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With no means of replying to him, we had to decide whether teasing or not to heed the letter. Ultimately, the phrase “a horde of nearly one-hundred-thousand” got Father’s attention. We had used Yavara as a tool, thinking her easily disposable. I was to ensure that the sentiment didn’t become mutual. We rounded the bend, and there, at the mouth of the Alkandran Bay, was the city of beasts. I was impressed. Not by the city itself, for the castle and towers were rather short by my standards, and the single urban softcore strip that made up its downtown would count for any one of a thousand streets in Ardeni. No, it was the speed of construction that had impressed me. I’d voyaged this bend not three months ago, and there had been nothing at the mouth of the bay but ruins. If my understanding of the timeline was correct, the castle had been built within a month, and everything thereafter had been built within a fortnight. It was industry on a mass scale, a full nation mobilized for a singular purpose. And it was a nation now, there was no doubt about it. After a thousand years of back and forth between the Highlands and the Lowlands, the Midlands had finally been claimed, and it was the Midlanders themselves who had claimed it. The ruby gem on my mirror lit up, indicating that I had a call. I directed the navigator to sail us back to sea. Nautical mirror communication was dependent on how many ships were between the caller and the receiver. Every erotic ship had a mirror on striptease its masthead, and so a relay could be formed from ship to ship. In high-traffic areas like along the Lowland coast, all one had to do was sail out into the girls open water, and without the coastline obstructing the view, a chain would be formed to the port of Ardeni Dreus. I’d rounded the Alkandran Horn ten days ago, and so communication had been impossible with a mountain range between Ardeni and me. If our flotilla hadn’t been slowed by the unwieldy trade barges, the whole process would’ve taken a quarter of the time, but alas, money took priority over politics. The blue gem on my mirror illuminated, and I palmed the glass. A spindly man came into focus, a bored expression on his face as he methodically tapped the mirror. “Brannon, to what do I owe the pleasure?” I asked. The man practically leapt out of his chair when he heard my voice. He collected himself, and dawned his usually scowl. “Prince Mathew, we have been trying to contact you for ten days.” “And I rounded the Alkandran Horn exactly ten days ago. Did Father have you tapping that glass day and night?” “We’ve been working in shifts.” He sneered, then left without a word. A minute later, King Albert Dreus’s visage came into focus. “Father,” I said, “I am about to make contact. Why did you call?” “There’s been a development.” He said, his face grave, “Ambassador Wentz is dead.” I paused. “Should I… turn the ship around then?” “It wasn’t one of Zander’s agents who did it. Lord Ternias got sloppy and exposed Wentz, and Leveria disposed of him. There’s no action we can take here; we got caught with our hand in the cookie jar.” “And Ambassador Straltaira? Is she dead?” “No.” He's smiling, but then he notices my confused face. Both said, yes. There were several attractive widows at the weekly dance and only a hand full of single men. “Look, if you don’t have the money I’m going to have to call the Police.” Ruth barked at them again. The experience wasn’t painful, more like was stretching out of her body. The door swung open and Jude nearly jumped up. I tell Kitty that we will take the deal. Sandra was on the verge of tears as she heard the pleasure in her mom's screams and moans. 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