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Re: The Iniquitous Machinations of the Virtuous Consort
« Reply #1 on: September 22, 2017, 07:21:17 PM »
[Book I: Chapter I]


He loathed – no - he hated! Hated the Ingaran with insatiable passion! It wasn't because Eruenvinyanto was the favored Consort or because he out ranked him, nor was it because the Ingaran came from a noble family. It was because Eruenvinyanto was able to block the ascension of the Mehtarecárinë Family to the High Blood. The Empress’ favorite did not want any rivals for her affection.

Aranince Ertur i Aina'Hilyalë Erundurion carte Tercenë Manëa'venno Arda Tuluva, is what he was called now, the Manëa'venno, the Virtuous Consort, a husband of the great and beautiful Empress. By all rights his family should have been elevated to the High Blood the day of Aranince’s Imperial Conferment. But, he, that worm, used his damned influence to see it was not done. The Ingaran did not want such a wealthy family to be counted among the Blood, then the Mehtarecárinës would have the influence of status to challenge the Ancient and Noble - yet impoverished – House Anordradil.

After much contemplation, Aranince could see just because he was chosen by the Late Empress to marry, the then, Highest Daughter and Heir does not warrant the House he was born in to be raised. It had taken some time. But, why hasn’t the Empress bequeathed unto them the rank of Low Blood? His brother, Eruvaryar, was Proconsul and Deputy Executor, declared a pillar of the State for his contributions. He has achieved one of the highest positions in the empire by merit alone. The first of his line! Unto him should be an Imperial Edict bestowing honors and titles.

How is brother got along so well with Consul Anordradil was beyond Aranince. It was was the Consul’s own son who blocked his advancement. According to his spies the two get on like peas in a pod! Insufferable! Those Anordradils! Manipulative bustards!

Merchants and scholar-bureaucrats Aranince descended from and a wealthy family, rich beyond belief. But influence is what they lacked. No clout in the army and little at Court. Eruvaryar had risen the highest ever in their family. The only reason Aranince was a Consort was because of the ridiculously large dowry they could afford. It was their hope that he could win the Empress' affection and give her a daughter, an Heir, and thus secure their position at Court and see their fortunes and influence rise.

But he had not lain with the Empress since their wedding their night. Two years ago! By tradition he should bed her during the month of Hrívë; it was now the 32nd day of the 72 day month and the Empress has not called on him.

His infectious love has corrupted the way of things. The Tar-Ancalimë Emperor had told her daughter that love had no place for a sovereign and she must take on more consorts.


He took a deep breathe to clear his mind. The water of his flower-peddle bath had cooled now and his fingers began to prune. His long black hair was still up in a topknot. He often took hot baths in the evening to help relax his muscles and joints. By no means was his life one of labor or servitude, but, like his fellow consorts, he maintained a strict physical workout each day and practiced swordplay and various martial arts.

"Noble Consort has accepted, Highness." Aranince's most trusted and valued servant said interrupting his Lord's brooding thoughts. "As instructed all servants have been dismissed for the evening. Also, our informant has been well paid, sire." Elmarin said knowing well his master's next inquiry, "As planned she will be in service at Hestanoina this evening and we have afforded her silence."

"Speak your mind, Elmarin." Aranince said vexingly. "I know you have more to say."

"You are the Virtuous Consort if you desire to know what transpires..."

"Why not go myself?" He finished for his servant. "Because we need to sway Alcarinqualo to us."

"Who has cloistered himself in the Hall of Literary Glory these past months to compile his work on the Four Treasuries.” Elmarin acknowledged, finally grasping the plan.

"Correct. His work has left him in solitude. With the Empress’ favor affixed on the Ingaran he has nothing to do but complete his work." Aranince stood to climb from his bath.

Elmarin extended his hand to help his lord from the large bath. "He has been so occupied that he probably has forgotten about the barbarians visit.”

“And he would not be pleased with Eruenvinyanto's choice of venue.” He walked to a small enclave stretching his arms out as warm air blew from all directions to quickly dry him. As his servant dropped him a silken robe he continued, "Vanyon cares little for such religious connotations. And Mirimon.." He shrugged dismissively, "Well it is Mirimon. Nothing bothers his stoicism. Elmarin, be sure to bring the sweetest lychee fruit you can find. Our dear Noble Consort likes them very ripe."

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Re: The Iniquitous Machinations of the Virtuous Consort
« Reply #2 on: September 22, 2017, 07:24:06 PM »
[Book I: Chapter II]



“Not for a moment do I believe he is being genuine.” Virtuous Consort Aranince said as he poured himself another glass of limpë, a drink reserved only for the Imperial family. “He is infuriating. Just infuriating!”

