Dealings in the Council of Avalhein - Chapter 16

Dealings in the Council Avalhein…

Chapter 16

“So the matter is closed, and there shall be no further discussions pertaining to the plans of war. Speak now or forever keep your silence” commanded Geirrha, evidently confident that she would get the answer she wanted. She walked around the council chamber, looking every councillor in the eye and passing on to the next without cease. She had demanded the council to meet early and be snappy with what they were going to discuss.

Malkknrre was still with Elder Kimaha, and Geirrha had taken the helm of the war preparations. Her plan was nearing fruition. She walked around the council chamber once more and looked at anyone who so much as twitched with a glare that promised a painful death. She smiled pleasantly afterward, the council having been taken care of quickly.

She passed under the dome on her way out and the flecks of colored light made her seem surreal in her movements. Lean muscle rippled with a feline grace as she bounded for the door, only to turn around and give the council a curtsy fit for a king.

She moved through the hallways and entered her chambers. She plopped down and with an aleron grabbed a book from a nearby shelf. Reading had always been one of her pastimes and she relished in the feeling of traveling into other worlds through it. Even on her travels, she had not forgotten to buy a book everywhere she went.

She had gone to the Sorceror’s Guild one day only to boast exotic books that taught powerful magicks that the Sorcerors had not even dreamed of. One of those books had an intricate design on its cover bordered with gleaming metal. A spell in the book would turn those designs into living, breathing creatures that follow the beck and call of their masters.

She flipped a page and immersed herself fully in the ocean of words that had just been opened to her.

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Malkknrre definitely was enjoying Elder Kimaha’s company. Elder Kimaha was, after all, notoriously hospitable. He had been drinking some sort of wonderful-tasting concoction that Kimaha had whipped up for him. As a result, he felt wonderfully blissful.

He laughed at every joke of Kimaha, not even knowing if it was a joke or not, but he only half-listened to everything anyway. He was on the carpet, rolling around, when the door suddenly burst open and Kimaha bowed.

When Malkknrre saw the figure in the doorway, he almost laughed. There was no reason for Kimaha to bow, nor should he. Although, almost immediately after laughing, he felt as though compelled to bow. He got up and he bent his neck in such a way that it touched the ground, his mane falling to one side of his face.

His muscles strained as he tried to get out of the position, but his mind wanted him to bow. The perfect mixture of bliss and pleasure poured into him as he held the position and that only made him want to keep it more.

“W-what i-is t-this?!” demanded Malkknrre with outrage. His teeth were gritted and his voice shook in an attempt to fight back the enchantment. His eyes went wide as he unwillingly opened his maw and said “I, Malkknrre, do pledge, by my soul, by my color, by Malhanrrerrye and by all the male descendants of our color, that I will serve Sa’Maihan Sar’Haiel in any way that she wishes, in any form that she wishes, for all eternity.”

”What have I done?! I have condemned any male purples to servitude under her!” screamed Malkknrre in his mind, but to no avail, the oath was complete and the skies rumbled in response.

“Now you shall indeed serve me in any form that I wish” said the female with a sickeningly sweet voice. Malkknrre’s last conscious thought was one about vengeance and even that thought wasn’t given enough time to be finished.