Jin Anika knew her charms and talents just as well as she knew how to use them to her advantage. When he first saw her, she smiled rather wickedly as she surrounded herself with countless of n, from all walks of life, on her birthday.
Kasser did not an to be part of those n that had flocked towards her. At first glance, she had not seed suitable enough for a life in the desert, and Kasser quickly deed it to be a futile attempt. However, she had approached Kasser herself and had struck a queer deal with him, including a rather strange suggestion.
“Help maintain a formal marriage for three years,” she told him, “And in three years, you shall have your successor.” she finished, and Kasser humd in thought.
“Why ?” he asked her, and she just gave him another mischievous smirk.
“I don’t think you are interested in ,” she said, “It’ll make the three years of marriage a lot easier.”
“Why do you need a fake marriage?” He insisted
“I’ll tell you when the deal is done without any trouble,” she told him.
“And what will you do after the baby is born?”
“I’ll tell you that later too.” she said, “It’s not a bad offer, don’t you think my King?” she purred at him, “After all, you need an heir sooner or later.”
And with that, he struck the deal, and all Anika needed to do was to bear him his heir, for only she, her kind, can give birth to a child that will inherit his abilities.
Ever since before, the four kings have always dealt with the struggle of succession. There ca a ti when the kingdom was put in jeopardy with the lack of successors to the throne. Fortunately, it was abated when Kasser’s father had him; but even then, he was already in his fifties.
The kingdom of Hashi was the farthest from the Holy city where Jin Anika ca from. To reach it, one must cross a perilous mountain range, which ant only a few people would ever take such roads. Which ultimately resulted in less diverse people, and cultural exchanges, and lesser new blood to the current population.
Due to its isolation, the Hashi Kingdom’s culture had beco frugal. Despite it being a luxurious and splendid aristocratic in nature, its culture remained undeveloped. It beca a desolate periphery for the aristocrats residing in the castle who only lived for the joy of pleasure.
The ultimate goal the king needs is a successor. And for that goal, that dream to beco a reality, he must take Anika to bed. Anika, descending from the Holy city, led a rather affluent lifestyle, and it was common knowledge that people of her kind refrain from traveling to the distant desert kingdom.
As what nature demands, Kasser would get older, and it was only a matter of ti until things would be too late. He was already exhausted at the thought of searching far and wide for a way to produce an heir. It’s like his father all over again…
So back then, he figured it was a good deal. However, as ti went on, he was beginning to have doubts about whether or not he was dealt with an easy solution, or was tricked.
Before, at the start of their marriage, his mind was filled with thoughts on whether or not she was going to keep her promise, her end of the deal. But now, considering Anika’s corrupt nature, he was filled with a different kind of concern…
Would the child that would grow inside her be fit as my successor?
Whenever anyone would ask if he had any problems, he would always remain vague. As if it was an automatic response to deny any form of help at all…But for years, he always had a gut feeling sothing was not right, but still, he chose to ignore it.
It’s been three years.
Spinning on his heels, he made an about-turn and began pacing once again.
Three years since they’ve entered an agreent. Three years since they’ve promised to each other. Sooner or later, he will find out what it is Anika planned to get out of with such a strange proposal to him. And whether or not she really will uphold her end of the deal. But to do that, he must make up his own mind, too.
The late afternoon eting lasted longer than he thought. There were barely any breaks at all.
It was a chaotic eting in summary. Although he had called for the eting, it was not a formal eting in actuality, and therefore there was no actual arrangent followed. There were too many participants this ti, so many it was enough to fill up the entire conference room, which was by no ans small. It consisted of not only the high ranking officials but also of those from the working-level officials, who’ve yet to climb up the social ladder and improve their status.
Anyone who was anyone was also speaking; sotis so would do so out of turn. They’d give out opinions without respect or remorse to the chairman, to the king. This type of eting was certainly unique only to the Hashi Kingdom, seeing as social status should not be barriers in their culture.
Despite their declining culture, the Kingdom of Hashi was tightly knitted. They were more united than that of any other kingdom. Their isolation in terms of geography and environnt, had played a huge part in this—sort of like a quasi-state. Their belief was strongly rooted in the saying: we can survive only when we unite.
Those were the words that cented their unity.
The eting lasted till morning. Twice a year, this eting would be held, always after the dry season would end. This was in preparation to pave way for thorough planning of activities that would be held in the next couple of months.
“It seems to , there are still so creases yet to be smoothed out.” he said, “Let’s adjourn the eting for now.”
And with that, the king had brought the eting to a close.
For the people who stayed up late till morning, they all looked pale. Soon people trickled out of the room peacefully. Too tired to put up such a fuss.
It was only until everyone finally left the conference room, did Kasser plopped back on his chair and glanced over the scattered records left behind in the room. Flipping until the last page, Kasser let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose, before pressing his fingers to his temple…
He crossed the desert for nearly a month. And as soon as he cos ho, he is t with a eting that lasts until morning. He sighs, although his endurance was clearly different from that of his subordinates, he was still only human, he was still capable of being exhausted, and feel drained from those events alone.
The general soon approached him, with so servants in tow.
“Your Grace, I had your bath ready.” they bowed respectfully.
“Alright.” He answered them as he finally rose to his feet.
“Would the king like to eat first?” the general asked him, and Kasser paused, mulling over his choices and his own body…
I need sleep more than rice. Kasser thought to himself.
“Is the queen eating now?” He asked them instead, averting the question…
Yesterday, when he left the queen’s bedroom, he had ordered her to eat, but he’s yet to know whether or not she took it to heart and actually ate so sustenance for her body…
The general couldn’t answer him right away, her eyes widened in montarily. She was taken aback. The king never asked about the queen before, not even once. Not even to follow up on the queen’s condition. Ever since they both married, she’s had a feeling they were only ever invested in the beginning of the marriage, a honeymoon phase. After that, the king left the queen alone to her own devices.
“I beg your pardon, Your Highness.” she bowed in forgiveness, “I’ll check on the queen.”
Fortunately for him, Kasser had not blad the shock the general was experiencing. His request ca out of the blue, and was out of character, even for him.
However, it seed to him, that even the courtiers have noticed just how dry the relationship between the king and his wife actually was.
Despite having stepped down from her post, Marianne still took it upon herself to instill the discipline she had helped mold onto the king. Even to this day, her influence remains strong. So out of respect, despite the many things the courtiers wanted to say, they held their tongue as it would be rude, especially when it cos to the relationship of the king and queen.
Although the credit also partially goes to the queen’s excellent acting. Always appearing quite coquettish towards her husband, even under scrutiny in the public eye, helped convince the people their relationship was fine.
For a while, Kasser had hesitated.
It is ti to talk to her.
He finally made up his mind and turned to the general.
“I’ll have lunch with Jin.”
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