“Calm yourself.” Retorted Alcarinqualo, the Noble Consort, who was lounging lazily across from Aranince enjoying lychee fruit with his limpë, “What he does should not concern you, Aranince.” He shifted drunkenly in his seat, “Besides. It doesn’t matter. Her Majesty’s favor is bestowed upon Eruenvinyanto. And we shall not be noticed again until he fails to give her a daughter.”

“That is why I have invited you to Manëacalo Palace.” Alcarinqualo raised a brow at his host and now noticed they were alone, actually, they had been since he arrived at the Virtuous Consort’s palace located in the north-eastern section of the Arcalcassë Palace Complex. “If the Ingaran is unable to preform….”

“Whatever schemes you have concocting in that brain of yours, know that I will not be involved. Perhaps Vanyon would, he comes from nothing and is eager to secure positions for his family at Court.” He stood quickly. He wobbled about and fell back into his seat. Alcarinqualo shook his head, had he really had that much to drink already.. must have.

He pointed a stern finger at Aranince, “I am going to tell you this once, Ertur.” He used his amilessë[1]. “Do not plot against him. She loves him. Had it not been for the late Empress then she would never had taken other consorts when she was Highest Daughter. If your scheme was ever to reach Her Majesty’s ears,” He shook his head and made a gesture warding against evil omens, “I shudder to think of it.”

“But your family’s clout in Court and the Military is unsurpassed. Your own sister is the Inquisitor General, your uncle the Minister of War. And your mother is she not General of the Vermilion Army? Your uncles all have key positions in the military.” Alcarinqualo nodded, “Surly they are against all these reforms? And it is he whom corrupts our precious Empress’ mind with all this nonsense of acceptance and openness. He will be the end of us all. The downfall of the Dynasty!!”

The Noble Consort leaned back in his chair again and took a long drink. Virtuous Consort did have a point, a good one. It wasn’t that Alcarinqualo was against ending the Empire’s isolation, he supported that. Arda Tuluva must trade and make allies to secure their position in the international community. But the social reform. That was going too far. And a foreign king in Arcalcassë Palace, he wasn't even a vassal. It was unthinkable.

“As we speak Eruenvinyanto is entertaining that barbarian king in Hestanoina Pavilion, Korintur[2]. Hestanoina Pavilion!” The Noble Consort shot him a quick glance, clearly even he was offended. Good, Aranince thought. “He is entertaining the barbarians there. He bestows honor on them like family, as if the uncivilized king had greatly contributed to the state. Had it been anywhere else, Korintur, he would not have garnered hén’tumna[3] before me. That Pavilion is sacred to our family and not used for frivolous events, especially towards barbarians, king or not."

Alcarinqualo nodded, but gave no verbal conformation of his support. But it was enough. Aranince raised his glass to his fellow and the two went on drinking in silence, both contemplating how events should unfold. He has poisoned the mind of the Empress long enough. the Virtuous Consort brooded as he stirred his glass, And once he is dealt with... He smiled wickedly as a cool breeze blew across the room.




 1. Amilessë, or mother-name, it is considered a sacred name that is only used by family. One only uses someone’s amilessë in their presence and never uses it in reference to them.
 2. Korintur is the amilessë of Alcarinqualo.
 3. Hén’tumna, meaning “lowered eyes” or “downcast eyes.” Among the Arda Tuluvans, to say that one has become, or gained, “lower eyes” it means that one has lost face.
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Re: The Iniquitous Machinations of the Virtuous Consort
« Reply #3 on: September 22, 2017, 07:24:38 PM »
[Book I: Chapter III]



Pieces went flying in the air as Aranince flipped the game board over. Two games of Quiltala and his brother had easily beat him, Eurvaryar didn’t even flinch. He just sat there unfazed by Aranince’s, rather, undignified action letting out a small sigh of annoyance.

“Is this how the Virtuous Consort conducts himself?” He set the smooth white stone back in the jade bowl to his right. “It is most unbecoming.”

“Gah.” Aranince vexed throwing his hands up in resignation as he fell back in his seat. He took the large silver goblet and took another large swig.

“Most unbecoming.”

“You will lecture me on this too?” He said with a voice full of emotions waving the goblet towards his brother, the liquid inside splashing out.

“I would not presume, Highness.”

Aranince narrowed his eyes at his brother knowing he was being mocked. He took another drink in lieu of a retort. He was in no mood to pass witty quips with his brother, he knew he’d loose and was - very clearly - in no mood today for further failures.

The two sat in silence for an excruciatingly long time. Eruvaryar maintained his composure, his stoicism, much to Aranince’s annoyance. He had had enough of the awkward silence and choose to speak again, “Well. What else have you to say? I know you did not come all this way just two beat me at Quiltala.”

It appeared that his brother was about to speak, but resigned himself to the silence instead. How Eruvaryar infuriated him. If Aranince thought about it, everyone annoyed him these days. “Speak, brother. Speak freely.”

