations talks. He had to look like a king, not a warrior. His crown, larger than hers, sat on his head. The stones were larger than hers, but they glittered with the same blue fire that hers did. His fingers fell rhythmically on the table with impatience.
“Calm down dear. He is the King of Rynmere. He would be wise to treat with us this evening. He will be here.”
“For a woman that has never set foot on the battlefield, you sure are confident with your knowledge of politics.”
“Confidence is half the battle Veljorn. People will follow a confident leader over a boy king.”
She believed this with all her heart. After all, she practiced that belief every day. Veljorn had acted confident the very day that she met him. And that is what drew her to him. He had the ability to be calm in a situation that caused adrenalin to rush and to be the humble victor. Zvezdana smiled at him, rolling the stem of her glass between her fingers. Even she had elected for juice instead of wine this evening. It was easier to keep her wits about her without the fog of alcohol. It still looked like alcohol. It was probably a method of lying, filling their jug with juice and Cassander’s jug with high-grade wine. These were simple methods of cheating. If Cassander drank with them, then maybe he would slip in his negotiatioin strategy. Similarly, another thought came to mind.
“Darling. Maybe we should have a soldier bring Elyna to our tent. More Burhan representation may put Cassander off his guard. The stronger and more united we look, the better our chances at getting what we want.”
Veljorn had a dark look over his eyes that was fleeting. Zvezdana hadn’t missed it, causing a brief chill to flicker down her spine. What was that about? Had something gone on that she missed? She dismissed it quickly when his fingers stopped pattering along.
“Guards! Bring Lady Elyna to our tent. Tell her that she is going to be a part of our council during negotiations.”
Zvezdana smiled, connecting her lips with the goblet. Everything was falling into place. Soon, they would be celebrating their victory and sitting on the throne. Soon, she would have everything that she ever wanted in life: the love of her life, family that finally came to turns with her role, things that represented her status, and friends that were true.
Soon, she would be the Queen of Rynmere.