1824, somewhere in the Indian Ocean
Blaike loosened his grip on his trident, though his tail flicked violently from side to side. Behind him, his army waited attentively for his signal. It wasn’t yet time. They hovered near the city, Atargatis, hiding behind a massive rock formation. His enemy—his sister, who now held the title of Empress—wouldn’t see them coming.
Blaike had been twelve when he was cast out of the imperial palace by his sister, Nadiah. She had only been eleven herself then, but she had always been far wittier, far quicker, and far more cunning than anyone, even their father. At that age, she was already clever enough to look at the Emperor with wide, innocent eyes amid a court meeting and suggest that Blaike be used as a peace treaty, knowing that he’d never come back. Their father had listened to her. As a result, Blaike was swiped away without even being able to say goodbye to his mother. His father died a year later, and Nadiah had ascended the throne. Blaike had been forgotten, just like that.
Now, seven years later, Blaike had finally freed himself. He wanted to claim the throne, which was rightfully his. It had taken him four years to make enough ties to secure military funds, then another two to use that money to buy himself an army. In the last year, he’d trained alongside his soldiers and made sure they were all ready. It was finally time.Read More »