“Have you taken the Noble Consort as your lover?” Such frankness from his brother startled Aranince. It was common enough for the Consorts of the Empress to find companionship amongst each other. However, Eruvaryar’s frankness was anything but common.

“What concern is that to you, Proconsul?”

“It has come to my attention that you entertain the Noble Consort almost nightly. You should end that immediately, Highness. If this knowledge is known to me, then surly it is known to Her Most August Majesty.”

“She will not see me. All her spare time is spent with him.”

Eruvaryar needed not to ask who “he” was; after all it was the Ingaran, the Empress’ favored consort. “You must gain Her Majesty’s affections once more, spending every evening with Alcarinquallo hardly shows interest.”

“If only you had been raised to the Blood then you could extend an invitation to the Empress, speak on my behalf.” Aranince said refilling his goblet.

“I am satisfied with my position as an Istari, brother. I have little desire to be thrown into the wolves den; I would be lamb among them.”

“By all rights you should be have been raised on my ascension. Think of our house…”

“You need not think of the House of Mehtarecárinë.” Eruvaryar said interrupting, “you are a member of the Holy Dynasty, not some clan from the Vahtelari. I suggest you concentrate on that.”

“But why, brother? Why are you not insulted? He blocked your ascension!! You have contributed so much to the Empire; your own brother married an Empress! If it had not been for his interference..” He stopped himself from speaking any further. He could feel the rage boiling inside him

Eruvaryar sighed before looking Aranince in the eyes, “He did not block my ascension. I asked the Consul to prevent an Imperial Edict to raise me.”

Completely flabbergasted Aranince could not speak.

“His Excellency must have asked his son to speak to Her Most Divine Majesty about the subject. You see, brother, before father’s passing he told me not to accept any elevation of our house until after I have had children. And then, and then only after you have given the Empress children. Might she live forever.” He added hastily.

“We have wealth, yes. Much and more than we will ever need. But we have no standing, only my achievements and your position. If our House was to be raised it could faster and harder than either of us could predict.” Eruvaryar was getting annoyed at the ignorance of his brother, had he no idea how the Imperial Court truly worked?

“While I remain an Istari I am secure. The Secretariat and my position as a chancellor allows me to speak and work with the Blood; if I were counted as them then I would not have the security of the other Scholar-Bureaucrats. We have little allies among the Blood, more enemies that we even could know.” Eruvaryar stood and bowed low to the Virtuous Consort. “I shall leave Your Highness to ponder my words before the Virtuous Consort decides to debase his intelligence any further.”
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« Reply #4 on: September 22, 2017, 07:25:34 PM »
[Book I: Chapter IV]



The Arda Tuluvan New Year was fast approaching; as such the Arcalcassë Palace was abuzz with thousands of servants and workers preparing for the upcoming festivities. Soon the Year of the Monkey would end and the Year of the Rooster would begin.

Aranince was born in the under the Rooster sign. According to the astrologers, the year of one's birth sign is the most unlucky year in the twelve-year cycle. He made a mental note to call for an cleric and make sacrifices to the Vala Mandos to help ward against bad omens. He must rearrange his sleeping quarters so that he faces south, or south east, and avoid red.

He was never quite gifted with remembering all the omens and their meaning, he doubted anyone who wasn’t a Hildari would know much more than he. But, to be sure we would consult the religious caste and insure all the auspices are met for the coming year.

He walked along the many pathways through the gardens palace, he saw that hundreds of gladiolas, impatiens, and cockscomb flowers had already been planted and laid out among the pavilions. He leaned down to look for the largest cockscomb flower he could find. He would put on in his room, perhaps it would bring luck.

"Virtuous Consort." A polite voice said startling Aranince.

The man had been bowing not noticing his agitation. Aranince noted that he did not bow nearly low enough. He narrowed his eyes vexingly at the man’s lack of proper obeisance. Until he realized who it was, luckily, in time.

It was Prince Ermehtar dressed, as always, in his official garments of the Banner-General of the Dragon Martial Guard. He never strayed far from the Empress. She must be near. Taking in his surroundings he saw that he was close to the Hall of Literary Glory. Far has he wondered from his own residence at the Manëacalo Palace.

“Prince Ermehtar.” Aranince responded, “The Empress, she is here?”

“The Daughter of Heaven is reviewing Noble Consort’s work on the Four Treasuries before attending the Evening Assembly. Apparently, the Lord of Twelve-Thousand Years has a task for the Noble Consort, as well.”

“What sort of task?”

“That ignorance we have in common, Virtuous Consort. The Daughter of Heaven briefly spoke that there was a task, not what that task was.” The Prince stated before leaning in with a mischievous whisper, “Though, I am certain you will know from him by sun’s set.” He added a wink.

“Sir.” Another armored solider approached cutting off his retort, bowing low to Aranince then a quick, soldierly, bow to Prince Ermehtar. “It is time, sir.”

