Chapter 6: Dominion Underneath III

Tuwar and I readied ourselves as the collective footsteps drew closer to our lodging. 

     “What’s her condition?” A stern, but femine voice sounded inches away from our room. “Princess!”

      The first to enter was a mature beauty with cropped, wheat colored hair. Her frantic eyes lit up the second they met mine. Tsuna was beside her clasping her hands together faithfully.

     “Lady Hakuei…” Daiki distanced himself.

     “Well I’ll be damned!” Hakuei inched forward, hesitantly.

      The woman began tearing up a bit as she made her way to my bedside. Then, kneeling beside me she pulled my face closer to hers. “It would appear that this isn’t just the liquor distorting my view. It really is you, my lady ”.

     “Move it old man!” I looked toward the door as two men fought to enter the doorway. The younger of the two seemed to be slightly older than Tuwar, or Haru in this case. If his hair had been a tad longer, I’d find it difficult to distinguish him from a girl. His features were soft, despite his slim, toned body and his blonde hair was fashionably groomed. “Damn it Kiryu, for an old man you seem too out of touch with your manners”!

     The elder, with a face comparable to a worn out mop, stood immovable and expressionless as the boy fought to shove him aside. “I'm merely exercising my right of senior citizenship. With regards to manners, however, wouldn't you say it is quite immoral of a youth such as yourself to march ahead of your elders”?

     “It's the youth that's gonna run this place once your saggy behind is gone, so precedence is mine”!

     The elder stroked his beard contemplatively. “Perhaps, but I find it difficult to entrust such a responsibility to one who cannot even cast aside a feeble old man”.

     Hakuei glared at the two with open disgust. “Kiryu, Shin, will the both of you knock it off and just take a seat already! His majesty should be here any moment now!”

     Sighing, she shuffled her hands through the parchments and disorganized capsules on the table left of her. The two kept at it, seeming to be a pair of crabs fighting to overcome the other. It wasn't until a tremor caused the entire room to move, that the two stopped to inspect. I stiffened as a faint sound of something heavy echoed from the end of the hall. Tuwar stood up, bracing himself under the assumption that it was undoubtedly a threat. 

     “Oh, Goro’s coming!” Tsuna stepped aside, choosing not to engage herself in the doorway scuffle between Kiryuu and Shin. 

     “GORO?!” The two said in tandem, matching the terror filled look that the other had.

         The sound grew closer causing the room we were in to erupt. It was as if a mountain had sprouted feet and began testing its prowess like a baby.

     “If the two of you don't move…” Hakuei popped open a canister of liquid. “...Lady Yuki won't be the only one in need of medical attention”.

     The room began to convulse causing the trays and fallen items to skip around the floor. A man appeared. If he was even a man. 

     He stood several meters in height, with broad shoulders stenching beneath the curtain sized robe he was wearing. His face was dark and empty, only two faint beads of green, seeming to be eyes. As he stepped, a crunching sound resounded from the joints of his body.

   “W-Wait Goro!” Shin pleaded as the massive shadow arched the doorway. “You know the rules, don’t you? His Majesty forbids you from entering into the smaller parts of the palace”!

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     “Shin is correct, Sir Goro!” Kiryu's Chagrin smile peaked from his beard. “This room is much too cramped for someone such as yourself, hehe!”

     With a muted disregard for the men's words, Goro merely stepped forward, expressionless as he broke down the doorway and the inhabitants blocking it. The already messy room increased its clutter in the form of a broken doorway and injured personnel. 

     “Ah—” Shin groaned against the floor. “Remind me again…how this big oaf… became general alongside us.” 

     “That is…an answer best directed toward his majesty” Kiryu spoke between coughs. “We were appointed after Sir Goro…afterall”. 

     “Ah, look at this mess!” Hakuei shot up, observing the debris-filled room. “Goro!”

     The entire room seemed to shrink now that a boulder of a man stood center stage. I wearily scanned him from head to toe, feeling a sense of ominousness at his dark and stoic presence. He just stood there, silently as he stared down at me. Tuwar stood cooly beside Daiki with a speculative look in his eyes. Seconds passed by with the snap of a finger, leading to the sound of a mass clinking of armor rustling from within the hall. Everyone stood stiff as if it was the only logical thing to do as a large group of guards lined up outside our room.

     “He’s here!” Hakuei smiled, stepping back toward me, but slightly distanced.

     I narrowed my eyes at the silhouette that strode toward our room. Everything seemed to freeze under the weight of his impression. He walked slow, but stern, his steps carrying a dignified weight behind it. The soldiers stood like statues, blinking not so much as once. I started to tense up, trembling a bit in eager-minded angst at the dramatic buildup this fleshly mortal created. 

     Once he had arrived, the air in the room stifled, almost as if it were requesting permission to move freely. He looked inside, his bright eyes fixed instantly onto me. His deep, charcoal hair was in exact contrast to mine, seeming more suited for my brother, instead. The sharp line crafting his jawline made even me begin to stare wide-eyed. 

He was tall too, with a textbook frame suitable for a warrior king and a black robe, covered in leather, jewel-clad straps. Everyone watched him intensely as he made his way over to me. I sat still for a moment, empty headed of the words I had conformed to speak.

     He knelt ever so gracefully beside me, the act seeming sinful for one of his caliber and with a hand reaching for mine, he spoke. “Princess, I am

most elated to see that what our messengers had reported was devoid of falsehood”.

     I was nearly entranced, losing myself in the eyes of my would-be father. Whatever additional words he spoke seemed to exit one ear following its entrance in the other.

     “Ahem!” I was saved, however, by my brother who had cleared his throat in a rather raspy and uncivil manner. Strangely, when I looked up, everyone had taken a knee and all eyes looked elsewhere as if something of more importance abated them. 

     But what could be more important than the sole sovereign of a nation? 

     My inward question was answered by the appearance of a raven-haired young boy, appearing thirteen at most. His moon lit eyes could serve as flash lights in a darkened room the way its glow emanated from the sockets. He was plainly dressed. Nothing special. A lime green robe, with chalk-colored stitching. He was almost pint sized and despite the mole beneath his eye, his face was rather plaine.

     The boy stepped toward me with an ecstatic smile. “Daughter, welcome home!”

 

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