Under a moonlit night within the Near Eastern nation of
Radz-at-Han, the people and servants of the Higuri Regalia slumbered. All save for one, however. As the silvery light of Menphina illuminated
the halls leading to the Mythrite Sultan’s bed chambers, a lone Lalafellin
figure stood vigil. Dressed in
silvery-white, she felt the light of the Lover kiss her skin and golden
hair. She opened her eyes to gaze upon
the star, revealing limpid aqua-blue orbs.
She greeted the moon with a grin, enjoying the silent
scenery of the starlit sky. Veeveena was
her name, and though she is an Advisor to the Mythrite Sultan, she was his most
loyal. While most would be asleep at
this hour, she ensured her lord’s safety by standing watch in case of unlikely
The silence would be broken a few ticks later, when
footsteps were heard from the halls. She
turned her gaze to the source of the noise, waiting for the silhouette to be
revealed before the moonlight. “This
otherwise dull night was going to become interesting,” she thought, and her
hand slowly trailed down to part the folds of her dress, revealing a pair of
bladed fans. Without hesitation, she
took one of them up, unfolded it to brandish the blades, and threw it into the
The steel glimmered in the moonlight, and as it struck the
shadows… nothing happened. No sound of a
body hitting the floor. Perhaps an
apparition of sorts? The only sound that
followed was that of a voice as softer as voile silk.
“Very good, Veeveena.
You are truly deserving of the epithet ‘the Visceral’.”
She gasped as the individual drew closer, revealing an
ethereal beauty of a Lalafell woman wearing a Near Eastern dress of mythril
blue and silver, with a veil to match.
Her eyes were snow white, with hair of similar color that stopped past
her upper back. She grinned at Veeveena
as she flashed the fan she threw, tossing it back her way.
“Valide Sultan…!” Veeveena
gasped as she instinctively caught the weapon.
“My deepest apologies –“
“Now, now, Veeveena,” she interjected, “there is no need to
apologize. You were in the right to
respond in such a way. But I did not
come all this way to spar. I wanted to
speak to you as a beloved friend and confidant.
So please, you need not address me as ‘Valide’, ‘Queen Mother’, or
anything of the sort. Tonight, I am
speaking to you as Mimizo.”
Veeveena nodded in response, accompanying the Valide Sultan
as they made their way out of the Main Branch Headquarters. Mimizo’s strides were dignified and graceful,
and her hands were folded at the center, giving off an air of regality and
refinement. Veeveena mirrored this as
they enjoyed their tranquil stroll through the moonlit halls of the Main
“It is awfully late, Lady Mimizo,” Veeveena stated.
“Which is what makes this the most opportune time to speak
with you,” Mimizo replied. “Veeveena, I
have watched the Regalia blossom into the prosperous empire that it is now, and
I could not be any more proud of my dearest son for his efforts – as well as
the efforts of the Angels who have served him unquestioningly. My beloved husband also expresses his praise,
and was all the more elated to help contribute with the birth of the Mythril
She paused as they exited the massive estate and arrived in
the courtyard entrance. She took this
moment to collect herself, for what she would say next would not be easy.
“Is aught amiss, Mimizo?” asked Veeveena. The Valide Sultan shook her head.
“It is concerning my dearest Thiji,” she answered. “He has grown into a fine young man, full of
ambition and genius. But if there is one
thing I cannot suffer overlong – especially
as a Mother – is watching my dearest son live out a loveless, lonely
existence. While I cherish each and
every one of the sons and daughters of the Higuri – all of whom have only made
this world more beautiful through their arrival – Thiji is my pride and
joy. Of all present, he has fulfilled
much, and has sacrificed far more to get to where he is now.”
“I agree wholly, my lady,” Veeveena replied as she gazed up
into the moon. “Seeing the Regalia
succeed is such a grand sight to behold all its own.”
“Which is why,” Mimizo began, “I have decided to play a more
active role in this dilemma.”
The Valide Sultan turned towards Veeveena to face her.
“My son has lived for twenty-seven winters now, and he has
had little to no luck in finding his Sultana, as he loves to put it.”
“We are all aware, my lady,” Veeveena replied. “Not a turn of the sun goes by where I do not
think of how we may alleviate this.