“Right.” The Banner-General said, “Your Highness, may I present Arcanen Elendilion Tasarpeler, recently promoted to First Captain of the Third Garrison.” Prince Ermehtar gestured to the First Captain as he bowed formally.

“A pleasure, First Captain.” The Third Garrison… Third Garrison…He thought trying to remember their jurisdiction, it dawned on him then. Third Garrison guards the Palace of Earthly Tranquility.[1]

“I shall take my leave. Prince Ermehtar” Aranince nodded his head to the Prince. “First Captain.”

“The hour is late and His Highness, the Virtuous Consort, is without escort.” Ermehtar gestured to his companion, “First Captain Tasarpeler shall accompany Your Highness to Manëacalo.” Ever chivalrous and abiding to protocol. Aranince thought as the Prince bowed and excused himself.


The two walked for some time not speaking until Aranince broke the silence, Arda Tuluvan protocol dictated that those of lower castes could not speak to their superiors until spoken to

“Have you served long with the Imperial Garrisons, Captain?”

“No, Your Highness.” He must have sensed that Aranince desired more information than that, “I served for many years as Major[2] Soron Legion until the first of Coirë[3]. when I was elevated to my present post.”

“The Soron Legion. That is in the Vermilion Army, is it not?

“Correct, Highness.”

“Curious.”

“Highness?”

He waved to the First Captain dismissively, “Are you enjoying your post at Arcalcassë?”

He nodded, “It is a great honor to serve, Highness. The beauty and craftsmanship of Arcalcassë is a marvel, truly astounding. Being allowed in the presence of the Daughter of Heaven is a joy and privilege I can never truly express. My family is honored and eternally grateful to the Throne for this opportunity.”

“It was the greatest opportunity of my life when I received the Summons by the late Tar-Ancalimë Empress to be chosen as a consort for her heir. My brother worked tirelessly to ensure my ascension. I understand all to well about how you feel, Captain.”

“A good man, the Proconsul is. He works hard to secure the Empire and maintain our traditions. It is a sh..” Tasarpeler cut himself off.

Aranince eyed the man carefully, “Is there something on your mind, Captain.”

“It is not for me to comment, Your Imperial Highness.”

A bold one, he. Curious, though. Aranince decided he wanted to know, he needed to know. “You are given leave to speak freely, Captain. I shall not admonish any opinions you utter within my presence.”

Tasarpeler opened his mouth, but closed it again, before finally speaking, “I am no expert on the intricacies of Court procedure but I do understand the most important protocols, Highness, though, I am sure the Virtuous Consort’s knowledge far exceeds mine. But it is my understanding that the month of Coirë is reserved for the Wise Consort, yet. Only the Ingaran has the pleasure of Her Majesty’s favor. It goes against all ritual and regulation, it will bring about calamity. My predecessor also explained that no other consort has favor.”

Arcanen Tasarpeler saw the astonishment appear on Aranince's face, he immediately fell to hands and knees, “Forgive your servant’s impertinence, Mighty Lord, I knew not what I say. I am to see, not think.”

He was truly astonished. When Aranince had given people to speak freely in his presence in the past, they would still tailor their words; sometimes still not truly speaking freely. “Have you expressed this opinion to any others?”

Still on hands and knees, forehead touching the ground, the First Captain responded, “I have not, Your Highness. I am but to do and die, not wonder why.”

“Come.” Aranince said as he turned and entered the Manëacalo Palace.




 1. The palatial residence of Ingaran Eruenvinyanto.
 2. A First Captain of the Imperial Garrison is ranked higher than a Major of the Army.
 3. Coirë is the last month of the Arda Tuluvan calendar, lasting 54 days from the 1 Feb until 26 March.
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« Reply #5 on: September 22, 2017, 07:26:15 PM »
[Book I: Chapter V]



Scrolls, books, and paper were scattered everywhere in disarray and chaos. Alcarinqualo was lounging on the floor with an open book resting on his chest. His gaze was fixated on the television[1] not noticing Aranince's arrival.  "A consecrated sovereign on trial." he said, "The audacity."

"You are aware of why she and the rest are on trial." Alcarinqualo said, his attention was on watching the trial then on his unexpected guest.

"Barbarians slaughtering barbarians." The Virtuous Consort said with a dismissive wave. He picked up a copy of the well-known Legalist work Men of Methods. He opened it with a shrug before closing it and tossing it back. "It is little concern to me. Could you imagine the outrage if an Arda Tuluvan empress was forced to heel before foreign justice?"

The Noble Consort let out a small chuckle, "When an empress losses the Mandate she often losses her head. So, no, dear Aranince, I cannot."

"Though..." Aranince was hushed by his peer as the Andean Genocide defendants were stating their pleas.

"He plead guilty." The Noble Consort said sitting up, the book falling aside. "Unexpected."


