Page 199 of The White King's Favorite

“I will! I can grab what I need at my auntie’s place, and climb on the roof of her house. It’s not raining too much, so you should be able to see the fire from very far!”

“Find a place to stay hidden as soon as you’re done, Nana,” said Tessandra. “Alright? We won’t be able to save you if something happens, so make sure no one notices you.”

“What? But I want to be useful! I even put on these heavy protections! I should be able to help like Lady Bastat!”

“You’re no fighter, Nana, you know that!”

“J-just make sure you s-stay out of harm’s way,” said Cessilia. “S-stay with your family, but we will fetch you when we c-can.”

Naptunie nodded, but she didn’t seem too happy about this. Cessilia could understand. Although she didn’t have any fighting abilities other than her knowledge, this was about saving her older brother’s life. Plus, Naptunie had been brave enough to stay by their side all this time, and had grown a lot in the process too.

“Nana, you need to t-talk to the Dorosef Tribe for us,” Cessilia added. “They are the b-biggest tribe of all, if you c-can get them to help us out, p-perhaps we can spare many lives during the upcoming fight.”

Naptunie’s eyes lit up again, and she immediately nodded, clearly very happy.

“I will!”

“Good, because this is where we split,” announced Aglithia, who had just stepped out of the tunnel first, into the Cheshi residence.

She extended her hand to help Tessandra and then Naptunie climb up, and turned around, showing Naptunie a corridor.

“If you continue this way and get to the blue door with a white marking on it, two of the triplets should be ready inside. They will show you how to take the tunnel, and accompany you too; once you’re inside that tunnel, you’ll find stairs that go up and lead into a sea-level cave. It’s a smaller tunnel, but luckily, so are you! As soon as you get out of the cave, you’ll find man-made stairs to climb up, which leads to one side of the port. It’s invisible to most people, but you’ll end up right behind the docks! You can ask one of them to come to us once you’re safe or if you need to message us.”

“I’ll be fine!” exclaimed Naptunie, still visibly upset about being sent away from the fight. “...Cessi, Tessa, you make sure to save my brother, and the others, please? And stay safe!”

“We will, Nana, don’t worry.”

To her surprise, both of the cousins suddenly grabbed Naptunie to hug her, making some noise with their armor. Still, Naptunie smiled, prouder than ever.

“I’ll do my best!” she exclaimed, surprisingly clenching her fists just like Darsan before.

Then, she turned around and ran. Tessandra chuckled.

“You know... It didn’t hit me until now, but maybe she would be a good pair with that meathead Darsan, after all.”

“Of c-course she would,” smiled Cessilia, before turning to Aglithia.

“Let’s go.”

Aglithia nodded and guided them, once again, through the Cheshi residence. It was a very brief walk, just two corridors away. They arrived in a large open space, an indoor garden filled with people. As soon as they entered, everyone present, men and women, put a knee down in one spectacularly synchronized motion.

“The Cheshi Clan greets the White King! We greet the Imperial Dragon Princesses!”

Tessandra grimaced, very uneasy about the title referring to her as well. Meanwhile, Cessilia nodded, and Ashen turned to Aglithia.

“That’s everyone?”

“Half of them,” she said. “The others are already going to the south to help out Prince Kassian and Lady Bastat, and another group is currently watching the area around the Central Plaza. Even those here will know to split up in several directions to take control of all the streets.”

“It won’t be an easy fight.”

To their surprise, Aglithia’s father appeared behind them, wearing full battle gear as well. His outfit was surprisingly similar to those of his men, who wore very simple dark garbs, with reinforced leather protections and pieces of armor. Some wore colored chevrons, probably sub-leaders meant to lead their groups. Aglithia’s father only wore more dark steel, and large shoulder protections that made him look taller, especially with those two swords at his flanks. The man glanced at Ashen, his eyes going up and down on his figure, and very faintly, he bowed to him and Cessilia, who were still holding hands and standing next to each other.

“...My King,” he said.

“So now you’ll admit it,” scoffed Ashen.

“We have made some urgent decisions.”

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