Chapter 3 - Part A

                Andoran Grey was deep in thought, as he stood in his second story apartment, looking out over the west side of the garden.  He could see the dock clearly, and the gardeners working at several flower beds over the long green lawn.  The dew was heavy on the grass, and it glittered in the morning sunshine.  The waves were playful on the beach, nothing serious, just the gentle massage back and forth declaring another perfect summer day.  If only he could focus on those things rather than the pounding drum in his mind, repeating over and over, that the council had invited Kale Farharad to stay in order to pursue the Empress.  He’d known Atlantis since they were young, and he’d seen the damage left in the wake of Kale Farharad the first time.  To be short, he wasn’t eager to watch it happen again, nor was he eager for a positive outcome that would take Atlantis from him, and place her in the arms of another.  Torn between the two sides of the spectrum, Kale crossed his arms and furrowed his brow.  Personally he would prefer the Empire to stay in Atlantis’ capable hands.  He didn’t like the interference of different cultures and influences, especially when they came in the form of a man eager to be an Emperor.  

                  Andoran couldn’t say exactly when he’d fallen in love with the pretty, young ruler.  It had happened naturally, over time, so slowly in fact that it was a very strong point with Andoran that Atlantis never need know, not from him at very least.  He always figured she knew in her own way, she didn’t need him to declare anything.  Before Kale, there had been a time when Atlantis had been in love with Andoran on her own.  He relished in those memories for a moment, easily recalling her love-struck smile and flirtatious giggle.  Of course, at that time, Andoran had only considered her a silly girl, not potential for marriage.  Her coronation had come too fast on the heels of Kale’s broken promises, or Andoran may have expressed himself to her then.  But, that was a history of long bemoaned, could haves or should haves.  He could see Kale’s entourage in the distance.  It looked as if they were preparing for a day of sailing.  He rolled his eyes.  Atlantis would only inherit a child if she married Kale.  Fortunately, Andoran was fairly sure that Atlantis’ feelings toward Kale were minimal, as Atlantis didn’t have the capacity to lie to him.  He would watch, keep a close eye on her, and only act if it became necessary.  For now it was preferable to love Atlantis unrequited, because that way she only belonged to him.  

       “Lord Grey.” His servant, Tryst bowed at the waist. “We’ve received word that the Kirlion Empire would like to forge a new trade and cultural alliance with the Talerian Empire.” He thrust the document toward Andoran, who scanned it briefly. 

      “Thank you.” Kale muttered, as he scanned through the pages.  Paragraph after paragraph alarmed him more and more.  The Kirlion’s were not peaceful, and this attempt at an alliance looked simply to him as a way to worm their way past Atlantis’ defenses.  They would only cause a problem.  “I’ll take it to the Empress.” He told Tryst, who bowed in retreat.  Shaking his head, he clutched the document in his fist.  Atlantis was reaching too far.  She had enough to do to care for her interests within the Empire.  He would speak with her again.  It was imperative that she listened.  An Empire stretched too thin would never stand in the face of any kind of attack.  That was exactly what these so-called allies wanted.  He would advise her to tell them she was not open at this time to talks.  She would listen.  She had too. 

      Reaching for his cloak, Andoran left his room.  He had a lot of work to do. 

Kale Farharad was getting bored.  He’d sent his people away on a sailing trip, longing for some peace.  It had been nearly a week since his face had stopped stinging from the slap Atlantis had given him, and except for only a few, brief and stinted meetings she had barely spoken to him.  Not that it was surprising, for someone who said over and over how she didn’t hold the past against him, she was a typical woman, with a very long and accurate memory.  It pained him, but he finally decided he wouldn’t beg.  Throwing himself before her and pleading for her affections would only make her despise him more.  He had to act.  He leaned back in the comfort of the shade of his veranda.  It was highly irritating that Atlantis had practically spurned him, but he smiled to himself.  The council had practically stepped over one another to welcome him and to encourage him to stick around.  He knew it could be dangerous, especially with the way politics were at home, but, his people would settle once again if they had a new queen.  With Atlantis’ reputation, she was the perfect choice.  They couldn’t dispute her, it seemed as though everything she touched turned to pure gold.  Her people were content, but for the small matter of an heir, and they were thriving.  He crossed his ankles which were sitting on the carved, marble railing. 