Aranince sighed softly to himself as his fellow consort was lost in the proceedings. He continued to open various books and scrolls glancing at them for a moment before tossing them about. How Alcarinqualo is enjoying reading these centuries old works was beyond him.

"Must you?" Alcarinqualo said putting the books and papers back in seemingly random places. "There is a very organized order I have and you are creating nothing but discord. What is it that brought you so far from Manëacalo, Aranince?"

"I wish to invite the Noble Consort for Dinner."

"How generous of the Virtuous Consorts to deliver this esteemed invitation personally. I am most honored."

He rolled his eyes at Alcarinqualo's blatant sarcasm. "The Empress approaches." Shouted her Ómari before Aranince could respond in kind.


"Your consorts kneel before the Empress." They said in unison falling to their knees as the Empress entered the room they were in within the Hall of Literary Glory. The Empress held out her hands as both Aranince and Alcarinqualo kissed her palms before standing. "Your Majesty honors us with this pleasant, yet unexpected, visit. I am most honored.” Alcarinqualo said sincerely with another bow of the head.

“How goes the Noble Consort’s admirable work on the Four Treasuries?”

“The work is slow, Majesty, but we work diligently to fulfill the Commandment bestowed upon us.”

The Empress gestured to one of her many servants who brought forth a crate, “It has come to Our attention that the poetry of the Tar-Valimeldë Emperor has been found in the personal collection of King Turion Máraharnen of Lamedon. We were able to procure it for the Noble Consort’s work.”

Alcarinqualo fell to his knees once again exclaiming, “Your humble consort bows in gratitude for this wondrous gift, Your Majesty!”

“We leave for Our meeting to Lodja on the morrow and it appears the Ingaran has befallen a slight bout of illness.” The three simultaneously made a gesture warding away bad omens. “This evening the Noble and Virtuous Consorts shall attend Us for dinner at Hestanoina Pavilion.” And with that the Empress departed.


“I hope Eruenvinyanto comes to a quick recovery.” Aranince said as the Empress and her entourage left.

“Come now, Aranince.” Alcarinqualo said as he looked through the unexpected gift. “This false sense of empathy does not suit you.”

“You are right. It does not.”

The Noble Consort looked suspiciously at Aranince. “It does not serve me, nor my brother, if he dies.” Oh, but it would. He thought to himself. Before Alcarinqualo could retort he continued, “Why are the works of the Tar-Valimeldë so important? Surly there are many copies. It is the Tar-Valimeldë Emperor after all.”

Looking at Aranince in an annoying manner Alcarinqualo responded, “The Old Alcarcassë Palace burnt down in the fire during that dynasty’s collapse. Thousands of priceless works of poetry and writings were lost in that fire. Somehow these survived nearly 1,500 years without anyone knowing. It is just marvelous.” He set the crate in a corner, “Now. Before you create more chaos for me I suggest you leave and prepare yourself for this evening. All your wants and needs are finally coming to you.”


Aranince gave his farewells before walking back to his own residences at the Manëacalo with a broad smile on his face. Everything seemed to be going as planned.




 1. Like all things in the Arcalcassë modern technology was hidden among the vastness of the decor. When not in use servants covered the screens and speakers behind paintings and decoration.
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« Reply #6 on: September 22, 2017, 07:27:21 PM »
[Book I: Chapter VI]



A gong rang as a cortege of servants walked the halls announcing the hour, “The nation flourishes. The people are united. All are sated. It is the Hour of the Rooster.”

Aranince looked to Alcarinqualo with concern, “No. They are always early as the Daughter of Heaven wishes them to state the hour five minutes earlier when she is near.” The Noble consort reassured Aranince as they walked through the corridors towards Hestanoia Pavilion. Aranince was always amazed how astute Alcarinqualo’s memory was. He seemed to know the workings of the Palace in and out. If only he’d divulge more information. Turning the final corner they ran into the Able Consort. Aranince noted he looked far too smug for his own good.

“What a pleasure to see the Noble and Virtuous Consorts.” Vanyon said first bowing to Alcarinqualo then, a slightly less bow to Aranince, who in turn bowed back to Vanyon Alcarinqualo nodded his respects to the Able Consort; all of this was a precedence demanded, such were the ways of Court etiquette.

“Was the Able Consort invited to dine with the Daughter of Heaven, as well?” Aranince inquired.

“I had not the faintest idea that the Noble and Virtuous Consorts were to attend dinner with the Empress – might she live forever.” Aranince highly doubted his that, he had probably been sulking around waiting for a ‘chance’ encounter. “I was on my way to seek an audience with the Lord of Twelve-Thousand Years to deliver important information that I have come to possess.”

“Is that so.”

“It just so happens to involve you both. No surprise to me that the Virtuous Consort has some nefarious agenda. What does however, is that the Noble Consort as come to be entangled in your web of deceit, Aranince.”

Acarinqualo remained stoic, unflinching. Aranince eyed Vanyon with discontent.

