Orchid Espere (
petal_storm) wrote2024-02-14 07:35 pm
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There's a prophecy
Who: Dahlia, Magnus, any?
When: Start of this AU
What: Ahahahahaha
Dahlia set her pen down and stretched, the last of the tests were graded and the sun was setting which meant aside from the rare night classes at the academy the day was done. Barring one thing. She smiled slightly, an emotionless curve of lips as she stood and left the classroom to go to her office. It had been built to her specifications, she had been there WHEN it was built. The chair was older than every single student, after all she'd had the academy since the founding of the kingdom.
In fact the kingdom was rather...her fault. That was what happened when something like her fell from the sky, injured, and leaving an impact crater that was now the grand amphitheater. She'd caught the edges of a double nova, absorbed a great deal of it to prevent a neighboring, life bearing system from dying, but well that had meant damage. She'd landed in a shuddering heap of starstuff and vaguely human limbs, bleeding darkness and Power into the lands around her, and it had been a local clan leader who dared approach.
Once he realized what she was, well, he got his mages in and they bound her to the land. Taking out her heart and tying her power into the area around them. Fertile lands,and strong, healthy people...
...and he hid her heart.
When she'd woken up she blinked at him, ignored the sword at her throat and waited as he demanded her obedience and fealty.
Well then.
She gave it, with conditions. As long as his bloodline continued se would swear to each new ruler. As the only person who knew where her heart was, well, she was at a disadvantage, buuut. BUT. One day his bloodline would thin. His heirs would dwindle. That was how biologics worked really, and when that did there would be a choice. If any of his heirs returned her head she would leave in peace...should his bloodline die without any choosing to do so she would destroy the entire empire he established with her power, because that was the fastest and easiest way to get her power back.
He conquered the continent.
His children consolidated it and started infrastructure, and she had demanded the right to open an academy, for mages AND higher education...because the lands would inevitably start producing magic users in higher quantity with her bound to it. And so this building had been built before the castle was actually completed; keeping Dahlia happy was best after all.
She had never lost her temper; she couldn't. Emotion was from the heart after all.
Ah but here they were, settled in her chair and ad watching the door when the newest heir to the bloodline edged in.
Newest and last. There were no others, as she'd promised they had lost fertility, bastards were less common then non-existence...n siblings in the last few generations and now this child, who was also a student at the academy, "hello Magnus," she smiled.
"Head Master," he greeted nervously, coming to sit in front of the desk, "why was I called here?"
"You father has passed," she noted simply.
"...ah?" Yes?
"And so the yearly meeting is yours, even if you haven't been crowned yet. And so, state of the kingdom," she pulled out files, all those that relied on her power or power in general to run, like the electric grid, the sewer system, state welfare, mass crop growing etc...his eyes were a bit glazed by the time she finished, tapped the papers back into the file and nodded, "and so this year is well, stable."
"...good?" he blinked. "Um, shouldn't this be given to the regent instead of me? I'm under age." Or rather under age to be king as of yet, age of majority was eighteen here, but twenty-five to rule so his stepmother was handling state affairs.
"No, I report only to the bloodline," she smiled sharply; and equally empty smile but body memory was a wonderful thing.
"Okay, thank you...? Good...job?"
She nodded, "of course. And the final question: where is my heart child?"
"UM?!"
About what she expected honestly, she nodded, "I see. This time next year then. Dismissed."
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Magnus closed the door and leaned on it, panting, he didn't know WHY he was on teh verge of a panic attack but, well, he was. Shit. Shiiiit.
"What's wrong dear?" Markux asked, glancing over.
"I need help," HE REALLY DID.
Markux smacked Jendiss's ass and laughed, "with what? Did you bomb a test?"
"...noooo I might have accidentally doomed the country?"
"...what?"
When: Start of this AU
What: Ahahahahaha
Dahlia set her pen down and stretched, the last of the tests were graded and the sun was setting which meant aside from the rare night classes at the academy the day was done. Barring one thing. She smiled slightly, an emotionless curve of lips as she stood and left the classroom to go to her office. It had been built to her specifications, she had been there WHEN it was built. The chair was older than every single student, after all she'd had the academy since the founding of the kingdom.