Leaving the dense foliage of the southern gardens, Lady Dawniria came into view.  Kale paused, a slow smile spreading over his features.  Remembering a time when he and Dawniria had shared a romantic evening, he crossed his long fingers over his chest.  In his opinion, she was the more striking, if he were to compare Dawniria to Atlantis.  Her raven hair was pulled back, out of the way, showing off the long sleek line of her neck, trailing down over a dainty collarbone.  She was either a great pretender, or Kale really couldn't win the women of Khal Manar over.  Glancing in his direction, she caught his stare.  Fumbling with her papers, she looked away, and tripping slightly over the trim of her gown, she walked away.  Kale laughed to himself.  Yes, she was a great pretender, loyal to the crown, perhaps to a fault, but she would likely make his stay in Khal Manar at least interesting.  He would likely not have to argue politics with her, but be welcomed into her arms.  Atlantis of course was the prize, but Dawniria would be an appropriate distraction.  Pushing away from the railing, he stood and turned into his apartment.  If the hunt was going to be successful, a good hunter needed a weapon and Kale, knew just the thing.

The warm sunshine spilled in, through the tall windows and paned glass, arched romantically at the top, over the marble floors.  Atlantis liked to walk around with her feet bare on days like this, when it was warm enough.  As in the day of rest for each week, she’d been to the services in the morning praising the one God, Ohar, and now, was both trying to rest and hiding from Kale at the same time.  She liked the quiet days, when the high court was closed, and the Empress was about other business.  Biting her lip, she surveyed the many leather bound books all tucked neatly into shelves, built into large alcoves.  Finding her favourite title, she slid it from its place, and tucked herself in to the corner of a sofa.  Books took her away, giving her access to a place where she wasn’t an Empress, but just someone else.  She could smell the fragrant bloom of the flowers, and she enjoyed it from where she sat.  It was almost too warm to be out in the sun, she surmised, and appreciated even more the tranquil trickle of water down a rock wall surrounding both sides of a large fireplace.  Dawniria had left for home for the week closing, and Marria was with her husband.  A new servant that had been hired for Atlantis, Anya, could be heard faintly humming and rustling boxes in the closet, but Atlantis knew the girl was mostly just filling time before she was allowed to return home for her own break, and so she left her to her humming and rustling, deciding that she could get anything she needed for herself.  It was about the third chapter when she heard light footsteps up the short set of stairs and onto the large half-moon balcony outside. 

            “Well, here you are.” Andoran’s voice floated to her.  Atlantis nodded, but enthralled in the words on the page failed to look up. “I expected to find you in the gardens or maybe by the pool.  I’ve been everywhere looking for you.” He half-accused, his tone playful.  Atlantis looked up and smiled.

            “You should have known you’d find me with a book.” She consoled.

            “I expect I should have.”

“I thought you were going with Eden to Bel Haran to see the new Opera.”Atlantis intoned, referring to one of the young women who worked as Andoran’s assistant. 

“It was one of those new half talking, half singing and dancing things.  Hardly opera.” Andoran rolled his eyes.

“I’m sure she was disappointed.  Pretty girl like that needs a handsome man on her arm.”Atlantis teased, it was curious to her that Andoran had never married.  There seemed to be enough interest in him and the girls were pretty enough, as she’d heard twittering around the palace concerning him on occasion. Except for a few short lived romances he hadn’t really settled on any one girl.  Atlantis always assumed that he just hadn’t found the right one yet; and who was she to judge? Kale’s words came back to her, about his being the only proposal to her since his first one, she gritted her teeth momentarily.  He had some nerve.

“Oh, I doubt she was disappointed, she just about ran away with the extra ticket to find a friend to share the experience with.” 

“And, what brings you here; business or pleasure?”Atlantis chimed.

“Well...”Andoran started slowly, organizing his thoughts in order to speak.

“Oh, not business, surely.” Atlantis pouted, trying to conceal the teasing tone of her voice.  “Ohar gives us one day of rest a week, business can wait for the other six.”

“But, some business is very serious, my Lady.”

Atlantis closed the book and laid it down. “Oh, all right.” She conceded, tucking her knees into her chest. “But, I’m not putting on a veil.”

“I’d rather look at you, anyway.”Andoran agreed.

“Out with it.  Don’t try to sway my conscience with pretty words.  It won’t work.” Atlantis kept her tone light, it was still her day to rest. 

“Well, what about a compromise then?”

“What would that be?”

“We talk business now, for only a short while, and then we find something fun for later.”