“It seems that you used your influence to have the Captain of the Third Garrison replaced by one Arcanen Tasarpeler, a man loyal to you, Noble Consort, from the Vermillion Army, of which your own mother commands, does she not? It seems that the Manëacalo Palace had sent money to an off-shore account. At the same time First Captain Tasarpeler was able to purchase items far above his paygrade receiving money from an off-shore bank. This all transpiring within days before the Ingaran fell ill. As well all know, the Throne does not believe in coincidences.”

He smiled with the sincerity that only Alcarinqualo could, “My dear, Vanyon.” His smiled faded turning quickly to concern, “Am I to understand that the Able Consort intercepted official communique from the Hall of Military Eminence?” There was a small pause for emphases, as he continued, “And obtained classified information from the Vermillion Army? On top of that, you were able to use some influence in the Secretariat’s Monetary & Donations Assessment Bureau to find these absurd claims of monetary transfers?” Alcarinqualo looked to Aranince then back to Vanyon, “Did you admit that you pried into details privy only to the Censorate? I believe that the Able Consort just confessed to meddling in State affairs! As a man of the harem that is paramount to treason.”

Gasping at the scandal, he continued, “As a loyal and humble servant to the Empress – might she live forever – it is my solemn duty to report this affront to Her Majesty at once.” Panic began spread across Vanyon’s face as joy lifted Aranince, Alcarinqualo set his hand reassuringly on Vanyon’s shoulder, “but we are as brothers and all consorts to the Daughter of Heaven. Fear not, Able Consort, brother, we shall keep our silence on the matter.”

With a hint of anger in his eyes Vanyon conceded, “It shall be laid to rest never to rise again.” He bowed quickly to them both before strutting away.

“We could have been done with him, Alcarinqualo.” Aranince said after the Able Consort was far enough away that he could not hear them.

“Before you do something regrettable, Aranince, know that he, too, had evidence against me for the same transgression, albeit lesser. There is a time and place; this is neither.”


The dinner had gone pleasantly enough. Music filled the air and dancers entertained them as they ate. The conversations had been pleasant, the Noble Consort and the Empress spoke mainly of his work on the Four Treasuries. His own conversation with the Daughter of Heaven had been on their mutual inclination for botany or about his brother and how pleased she was with his continual contributions he has made to the Empire.

After desert has been cleared and only their drinks remained the Empress signaled to another attendant, two guards dragged out a tearful eyed girl who bowed in a full kowtow before the Daughter of Heaven.

It was now that Aranicne noticed that the music had stopped and everyone had departed: save himself, Alcarinqualo, Ehtelë, the Empress, and this unknown servant he had never seen before. She looked disheveled, as if she hadn’t had sleep in days.

The Empress’ Ómari, Ehtelë, stepped forward opening a yellow scroll of an Imperial Edict and read aloud:

“Lairë Antarinë you have been charged with Treason against the Throne and found guilty tampering with the tonics and medicines to the Ingaran.

You are commanded by the Will of the Daughter of Heaven to commit ritual suicide.
Failing this task will result in the execution of House Antarinë to the tenth degree.

So let it be written.”

A table was brought before the serving girl with large bowl full of salt and silver spoon, with eyes full of tears the girl meekly responded, “S..so. l.l..et i..t b..be d..done,” she began to whale the final words barely being audible.

None in the Pavilion dared speak up as Lairë began to eat the pound of salt. The tenth degree? Aranince thought to himself. If she failed to eat the pound of salt, which will kill her in horribly slow and extremely painful manner, then not only her family will be executed by within ten degrees of relation. Aranince’s heart was pounding. What does the Empress have in store for him if this is her punishment. She had spoken so kindly about his brother? What will his fate be? He knew that Captain Tasarpeler had sent a codded message days earlier stating that the plan had commenced. How it was foiled so quickly... perhaps Vanyon had already spoken with the Empress? Doubtful, that. He would not have conceded the bout so quickly then. His heart was pouding, sweat glistening on his face.

After the servant had taken her third spoon full of the salt the Empress stood, satisfied with her resolve. “You are absolved, Lairë Aulendiel.” Falling to her hands she thanked the Empress over and over again, crying in remorse or joy it mattered not, she was still thanking the Empress for her kindness as she was dragged out of the Pavilion by the guards.

The Empress eyed Aranince, he knew this was a warning. This whole charade a message. He quickly averted her gaze bowing before his sovereign. “Noble Consort shall prepare himself to treat with me this evening.” And with that the Empress departed.