In fact the kingdom was rather...her fault. That was what happened when something like her fell from the sky, injured, and leaving an impact crater that was now the grand amphitheater. She'd caught the edges of a double nova, absorbed a great deal of it to prevent a neighboring, life bearing system from dying, but well that had meant damage. She'd landed in a shuddering heap of starstuff and vaguely human limbs, bleeding darkness and Power into the lands around her, and it had been a local clan leader who dared approach.
Once he realized what she was, well, he got his mages in and they bound her to the land. Taking out her heart and tying her power into the area around them. Fertile lands,and strong, healthy people...
...and he hid her heart.
When she'd woken up she blinked at him, ignored the sword at her throat and waited as he demanded her obedience and fealty.
Well then.
She gave it, with conditions. As long as his bloodline continued se would swear to each new ruler. As the only person who knew where her heart was, well, she was at a disadvantage, buuut. BUT. One day his bloodline would thin. His heirs would dwindle. That was how biologics worked really, and when that did there would be a choice. If any of his heirs returned her head she would leave in peace...should his bloodline die without any choosing to do so she would destroy the entire empire he established with her power, because that was the fastest and easiest way to get her power back.
He conquered the continent.
His children consolidated it and started infrastructure, and she had demanded the right to open an academy, for mages AND higher education...because the lands would inevitably start producing magic users in higher quantity with her bound to it. And so this building had been built before the castle was actually completed; keeping Dahlia happy was best after all.
She had never lost her temper; she couldn't. Emotion was from the heart after all.
Ah but here they were, settled in her chair and ad watching the door when the newest heir to the bloodline edged in.
Newest and last. There were no others, as she'd promised they had lost fertility, bastards were less common then non-existence...n siblings in the last few generations and now this child, who was also a student at the academy, "hello Magnus," she smiled.
"Head Master," he greeted nervously, coming to sit in front of the desk, "why was I called here?"
"You father has passed," she noted simply.
"...ah?" Yes?
"And so the yearly meeting is yours, even if you haven't been crowned yet. And so, state of the kingdom," she pulled out files, all those that relied on her power or power in general to run, like the electric grid, the sewer system, state welfare, mass crop growing etc...his eyes were a bit glazed by the time she finished, tapped the papers back into the file and nodded, "and so this year is well, stable."
"...good?" he blinked. "Um, shouldn't this be given to the regent instead of me? I'm under age." Or rather under age to be king as of yet, age of majority was eighteen here, but twenty-five to rule so his stepmother was handling state affairs.
"No, I report only to the bloodline," she smiled sharply; and equally empty smile but body memory was a wonderful thing.
"Okay, thank you...? Good...job?"
She nodded, "of course. And the final question: where is my heart child?"
"UM?!"
About what she expected honestly, she nodded, "I see. This time next year then. Dismissed."
* * *
Magnus closed the door and leaned on it, panting, he didn't know WHY he was on teh verge of a panic attack but, well, he was. Shit. Shiiiit.
"What's wrong dear?" Markux asked, glancing over.
"I need help," HE REALLY DID.
Markux smacked Jendiss's ass and laughed, "with what? Did you bomb a test?"
"...noooo I might have accidentally doomed the country?"
"...what?"
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“Yes.” He nodded.
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"...and?" Markux blinked, kissing Jendiss's neck as he sat up.
"...and the star brought me in for a yearly review today."
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“… what?”
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"She?" Markux blinked.
"Headmaster."
"THE HOT ICE QUEEN?!"
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“How do you know…?”
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“…uuuhm.”
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“How do we get in?”
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Magnus blinked? "Are you offering to fuck my stepmom?!"
"...got a better idea?"
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“Uuuh… hmm.”
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Magnus staaaaared, "but..."
"I'll clean throughly before you have me in bonds again."
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“It is a little weird but…”
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“…okay.”
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"And Jendiss," Markyx smiled, "what about that new student? The winged one...?"
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“I don’t think he speaks any of the common languages. “
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Markux frowned, "ah, that's unfortunate he seems...delightful. And it'd be fun to get him in with us." Ah well.
"You can meet me in the hall after Markux distracts the bitch?" Magnus smiled. "We can raid my dad's quarters together?" So Jendiss wasn't left out?
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“Sure. I can see what I can do.” Jendiss smiled.
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“…I’ll try.”
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“Yeah yeah..” he laughed.
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