“I suppose I could be agreeable to that.”

“The Kirlion Empire is looking to forge a new alliance with you.” Andoran said bluntly.

“Yes, only recently.”

“How long has this been going on?”

“For the past couple of weeks I think.  Nothing too serious.  Just talks.”Atlantis shrugged.

“This is dangerous my Calhara.  They are not a peaceful people.”Andoran warned.

“They have a new ruler by the name of Oritious.  He seems peaceful enough.” Atlantis countered.

“Or young and foolish, rather.”

“He deserves the chance to be at least heard.”Atlantis insisted.

“What do you really want for this Empire, Atlantis? To be stretched so thin that your own people suffer?  The Kirilon Empire will latch onto our natural resources and bleed them dry, and they will have nothing of any great value to offer to us in return.  If you are considering marriage to Kale Farharad, then you will be pulled far too thin as it is.  I must insist, my Lady, that you refuse the Kirilon Empire outright.” Andoran said gravely.  Atlantis laid her book to the side and studied Andoran carefully.  She considered his words before she spoke.

“I don’t think we have anything to worry about just yet.” She concluded. “I haven’t accepted Kale’s offer, and I believe that the Kirilon should at the very least have the opportunity to express themselves.” She insisted. 

“But, why lead him on, and make him believe that you are willing to think about trade with his Empire, if you are not?” Andoran questioned.

“I may be willing to trade with him.”

“Calhara, this is a bad idea.  I must advise against it.” Andoran was adamant.  Atlantis set her book down, and leaned toward Andoran, she patted her cheek with his hand.

“You know I appreciate your concern, I depend on it.  You and I both know that we don’t agree in the matters of foreign politics.  I know you're an internalist, Andoran, and I appreciate that you aren’t afraid to give me your own truthful opinion.  But, I will not cease talks at this level.  I promise you though, as soon as he gives me a good reason to walk away, I will.” She insisted. 

“I don’t want you to get burned.”

“I’m a big girl.  These aren’t the first trade talks I’ve had.  Just try not to worry about it.”

“They bled the Partacians dry, and scavenged their carcasses, if I remember correctly.” Andoran reminded her.

“That was a long time ago.  Besides, the Empire needs to have the influences of other cultures.”

“Alien cultures?”Andoran was incredulous.

“They’re human, just like us. Not Alien.”Atlantis defended.

“But...”Andoran began to protest.

“No more, my friend.  Let’s say that though you and I may never agree on this, I will take what you have said seriously.  I will not proceed with undue consideration, alright?”

“Thank you, my Lady.” Andoran accepted that she’d closed the conversation, so he changed topics. “How have you been?” He asked.

“Just fine.”Atlantis replied, walking out to her patio.  Andoran followed.

“With Kale Farharad?” Andoran pushed, eager to know the truth.  Atlantis shrugged.

“To be honest we haven’t seen much of each other.  I will give him a chance, but if I need to, I’ll be looking for a way out.  I keep thinking that he and I are just too different.  Especially now.” She said, almost to herself. 

“Just send him home, Atlantis.  No one will think less of you.”

Atlantis shook her head. “I doubt that the council would be very pleased.”

“Perhaps not, but you have to remember that they will not be the ones sharing his bed.” Andoran pointed out.

“True.” Atlantis nodded, biting her lip.  They sat together in silence for a while, Andoran watched her closely, the way the wind blew through her hair, and how green her eyes were, even in the shadows.  He had just built up the nerve, to reach for her hand and speak and as if bidden by unwanted thoughts, Kale appeared.  Andoran stood out of habit, and gave a shallow bow.

“My Lord.” Andoran greeted him.

“Ah, Andoran isn’t it? I suppose I’m not surprised she kept you around.” Kale returned the greeting in a manner of speaking.

“That she did, my Lord.” Andoran tried to hide the cynicism in his stare, but Atlantis reprimanded him for it with a look. 

"Am I interrupting something?"Kale asked, his playful tone laced with suspicion.

"No, of course not." Atlantis stood, her eyes turned to Andoran. "Was there anything else?" She asked him, sounding awkward like she's been caught doing something wrong. Andoran took the hint.

 "I was just leaving." He said quickly bowing.

“Kale, how are you?” Atlantis asked, reaching for a shawl despite the warm weather.

“Well enough, considering that I haven’t been privy to your company in nearly a week.”

