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Malfalcone, King of Yalin, feared enemy of the mages, benevolent… 
24th-Nov-2006 11:27 pm

Malfalcone, King of Yalin, feared enemy of the mages, benevolent ruler of millions was discontent. The man who had everything in the world, a kingdom at his feet, castles, scores of adoring citizens, servants, a vast army, a beautiful wife and a son to inherit his legacy sat at his broad oak desk drumming his fingers. He felt useless, out of the way, uninvolved in what was going on and that simply would not do. Malfalcone was the most powerful man in the world and Valadar, however much he trusted him, was just his adviser. So what right did he have to be the one in the midst of things while Malfalcone waited in the capitol. Perhaps if he offered his help...

Malfalcone grabbed a piece of parchment and dipped his eagle quill into the inkwell. He paused for a moment, formulating the words for letter for Valadar.

Valadar-

Again he paused before crumpling up the paper. It would over a week for the letter for be delivered and for him to hear back, even with his fastest messengers. Besides, he was the king. Was it not his right to check up on operations at his whim?

Malfalcone rose from his desk and began barking out orders.

"I'M LEAVING FOR YALIN. I WANT MY PERSONAL GUARD AS WELL AS THE 10TH AND 12TH CAVALRY DIVISIONS READY TO GO BY TOMORROW MORNING.
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<lj-cut text="In the capitol of Yalin">
Malfalcone, King of Yalin, feared enemy of the mages, benevolent ruler of millions was discontent. The man who had everything in the world, a kingdom at his feet, castles, scores of adoring citizens, servants, a vast army, a beautiful wife and a son to inherit his legacy sat at his broad oak desk drumming his fingers. He felt useless, out of the way, uninvolved in what was going on and that simply would not do. Malfalcone was the most powerful man in the world and Valadar, however much he trusted him, was just his adviser. So what right did he have to be the one in the midst of things while Malfalcone waited in the capitol. Perhaps if he offered his help...

Malfalcone grabbed a piece of parchment and dipped his eagle quill into the inkwell. He paused for a moment, formulating the words for letter for Valadar.

<i>Valadar-</i>

Again he paused before crumpling up the paper. It would over a week for the letter for be delivered and for him to hear back, even with his fastest messengers. Besides, he was the king. Was it not his <i>right</i> to check up on operations at his whim?

Malfalcone rose from his desk and began barking out orders.

"I'M LEAVING FOR YALIN. I WANT MY PERSONAL GUARD AS WELL AS THE 10TH AND 12TH CAVALRY DIVISIONS READY TO GO BY TOMORROW MORNING. <No,> I <i>don't</i> care if it's short notice."

He adjourned to one of his private dining rooms, grinning to himself as the castle was suddenly set into a hurrying flurry. He sat down at the table, ordered food and a map brought to his and set about looking it over. It wasn't long before he heard the sound of heeled feet and rustling cloth coming down the hallway. The servants at the door opened it as the young woman came rushing in and announced her in their usual drawling tone.

"Queen Itabria, Your Majesty"

Malfalcone looked up as she swept into a brief curtsey.

"Madame, come and sit." He said, waving her forward. She smiled quickly and sat down next to him. News certainly traveled quickly. Itabria must have been preparing for bed; she was wearing a linen nightgown and a long dark blue dressing gown. Her long dark hair was undone as though it were being combed when she got the news. Malfalcone was surprised to see her like his, she had never been known to leave her chambers so informally dressed.

"My Lord," she began eagerly "I have been told you are planning to leave for battle in the morning. What truth is there to this?"

"It is all quite true, Itabria, although whether I shall be meeting with any battles remains to be seem. I am merely checking on the progress of my plans." He said, patting her hand.

"Could you not do that by writing a letter?"

Malfalcone frowned slightly. "No, I have already thought of that."

"Oh," she said quietly "How long will you be away?"

"As long as it takes. It all depends on how Valadar is executing my orders."

Itabria's face darkened, both at the mention of Valadar and at the choice words the King had used. <i>Executing, indeed</i> the Queen thought.</lj-cut>
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