The two consorts looked at each other wearily as they heard the call of the hour, “Wards are set. The rituals endure. All are protected. It is the Hour of the Dog.”
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Re: The Iniquitous Machinations of the Virtuous Consort
« Reply #7 on: October 20, 2017, 02:42:33 PM »
[Book I: Chapter VII]



Aranince moved quickly to counter his opponent's attack blocking the kick with his left arm. He lowered himself to preform a sweeping kick to which his opponent easily avoided as Aranince knew, but it gave way to opportunity he was waiting for, shifting his weight and pivoting with his left foot Aranince brought up his right leg with a powerful linear kick that struck his opponent straight in the chest knocking the wind out of him as he staggered back falling to the ground grasping for air in silence.

After a few moments the man caught his breath as Aranince extending an arm helping him up, "His Highness is unfocused."

"Unfocused? Unfocused?!" Aranince protested, "I soundly beat you, maitar[1]. I highly consider that unfocused."

"Your attacks were erratic, imprecise. Either far to much momentum or not enough. If I had truly wished you harm, Highness, you would not be standing. A clear and tranquil mind is the first victory. Your mind, Highness, is distracted of late. Full of anger. Perhaps the Virtuous Consort should take a period of reflection and contemplation."

Reflection and contemplation. He has heard that far too much the past fortnight. Reflection and contemplation.
 Bah.
He waved his hand dismissively but the maitar would not let it settle. "Highness. I have instructed you in the art of Lélahquárë[2] since you came to the Arcalcassë. When Your Highness first arrived you were full of wonder, eager to learn. You had focus, determination. Of all my students the greatest want to achieve success, to better yourself. I fear that you are losing those qualities. I earnestly implore His Highness to consider a period of reflection and contemplation."

He eyed the maitar. Aranince knew that he was right. It angered him, but he was right. He took a deep breathe and bowed his respect, "I thank you, maitar, for your wise counsel."



"Good morning." Aranince said as he entered the Archive of Records. A woman appeared, she was surprised at his presence and quickly fell to a bow.

"The Chief Archivist bows before the Virtuous Consort. Your Highness honors the Archive with his esteemed presence."

"You are given leave to stand. I am writing a treatise on the cultivation of snapdragons and I wish to see historical records on the subject."

"Your Highness," She paused, seemingly not exactly sure how to word what she wished to say next, "The Imperial Library will have sufficient information on the subject. I will have an acolyte contact the Head Librarian and deliver the desired information to Manëacalo within the hour, two at most. I assure you, Your Highness. " She said, she wasn't trying to be rude. But, this was an Archive, after all, not a library.

He nodded, "Yes, please do. However, I suppose I should have been more specific. I would like to see the personal accounts of famed Alcorohtë herbalist Pirnë Lingwelohtë."

"Ah, then His Highness is in the right place." She went to a desk and slide open the top relieving a large tablet. It amazed Aranince how the modifications were done to the palace to install all this technology, then hide it, must have been quite the ordeal.

She looked up at Aranince after a few minutes, "I have sent the appropriate PDF files to Your Highness's network, Virtuous Consort."

"Not to be a bother." He said, trying to find a reason to get her away from that desk. "But I do wish to have physical copies." He said casually.

"Your Highness and the Noble Consort, the same." She said, with a very forced smile,"If His Highness would wait here I shall attend to it personally."

She paused and turned to face him once more, "Would His Imperial Highness like the original volume or and transcribed copy?"

"A copy would be preferred. I do not wish to damage the original." She smiled and bowed again as she disappeared through a doorway into the vastness of the Imperial Archive of Records

Aranince quickly moved to the tablet once she was out of sight and searched for the report from Supreme Court on the servant who had been sentenced to death, then quickly absolved at that perilous dinner. The screen had not locked, good. He found what he wanted and skimmed the report:

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"Antarinë, Lairë Aulendeliel

Occupation: Servant of the Third Rank of the Apothecary of the Palace of Earthly Tranquility

Duties: Delivering medicines and herbal tonics to the Ingaran. Maintenance of medical and herbal supply within the Apothecary.

Arrested: 06:40 on the 62 Lairë 5661 LY by Constables Vëandur Tindómerel and Manyel Yáviendirinë of Supreme Court. Held for three days.

Accusation: Tampering with medical and herbal remedies in an attempt to murder. Treason.

Assertion: Inconclusive. Speculative ties to the Manëacalo Palace. No ties to the Herwëana Palace. Question First Captain Arcanen Elendilion Tasarpeler.

Conclusion: Suspect did not knowingly mix additional supplements to the Ingaran's medicine. Coerced or distracted by unnamed guard.

Released: 19:00 on the 65 Lairë 5661 LY; Acquitted by will of the Autárimë Empress

Full Report as followed: In the early hours of......"

He closed the search and deleted the history. Moving away from the desk as the archivist returned through the door.

She bowed low holding the large book before her, "The Personal Accounts of Pirnë Finwiel: Imperial Herbalist to the Tar-Arlaicamon & Tar-Ilucaramon Empresses, the desired volume His Imperial Highness, the Virtuous Consort, desires."