“I’ve been busy.” Atlantis excused herself defensively, her tone sharp.

“This may come as a surprise, but I don’t wish that every conversation I have with you end in an argument, but if they must, I insist that we be able to talk longer than a minute before we part ways in anger; or before you slap me.” Kale said, he was standing with one leg balanced on the bench near Atlantis, his eyes tracing the pattern in the marble at his feet.

Atlantis breathed out slowly. “I apologize, Kale.  You’re right.  I have been on the defensive.”

“Good, a fresh start then.” Kale smiled warmly. “You’ve been busy?”

“Just some work with treaties, and the usual business of the court.  I expect things should be slowing down in favour of holidays and parties though.” Atlantis conceded.

“Glad to know it.  Care for a stroll, the beach is looking inviting.” Kale offered his hand.  For a moment, Atlantis almost reached for it.

“Oh, I’d much rather stay here.  It’s so hot this time of day.” Atlantis declined, but at his look of disappointment, she patted her hand on the seat next to her.

“Fair enough.” Kale sat down beside her.  Atlantis studied him.  It was like a page out of history sitting before her as though she’d traveled back in time.  He was handsome, especially when he was relaxed, and he always exuded a certain charm that Atlantis found attractive, and it drew her to him.  Seeing her next to him pulled to her mind a million questions she wanted to ask him, they’d had a life together after all. 

“How is Eliantin and his family?” She asked.  Kale’s lips bent into a familiar grin as he began to relay stories of his favourite butler and family.  As one story blended into the next, Atlantis found herself remembering more and more, and she was able to ask questions quickly as they pushed themselves into her mind.  The response was similar for Kale, the more they talked about the past, the more things he remembered.  And, as if nothing had changed, stories of the more lighthearted times began to resurface, and the two began to laugh together.  Time passed, and Atlantis barely noticed the sun burning orange and hovering above the water before sinking beyond the horizon.  They ate a small supper together, and the talk continued.  This was the Kale that she remembered. A friend before lover.  

“You are as beautiful as you ever were.” Kale said after a moment of contented silence.  His voice was soft, and bathed in the lamp light of early evening, he reminded her of the Kale she’d knew so long ago. 

“I’m older.” Atlantis pointed out.

“Age hasn’t stolen your beauty, Atlantis.” Kale caught her gaze, Atlantis glanced away, embarrassed at the red flame touching her cheeks. “You aren’t much older.” 

“You are as I remember you, Kale.  Charming.”

“But, not handsome?” He teased, flashing her a full grin.  She smiled back at him. 

“Always handsome.”

“Why is it, Atlantis, that we are such a bad idea?  You and I?  We’ve had some good days together.  It could be that way again.” Kale was earnest. 

“We didn’t have the responsibilities we do now.  Really Kale, we wouldn’t just be joining each other, we’d be uniting two empires.”

“And what’s so wrong with that?”

“You should be asking why is that so difficult, more likely.” Atlantis replied.

“Is that’s what’s stopping you?  Atlantis...”Kale’s voice trailed off, he traced his fingers over her cheek. 

“Kale...”Atlantis breathed in protest.  She pressed her hand to his.  He inched closer to her. 

“Don’t you remember? This is what it was, Atlantis.  Despite the horrible ending, what we had when it was good, was good.” His voice was just above a whisper. “Start again, with me.”

“I don’t know.” Atlantis shook her head.  He reached for her, and this time pulled her into a kiss.  Atlantis resisted the urge to pull away, and let him kiss her.  She tried to let herself fall into the moment with him, but her world began to crumble around her.  She couldn’t feel anything, and it scared her.  He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes.

“Stop thinking so hard.  Just let yourself go.” Kale encouraged, brushing his fingers into her hair.

“Kale.” Atlantis pulled herself back. “I need time to think.”

“Alright.” Kale smiled congenially. “I can do that.  But don’t keep me waiting too long.  Goodnight, Atlantis.”

“Goodnight.” Atlantis echoed, she padded her way back into her chambers.  She didn’t need to watch him leave.  She felt nothing, absolutely nothing and it frightened her.  She expected she’d feel something, but peel away the anger and there was nothing.  Truth be told she wasn’t even sure if she was attracted to him, handsome as he was.  She stood in the growing  darkness, with a sense of dread expanding in her stomach.  It occurred to her, she would be married, and that was frightening in itself, failing to mention, she would marry a man that she felt nothing for and the empire would celebrate.  Tears filled her eyes, and she wiped at them furiously.  It was like her future was plotted out for her, and she couldn’t escape it. Who could she tell? Who would listen? The Empress of the Manarian empire was reduced to tears over the unfortunate state of her life.  No one would believe it.  Atlantis walked out into the garden.

