Update Aug 8
The idea that Dracon did not want to rule, did not want to live this desert life was not anything that Raven’s muddled mind could comprehend? So, in Raven’s twisted reasoning it became some diabolical plot that his brother had set in motion against him to cheat him out of what should rightfully be his? An act to prove to Raven how much more powerful he was? When in reality, Dracon had walked away from something, someone far more personal the land or the throne. And, by the point he had walked away for good, he was walking
to something, someone not walking away from anything?! His reasons for leaving were fairly clear to most! First of all, it would be a
bit difficult to turn over a throne whilst someone already sat upon it?! Namely, their Father! And, that Senior Dracon was in good health
of mind and body- not intending to vacate the post any time soon?
The elder Dracon feeling some guilt and responsibility for the Raven’s flaws allowed him some small leeway, had given him a few
small parcels of land and estates to govern thinking it would ease his troubled mind- unfortunately it had caused more problems. As to
his other son, Dracon Fae, he knew well the troubles of that man’s heartbreak and soul searching? He had sadly wished that son well on
his journey to a new destiny. After all, the older man had laughed, “It’s not like I do not have a house full of heirs in waiting, and a dozen wives plotting behind my back as well?!”
Out of all of his offspring, Raven was the only one to take offense, to always want more, to have such a burning need and demand for
attention? The Dracon knew sadly and bitterly that it was much the son’s Mother’s doing, and his own misguided actions resulting in this
flawed character of Raven. Sienna had been such a beautiful desert flower, but full of thorns and venom had she been? She had never been
content or satisfied with her station in life as a lower wife- always scheming and so often using the son to get what she felt was hers.
Because of his guilt- he knew deep down that he should have stepped in, removed the boy from her care and influence, and he knew well
that he should have had her locked away when the madness set in? But, he could not bring himself to do those things back then. He had
actually uttered oaths of relief when she she had disappeared into the night all those years ago! He had sent out a minimum of searchers… no one had really put much effort into it and, they all assumed she had fled to the boats with her newest lover? So, The
Dracon felt an overwhelming responsibility now for how it had all shaped this son.
He had tried through the years to rectify some of the errors and greiviances, pacifying and placating this son- giving him some semblance of control and ruling. But, sadly each bit given seemed to trigger a burning for more? And, the young man cared not about the
land or the people he was responsible for, only the power he could wield over them? The Dracon was deeply troubled by all of it, would
threaten to revoke all, Raven would pay him lip service, all the while trying to garner more support from fanaticals and mercenaries.
It became a constant battle, keeping Raven in line!
When the United Council was called to meet at Fae Valley, the elder Dracon knew the troubles would increase tenfold? He had sent a secret
delegation on ahead with documents and papers explaining the issues and troubles of the desert… Then he had allowed the Raven a feeling
of rightiousness and respect in sending him as “Leader” of the Desert Delegation? His hope was that Dracon Fae’s allies were as
strong as he swore they were and they would deal with Raven. He regretted having to do it this way and felt some sorrow for sending
Raven to his eventual demise this way, but could see no other outcome?
That was all of course before he had been advised of this new mess concerning one young Royal Highness?! A meeting with the High
Priestess had answered his questions, but not in any way calmed his ire and outright rage of this event! “If one thing happens to that girl over this, I will hold you and your Temple personally responsible!” He had raged at the woman, “You have seen fit to play God and Goddess for far too long with people’s lives! This time, you have went too far! You have played with my Grand daughter’s life!” He sent her out with a calm but cold steely reminder, “One thing, one single thing to cause this family any more pain or grief, and your temple will fall in ruins around you!”
She walked out, her head held high as though his ringing last words did not affect her… the only visible sign were her clenched hands
at her side to still the shaking of them, “Your plans had best succeed or your coffers will in as much ruins as your temple walls!”
Days later, sailing toward Fae Valley, Hazzid took his own turn on deck staring out at the clear night stars guiding their way. He only
hoped this plan would work, that they should not be caught now whenall was so close? He prayed for the safety of the young maid, Layla
and her future because of this plan? He knew she had willingly volunteered to do it, but it still left him with concerns and worries
for the girl?
The question had always been, How to get Anumet safely into the protection of Dracon Fae without Raven suspecting anything? Luckily
for them, Raven had cared not at all for the looks of his daughter… or inspecting her? His exact words, “I give a rat’s ass whether she
looks like the back end of a camel, it is not me that’s bedding or wedding her! And, once the papers are signed, my future in-laws are
stuck with her!” He had laughed viciously and cruelly, “Just you all make sure she stays covered as custom dictates?! Men always pay
higher for the unknown, the hidden surprise, Fools that they are!”
Amunet had seethed inside, would have blown their cover right then, had she not been so violently sea sick at the time?! As it was, she made sure her nauseated wretching was loud enough to cover the odd muffled sounds coming from her large trunk? Raven’s man had laughed
and commented on the strange hiss, “What, you bring your own snakes to kill yourself when this marriage turns sour? Haaa smart girl you
Amunet kept her head lowered and quickly shoved a foot over to kick her trunk!