A Time of Tigers - From Peasant to Emperor

Chapter 611 The Day Before The Mission - Part 5

"And the talk of alliance?" Oliver asked. "For a woman that did no saving, you certainly made some grand speeches."

"I did not jest there," Asabel said. "It would honour me if you would at the very least consider a friendship between our two houses."

"Why?" Oliver said, looking her full in the eye as he asked it. "I sincerely don't understand, Asabel. Your position must already be difficult enough without saying you're friends with a Patrick. Why go so far?"

"For my own benefit," Asabel said, holding his gaze. "Oliver, you're still incredibly young. Politically, this is the weakest that the country will see you, and yet, you've already proved your battlefield strength over and over. I'm in agreement with Minister Hod – that this is a martial country. To do anything of importance, one needs martial might."

"That would only make sense, Princess, if you had something of such import," Oliver said.

"Oh, but I do," Asabel assured him. "Come, do not merely stand in the middle of the room. Have a seat. Duncan, if you would see that some tea and afternoon snacks are prepared."

"As you wish, my Lady," the attendant Kevin said, performing a crisp bow as he went, closing the door after him.

Oliver noticed that there were remarkably fewer guards within that room. Fewer than last time at least, for there was still a handful, amongst them Lancelot himself. Oliver wondered the reasoning behind that. Was it really that he'd won such trust, despite having not spoken to the Princess once since their last meeting, or was it more that she was so overworked, given her current position?

"How goes it?" Verdant asked as he settled himself. He didn't need to clarify what he was referring to. That was only one thing that was on their minds – Asabel's Quarter Inheritance. Oliver hardly knew what such a thing truly meant in actuality, despite the many explanations he'd been given.

To take a Quarter of all of the Pendragon territories and to declare independence within them, that had to be an awful lot of work, didn't it?

"I honestly had no idea what to think," Oliver said. "This is all rather new to me."

"It's new to most nobles as well," Asabel said with a sigh. "It doesn't not happen often enough for people to become accustomed to it, though I suppose we all know the theory... It weighs heavy to realize that I am at the centre of it all."

"So, I should be calling you Queen Asabel now?" Oliver asked. "Does that mean you're a Silver Queen?"

Something about the amused expression on her face told Oliver that she appreciated his ignorance on the matters, at least to some degree.

"Whilst it's true that I may have a right to the title of Queen, I will not be able to act with it outside of the governance of my lands. I will not be invited to the royal meetings of Silver Kings, nor will the High King acknowledge my position. The title itself means very little to me. I'm just as happy for people to refer to me as a Princess, both now and after my coronation," Asabel said.

"This sounds... complicated," Oliver mused.

"Far more than you'll ever know," Lancelot said with a sigh. "We should have had years more planning for this, if you hadn't gone and got yourself arrested."

"Lancelot!" Asabel said hotly. "I've already made it quite clear to Oliver that it was not his fault. I would ask that you do not undermine that. The only thing stopping me from Quarter Inheriting sooner was my own cowardice."

"You say that, my Lady, but as someone who's bearing witness to the reality of what you've gotten yourself into, I can't help but think you're still far too young to bear such a burden," Lancelot said. Impertinent though the retainer was being, it was hard to mistake the evident kindness with which he spoke to his Lady.

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Perhaps that was what allowed Asabel's voice to soften, even if she didn't forget her anger.