Chapter 2 - Part B

The week was long.  Atlantis barely stepped out of the high court, as in times of great need.  She was busy and had nearly forgotten about Kale’s presence at the palace.  She trusted the council.  Of course she hadn’t made her own plea, she believed that they knew her feelings, understood them, and at the same time didn’t deserve an explanation or need her begging at their feet.  Leaving the decision in their hands was nerve wracking, but Atlantis knew overall, it was only a recommendation, she would have the privilege of a final decision with their approval, and without she may need some help reassuring her people. 

“Atlantis, the council has submitted their recommendation.”

“Did they?”  Atlantis asked, staring up from the stack of paperwork on her desk. “That was fast.”

 “Do you want to hear it?” Marria asked.  Atlantis folded her hands over her paperwork and nodded. “The council has voted to forgive any further reparations by the Lorandon Accord, stating that trade should be re-opened and ruled by both sides.”

“Fair enough.” Atlantis answered, hoping that was it, but Marria continued.

“They heard King Farharad speak, and have granted him the permission he requests to pursue a relationship with you, as long as you are a willing party.  They do, however, send a note to you privately.  They encourage you to take the opportunity presented, as the people of the Empire have begun to become restless in their hopes that an heir will be produced to rule in your stead, when that time should present itself.” Marria finished.  She watched Atlantis, who had stood up and already begun to pace.

“So, they sided completely with him.” She threw her hands up.

“I wouldn’t say completely, they did give you the benefit of making your own choice.”

“With a strong recommendation toward what they want.”

“Well, if you think about it, that’s only fair.  You hired them to express their opinions.  You’ve always told them that if they disagree with you, they are to speak their mind.” Marria reminded her.

“Oh, I know.  I guess I just assumed it would never happen.” Atlantis grumbled.

“You know that they don’t all know the circumstances behind what happened between you and Kale.  They are just relieved that perhaps you might be happy with someone soon.”

 “I suppose.” Atlantis chewed on her lip a moment. “What am I supposed to do?”

“Well, Kale has asked you to dinner nearly every night this week.  Why not do something totally unexpected, and accept for a change?” Marria encouraged.

“I don’t want to have dinner with him.”

“But, wouldn’t it be a fair argument before the council if you give things a try? If you try, and it doesn’t work, then you can end your relationship with him, and he has to leave.  If you enjoy yourself, maybe you’ll find some happiness after all.  Don’t ignore that chance, Atlantis.” Marria concluded.

“I suppose I could...”Atlantis said half heartedly.

“I’ll tell the porter.”

“Alright, but Marria...”

“Yes?”

“This is only dinner.”

“I know.  Only dinner.” She repeated, unable to hide the look of approval that danced in her eyes.

As the dinner hour approached Atlantis changed her gown.  She pulled her hair out of her face, and had it pinned up and back, held in place by a diamond and pearl barrette.  The burgundy gown she chose was edged with silver, small cap sleeves and the floor length breezy skirt moved easily around her legs.  Slipping her feet into silver sandals she regarded her transformation in the mirror.  Normally an image of striking authority, she was uncomfortable when the face of a girl stared back at her. She fussed with her hair a moment longer, concerned that she would come across too stuffy.  Along with several accolades from excited servants, and a great deal of talking from Marria about topics that she should avoid, Atlantis was finally ready to go.  She walked slowly into the garden, toward the south side.  It was a small patio that looked out over the sea, and Atlantis knew why Kale picked it.  They would be able to watch the sun set.

She could see Kale in the distance, awash in the growing tide of memories.  A smug grin, indicative of his recent victory with the council was pasted onto his bronzed features.  He was wearing tight, black pants, tucked into large, shiny boots.  His crisp, white, oversized shirt clasped neatly at the cuffs was open nearly half way down his chest.  He reminded Atlantis of something from a romance tale, and she wondered if she appreciated the look or if it just made her uncomfortable.  Too many expectations for one dinner.  He rose to meet her as she approached.  She felt her stomach tighten anxiously.  She could never guess what he was thinking, an aspect that she’d once found exciting, now sent a sharp chill through her blood.  She studied him in the sinking sunlight of the evening, and it struck her that the certain boyish charm Kale effortlessly exuded at nineteen had been sharpened away by the weathering years of manhood and experience.  Atlantis extended her hand, and Kale bowed gallantly, scooping her palm into his own.  He pressed his lips to her hand, and lingered there too long.