While it is of the highest of privileges to directly serve the Mythrite
Sultan, I still feel inadequate that I cannot bring him true happiness. The Regalia has everything for which it could
ever wish… save for a Sultana for my Lord Thiji. And he has been doing quite well for so long,
but I truly feel that having someone by his side would be the greatest morale
boost for everyone under the wings of the Regalia. Which, in turn, makes me wonder if the Angels
were created because of this…”
“Are you implying the Angels would be without purpose
serving him and his intended?” Mimizo
“Of course not! But…
it just feels right aiding him as he is now,” Veeveena answered.
“Even still, my son will not be living this lovelorn life
while I am around,” Mimizo explained. “It
is selfish, but as a Mother, I want what is best for my young, and for my
family. Finding the right woman for Thiji is imperative to fulfilling this. She must be strong; she must be
graceful. Delicate and refined, but also
deadly and willful. She must protect my
son just as competently as he would protect her. But above all those traits… she must also be fecund.”
Veeveena reflected upon those words. There was truth behind them all, but it made
her wonder just who in this great world of Hydaelyn would be capable of meeting
such criteria. After another long pause,
Mimizo approached Veeveena with an honest smile, lifting her chin so that she
was eye level.
“Should my dearest son reach his thirtieth Nameday and
still be single… I would ask of you to take his hand.”
Veeveena’s heart skipped a beat. A gasp parted her lips as she slowly backed
away from the Valide Sultan. To embrace
the Sultan she so fervently serves in an intimate manner… she would feel no
greater euphoria than this. She shook
her head and regained her composure, pondering over the ultimatum.
“Lady Mimizo,” she began, “with all due respect, Lord Thiji
strictly forbids himself from courting his own Angels. We were established primarily as his
auxiliary force – never as a harem.”
“And I understand and respect that in the highest regard,”
Mimizo immediately replied. “However, I
can think of none more suitable for this than you, Veeveena. You are a delicate flower, born and raised in
Thavnair; your skills are many and your prowess is deadly; you spend the most
time with my son whenever he is home, and defend him with unwavering loyalty;
you command the respect of all your fellow Angels, and they would surely
rejoice at the thought of you taking my son’s hand. Furthermore, your youthful beauty accentuates
your fertility; you would produce many strong and extravagant heirs for the
“Lady Mimizo…” Veeveena said in a hushed breath. “This would mean standing down from not only
my service as an Angel, but as an Advisor.
There must be someone to take my place should this come to pass!”
“Some of our Near Eastern-born Angels would be interested,
I am sure,” Mimizo stated. “But yes, you
would indeed have to step down from your status, but you would then be elevated
to something greater. While I do
apologize for placing such a burden on you –“
“No, Lady Mimizo,” Veeveena interrupted. “There would be no greater honor than to
serve my Sultan… as his Sultana. And
perhaps this will spark his imagination into even higher heights of fashion!”
“That’s the Near Eastern flower I know and mentored!”
Mimizo giggled. “Thank you for
considering this, my old friend. But
until that time comes, I ask that you continue to care and protect my dearest
son as you have.”
Veeveena bowed her head with a smile. The Valide Sultan would return a grin of her
own, but it would quickly dissipate after a moment’s silence. She looked around the courtyard for a moment
and had just recalled that it was night time, and certain nocturnal creatures
are active during such hours.
“Nyra!” Mimizo sternly called. As if on cue, the beating of wings was
heard. Veeveena turned and saw the
shadow of an owl making its way towards them from above. It would circle the courtyard twice before
landing in Mimizo’s arms. A snow owl
with pristine white down and the symbol of Nald’thal etched upon its breast
greeted her with a coo. “No matter what
happens, no matter what my son says to you: do not disclose this to him.
Nyra immediately bowed in response. Mimizo grinned once more and kissed the owl
on the crown of the head before raising her arm upwards, sending off the
owl. With that conversation thus
settled, Mimizo had returned inside to reunite with her husband lest he worries
overmuch about her disappearance. As for
Veeveena, she returned to the chambers of the Mythrite Sultan. Cracking open the double doors, she saw him
in peaceful slumber. Veeveena placed a
hand to her heart, hanging her head as she did.
“My Sultan…” she whispered to herself, “I pray that three
winters from now… you’ll accept me as yours.
Until then, I will ever be by your side… as an Angel. Your Angel. May your dreams be filled with bliss, my lord.”