Despite her seclusion, much had been going on in the realm. A goliath from the Inlet had defeated Bahadir in combat and swept away with Shaydowfax. In response, she had left her young colt to take her place. A colt? As queen? Nereid could not wrap her mind around the foolish notion. No disrespect was intended but a colt could never be queen. He simply did not have the training nor the instincts that came with being queen mother of the realm.

It seemed that it did not stop there. The war of the realms had officially kicked off and it would seem like the Dunes would answer the call to war. Bahadir would retaliate for his defeat in one form or another and the other shoe would drop. Nereid could only set her shoulders, lift her crown and face the challenge with all the courage within her body. Despite her misgivings, this was her home and she would defend it.

"The war is bringing upheaval to the realm. How do I fix it? How do I assist my king?" she pondered aloud, a frown playing across her face.

The thought of Bahadir also did not assist with wiping the frown from her face. She had yet to decide if trying to win the heart of her Soter was worth it. Nereid had hung up her crown of pearls years ago but now it tempted her. One could misinterpret the notion as though Nereid wanted to be queen and be mournfully wrong. Nereid simply desired a piece of Bahadir's heart and if becoming queen allowed for even a small portion then to hell with it. She was not naive enough to believe that Bahadir wouldn't fall in love with another woman or two, but she simply wanted a piece that was solely her own.

"I wish you swift recovery Soter."

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