“Good evening, my Lady.”

“My Lord.” Atlantis allowed herself to be ushered into a waiting chair.  A beautiful meal, reflecting the present summer season had been laid out with great care.

“May I offer you a drink?”

“Thank you, my Lord.”

“May I call you Atlantis?” The question was quick, as he held the glass out for her.  It was just beyond her reach, and he held her gaze.

“I suppose you may as well.” Atlantis agreed, accepting the drink.

“Ah, so you’re not going to make this easy for me.” Kale accepted the challenge with a grin.  “The council accepted my proposal.” He offered, as if it was supposed to encourage her.

“So I hear.  They are a politically minded group, I can see the advantages from their point of view.” Atlantis chimed.

            “Then this is only political?”

            “You know it is.”

            “I hoped you will come to see things differently.”

            “Perhaps you hope too much.” Atlantis replied evenly. 

            “I was nineteen years old, Atlantis.  A child, really.  You’re going to hold that against me?” Kale chided.

            “I don’t exactly trust you.” Atlantis stood; she turned from him to face the crashing surf.  The wind picked up, and blew tendrils of her hair loose. 

            “You and I were victims of unexpected circumstances, Atlantis, but it’s been eight years.  It’s time you grew up, my Dear.  Let this go, live up to your responsibilities as Empress.” Kale’s words weren’t sharp, but she could hear the tension in his tone.

            “I don’t think that you can expect much more, but for me to treat yours as I would an offer from any dignitary.  When I gave you that ring back, I let go of you forever.  You can’t really think that you were going to arrive here, and find me in the love sick state I was the last day I laid eyes on you.”

            “Then why accept an invitation to dinner?”

            “Wasn’t it you who plead to fears of the council, going on and on about the duty I was required to perform on behalf of my people?  So, here I am.  Why don’t we make an agreement? We’ll have a state wedding, a government sanctioned union complete with a wedding gift of treaties.” Atlantis, turned to stare at him over her shoulder.  She could tell she was hitting her mark.  Kale’s spine was rigid, as he was trying to maintain his temper. 

            “That isn’t what I’m after.” Kale protested. “I already had one paper marriage, I don’t want to do it again.”

            “How can I be sure?” Atlantis pushed.

            “It can’t be possible that you feel nothing for me.” Kale insisted. “I didn’t want what happened to happen either, and you can’t blame me forever.”

            “I don’t blame you, Kale.”

            “You’ve forgotten what we had.  I guarantee Atlantis, I’ll win you over.  It won’t be me begging to get married, but you.” With that he kissed her, hard, trapping her against the railing.  She slapped him and with a cry of pain he released her. Her emotions clashed in her.  She hated that she was still angry at him, that he still had that over her. What surprised her was the small pang she’d felt when he’d held her.  She walked quickly into the garden, trying to ignore the string of protests raining down from his lips.  Momentarily she wondered why things with him seemed so impassable, but she knew the truth of it.  Moving on with her life had taken a long time, and now that she was finally settled with herself, he was back just to disrupt things.  Angry, frustrated tears gathered in Atlantis’ eyes, as she stormed into the garden.  She would need to walk a long way before she felt like going back to her rooms, she needed to refocus, and cool down.  The garden was the only place for her; it wrapped her in its warm, unassuming arms, as she disappeared on the paths.

   