He thanked her taking the volume and departing. He had no idea what to do with Lairë Antarinë, but he read enough of the report to know she was ignorant enough not to implicate him. But, it did mention they wanted to - or already had - questioned First Captain Tasarpeler. He needed to to deal with that next. But first. Another matter.



It was Vilya, Sky's day, the seventh day of the week, on 7 Yávië. A most auspicious time to be together with friends and loved ones. A day to resolve any confrontations one might have. Aranince wanted to resolve his with his only friend in the entirety of the Arcalcassë Palace.

"You have been avoiding me, Korintur." He said stopping Alcarinqualo in his tracks. Aranince had been waiting in the servants' halls that traversed the Palace's walls. Whenever Aranince sent a message to Alcarinqualo he received the same message stating the Noble Consort could not attend, or some excuse of why he was busy. When Aranince would go personally it was always the same that he had seemingly "just departed". So Aranince waited in these servants' halls for the Noble Consort and send word ahead that he was personally arriving at the Hall of Literary Glory.

Alcarinqualo did not respond, what could he say? He took his hand, "You think I am angry with you because the Empress took you to bed. I am not. At least not with you. Never with you."

Still no response. "Well? Say something, damn it!"

"It was suggested by the Daughter of Heaven that I take a period of reflection and contemplation, Virtuous Consort." He said solemnly as he broke his hand free from Aranince's embrace.

Such formalities, strange. Aranince thought sadly, but was quickly consumed by rage. There it was again. That damn notion of reflection and contemplation.

He sighed heavily, "Yes. The same for me."

"Then you should heed that counsel." His voiced wavered, concern?

"How can I? How can I, Korintur?! If you will not contend with me?" Alcarinqualo took a deep breathe and nodded with a smile as he gestured for Aranince to lead the way.



He looked over to the ornate clock with three dials:  the second largest lingering over an Ox, while the smallest dial was positioned to the right, and third, and largest, was close to the Rat. The Second Hour of the Ox, almost the Hour of the Tiger. It had taken Aranince some time to get used to telling time in the palace but it was about ten minutes to three in the morning.

He heard the heavy breathing of deep slumber, he looked down at Alcarinqualo who sound asleep resting his head on Aranince's chest. He slowly crawled out of bed careful not pull on Alcarinqualo's long, black, unbound hair in the process. He smiled knowing that he had not disturbed Alcarinqualo, nothing woke the man up. He could sleep through anything. Aranince smiled kissing him on the forehead.

He looked across the room out to the open doors of the balcony, he shivered as a cool breeze swept across his naked body. Much colder than he had thought. He paid no more mind to his surroundings as he opened his closet and hidden in the back was the disguise he would wear this night. A veil, a mask, and robes of the priestly order.

Once dressed he leaned against the door that lead to an adjourning room. He heard the quiet whispers of their ilar'naldar. They were still awake? Vexing. He had hoped to slip through and use the servants' tunnels that lined the walls of the palace. No matter. He needed them both here anyway. More to attest that he had not left the better.

The balcony. He leaned over the edge, no light shone from the rooms below. Excellent. He climbed daftly down the vines to the room below. Peering in he saw no one and took the opportunity to use the servants' passage ways. Few across the Palace should be awake at this hour, he was masked and dressed as a priest of the Fëanturi; it would not be odd for a Cleric of the Masters of Spirits to roam the halls this early.

He finally made it to the clandestine spot he had selected. Aranince choose a section of the palace that was no longer in use, it was only ever used by servants who were discretely having affairs with one another. He had already had a near miss with a guard and serving girl a few corridors back. Luckily, they were in the throws of passion and took no notice. They were in the southern most part facing west. He arrived in the columned room, later than he wanted and noticed Tasarpeler was standing at the edge looking out into the vast ravine that the Arcalcassë Palace was built next to.

"Captain." The man was startled, wavering slightly as he turned. Aranince lifted the mask resting it atop his head as he emerged from the shadows.

 "Your Highness. Apologies for my tardiness." He said, the smell of alcohol on his breathe.

Oh, perfect. "It is no matter, Captain. What news?"

"The Censorate and Supreme Court questioned me three time, Highness." He looked around, paranoia lingered around him. "I said nothing. They still suspect, but have no evidence. I fear they know more than they let on. But I cannot be sure."

He took out a flask and took a swig, "It has gone beyond precedence for the Throne to issue an official condemnation against me. They do not have enough to depose me. Yet."

He offered the flask to Captain Tasarpeler who took it eagerly. Aranince smiled wickedly, this was the perfect time, shifting his weight and pivoting with his left foot Aranince brought up his right leg with a powerful linear kick that struck Tasarpeler straight in the chest knocking the wind out of him as he staggered back falling over the edge into the ravine below to his death in silence.




 1. Quenya word for a master of martial arts.
 2. Meaning "the way of kicks and punches". Essentially Arda Tuluvan taekwondo.
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