Nicolai felt ridiculous.  He could find his way around a sixteen planet empire blindfolded, but reading the directions to his new apartments tucked away in Malbrandor palace was an entirely different story.  He’d been walking forty-five minutes since he asked the last person he’d seen, and at least thirty before that.  He supposed that palaces were busy places, and why would they have time to escort you through their lavish corridors to your rooms being so busy with said important happenings, but Nicolai wondered how many guests were lost, still, continually wandering the gardens.  He figured he must be going in circles, as he was sure he’d passed the same fountain twice in the last twenty-eight minutes.  He was so sure of the time because he’d glanced at his watch the first time by, and now, dishearteningly, he was here again, at the fountain.  It was circular, and several paths jetted off in different directions.  Nicolai counted at least twelve.  One had to lead to his apartments, but also, knowing the rumored size of the Malbrandor gardens, he could easily be wandering the rest of the evening.  It was beginning to get dark, and that would make things even more confusing, not to mention the fact that he’d been hungry twenty-eight minutes ago, and now the prospect of finding something to eat was growing dimmer.  He would never want to leave his room once he finally found it.  He resisted the urge to place a call to Kuri, who would undoubtedly be slightly annoyed at the interruption on the first night of her shore leave, who would likely spread the story to the crew, and they would all have a good laugh about it for months afterward.  He paused at the fountain.  His only other option was to find a door into the palace, and so far that plan hadn’t worked either.  Not to mention, He wasn’t too crazy about the idea of stumbling into some Lady’s private chamber and being arrested.  He just wanted to spend the night in his assigned room, not jail.  He breathed out a long sigh, and stared at his pack.  He wondered if he thought to pack provisions.  Likely not, he was staying at Malbrandor palace, not the back woods of Elphiram.

Just as he decided he would again walk to the front gates, and speak to the snobbish short man behind the counter responsible for directing all foot traffic in and around the parts of the palace open to the public, and after again asking for directions and giving him a piece of his mind, a young woman entered the small circular court, in the middle of which stood the fountain.  She looked to be around his age, possibly younger, she was clutching her arms together, her face bent toward the ground, not bothering to wipe the tears that streaked her cheeks.  Now, Nicolai felt more than just ridiculous, it was an uncomfortable mixture of ridiculous and awkward.  He felt compelled to help, but wasn’t sure if she’d seen him.  She paced a few steps back and forth before throwing her hands up at the sky, and slapping them back down again. She threw herself onto the marble seat made from the wide edge of the fountain, and again began to cry.  Nicolai cleared his throat.  The girl froze, only momentarily before jumping to her feet.

“Who are you?” She demanded, tugging at her long burgundy skirt.

“I’m sorry, Miss.” Nicolai bumbled, standing to his feet.  He held his hands up in a gesture of surrender, in hopes she would calm down. “My name is Nicolai Ryder.”

“What business do you have sneaking around the gardens at this hour, Mr. Ryder?” The girl’s face was flushed and her wide green eyes sparked, her defenses were up.

“Forgive me, Miss.  I’m lost...” Nicolai tried to explain.  He wanted to stay calm to keep from alarming this girl and having a pile of guards fighting over who got to arrest him.  Not to mention, it wasn’t every day he got to speak face to face with a beautiful woman.  Confusion floated over her pretty features.

“Lost?” She repeated, unsure if she’d heard him.

“I’m supposed to be a guest of the Empress while my crew is here in Dalik Noir.” Nicolai admitted.  He saw something flash in her eyes, perhaps recognition, but he couldn’t be sure.  She didn’t speak as if she recalled anything about him. “I should apologize for intruding on your...moment.” Nicolai finished weakly. 

“No apology necessary.” The girl attempted a smiled at him. “Your crew, you say?”

“I’m Captain of the Nikao, a transport ship.  We’ve just brought in workers to finish the new embassy.” Nicolai explained.

“Oh, you are Captain Ryder.  Forgive me, Sir.  I thought I recognized your name, but I couldn’t place you.  Yes, I know that you are my guest, I mean, the guest of the Empress.  Allow me to show you to your rooms.” The girl offered graciously.  With a warm smile, she held out her arm, welcoming Nicolai to join her.  He turned with her, as she started down the one path Nicolai knew he would never have taken in a million years.  The girl was chatting. “The porter must be looking everywhere for you.  He’ll be embarrassed that he wasn’t able to help you today.” The girl said. “He takes his job very seriously.”

“That’s good to hear, I don’t expect that it would be good form to have guests wandering all over the palace.” Nicolai agreed.

“Not at all.” The girl wound her steps over an intricate pattern of pathways and past several different fountains.

“You were crying earlier.” He said after a long while.

“I apologize if I made you uncomfortable.” Atlantis blushed.

“No, but I was wondering if there was something I could do to help.  I’m not very good at drying girl’s tears, I’m usually the cause, but...”

“You’re usually the cause?” Atlantis repeated “Why do you say that?”

“Oh, I’ve made plenty of girls cry in my time.  I never start out with that intention, but, It usually turns out that way.” Nicolai admitted.

“I don’t believe you.” Atlantis said, a surprised laugh climbed her throat.

“Oh, it’s true.  Just ask Balera Oretin from Galasis.  She was seventeen, beautiful, young...she told her father that I wanted to marry her.  I of course objected, we’d only met one time, and though I was more than flattered, I was much too old for her.  She didn’t seem to appreciate that sentiment very much, and I made her cry.  But, in her vindication, she did manage to hit me with a very large vase as I was being chased from her Father’s house.  It was only a few stitches.” Nicolai told the story easily, and his generous smile made his guide laugh.

“You make me laugh, Captain.  The men in my life don’t make me laugh.”

“I’m sorry to hear of their loss.” Nicolai said, warmly. “You have a beautiful laugh.”

“Such flattery, Captain.”

“Well, I would rather see your smile then your tears.”

“Thank you.”

“I appreciate your help, Miss?” Nicolai asked, as she finally pointed him to a patio across a small wooden bridge.  The girl paused, before she answered.

“Laina.  Laina Bayl.” She said, decidedly.

“I’m very glad I met you, Lady Bayl.” Nicolai smiled, and waved as he walked up the stairs to what she insisted was his room. I hope to meet you again soon.

Taking the three short steps onto her own patio, Atlantis returned to her rooms through the glass door.  Opening it wide, to let the cool of the night air in, she removed her sandals and padded through her living area.  She could hear a clatter coming from her bedroom, and moved toward it.

“Marria?” She called.

“Oh, Atlantis.  You’re back.” Her friend’s voice echoed from the depths of Atlantis’ closet.  She emerged a few seconds later carrying a stack of old jewelry boxes. “How did it go?” She asked, her voice beaming from behind them.

“Well, if you mean with Kale, then, not well.” Atlantis reached for a few of the top boxes, and carried them into the living room.  Immediately Marria began searching through them.  Atlantis only watched, relaxing on a nearby couch.

“Not well?” Marria questioned.

“It seems that we’re both stuck in the past, only that we’re dwelling on different points in history.  He seemed to think that I would just fall into his arms again, or at least I would drop all pretences after the council gave their approval.  I made it very clear that I intended no such thing though I don’t think my attitude discouraged him in any way.  I tried to make my own feelings clear when I slapped him, but I don’t think he heard that either.” Atlantis moaned.

“You slapped him?” Marria asked, her eyebrows raised.

“Part of me wants to say he was asking for it.”

“And the other part?”

“Well, it felt good.” Atlantis admitted dryly. 

“I was afraid you were going to say that.” Marria returned, as she continued to search through the boxes. “Though, after all you two have been through together, a slap was the least of what he could expect.”

“It will take time.  I know I’m over what happened, I just have to get over it again, every time I see him.” Atlantis picked up a small diamond necklace from one of the open boxes.

“What are you doing?” She finally asked her friend.

“One of the silversmiths has asked for the BelArc.  He wishes to make a replica of the necklace for display at the museum.”

“The diamond collar that belonged to my Mother?”

“Yes, that one.” Marria nodded as Atlantis joined the search.  It was apparent that Marria had spent a lot of time unloading boxes from the large, walk in safe tucked at the back of Atlantis’ closet. 

“I found Nicolai Ryder wandering in the garden.”

“Who?”

“You know, Captain Ryder, captain of the Nikao?”Atlantis tried to jog Marria’s memory.

“Oh, I’ve heard of him.  He was in the garden?”

“He was lost.  He scared me half out of my wits.”

“I’ll mention it to the porter.”

“Would you? We really shouldn’t be letting people wander all around the gardens.”

Atlantis mused, opening another of several boxes. 

            “Was the Captain surprised to run into the Empress?” Marria asked with a smile, waiting for her friend to finish the joke.

            “No.”

            “No?”

            “I didn’t tell him it was me.”

            “Atlantis Talerian.” Marria shook her head disapprovingly.

           “He was already embarrassed enough.  I didn’t want to make it worse for him.” Atlantis shrugged.  “Besides, when I meet people out of the high court sometimes and they don’t know it’s me, they treat me like a person, not an Empress.  I like that.”

            “I suppose I can understand that.  Was he nice?”

            “He was very respectful even though he didn’t know who I was.  He listened to me, and he made me feel comfortable.” Atlantis replied, remembering the Captain’s words.

            “Will you meet him again?”

            “I don’t expect so.” Atlantis replied, and it saddened her just slightly.