“Nonsense. You have often called yourself a seaman! You spent all of your life working on the sea and building your empire on the water. Now you will have an empire to rule beneath the water. It is not quite so different.”
“As long as you have faith in me,” he said uncertainly.
“You have so much knowledge and experience to bring to Adlivun. You are introspective and humble, yet powerful and commanding—most of all, you have the most refined sense of intuition I have ever witnessed. All of Adlivun will welcome you as their king at our coronation.”
“How do you still think so highly of me after all the things I’ve said and done?” he asked sadly. He wished for the umpteenth time he could take back all of his momentary lapses; how much more he would enjoy this moment. How much more worthy he would feel of being given this new chance at life.
“You are a real person, a real human being,” she said softly. She knew that she must accept all sides of him, not just the ones she preferred. Both kindness and rage were part of the man; she had ample allotments of each as well. She laid her cheek against his chest and closed her eyes in contentment. “I still cannot believe that you are one of us. I thought that I would be separated from you forever. Even when we were at our best, when we were first engaged, I thought that I would only be able to love you for your brief lifetime. I believed I would have to live hundreds of years without you. But now that you are here, you will live just as long as I will. My impending disaster turned into a fairytale.”
Trevain returned her hug gently, resting his chin on the top of her head. “I don’t care much about living longer, but I’m just thankful I get to live all of those years with you. I thought I had screwed things up for good. I promise I will make up for how terrible I was.”
“Of course you will. I have an army to keep you in line,” she said. She did not want to pull away, but she knew that she should. She stepped back and took his hand to lead him into the splendor of Adlivun. “Let us go meet your grandmother. I should warn you in advance that Visola will probably give you some sort of threatening speech about how she would not hesitate to shoot you again. Then she will proceed to demonstrate the way her rifle works.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” he said, kissing her hand. He suddenly paused, holding her at arms’ length and looking earnestly into her face. “Aazuria—I need to apologize for some of the awful things I said. I know that you weren’t responsible for the deaths of my men. I know you tried to save Arnav, and if I had listened to you he would not have been placed in danger.” He sighed. “Also, you rescued both my mother and Callder. I should not have wrongfully accused you; I know you didn’t take my family from me.”
“We do not have to speak of that now,” she said, reaching out to caress his cheek.
“Yes, we do. Somehow, everything that came out of my mouth that day was the opposite from what I really meant. Aazuria, you have reunited me with my loved ones. In you and your sisters I have found even more family. You have given me access to a heritage more mind-blowing than anything I could have imagined. You have reunited me with all the courage and hope I thought I’d lost along with my youth.”
His words and manner reminded her of the nobility she had seen in him from their very first meeting. She gazed at him lovingly, thinking that he had not really changed at all. He only saw himself differently now, and it was closer to the way she saw him.
Perhaps the issue had been his discord and disharmony with his surroundings. Perhaps now that he was where he was meant to be, all would be well. But he was still apologizing.
“Aazuria…” On an impulse, he stepped back and looked at her gratefully before bowing forward from the waist. He held the position for several seconds of sincerity before straightening. He met her eyes with an intent gaze.
“You have reunited me with myself.”
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Fathoms of Forgiveness
By Nadia Scrieva
There is no divorce in the undersea kingdom of Adlivun. Marriage is a bond that lasts until death—even if death comes in several centuries, and in that time your spouse happens to become your sworn enemy. This is the conflict that General Visola Ramaris faces when she learns that the mighty Vachlan is behind the attacks on her kingdom. She has sworn to protect Adlivun with her life, but long ago, she also swore to love and honor her husband...
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Chapter 1: Tremendously Effective Threatening
“If you ever attempt to harm her, I swear on the souls of my Viking ancestors that I will not hesitate to shoot you again.”
He swallowed. “I believe you… grandma.”
Visola snorted at being called this. She moved her slender fingers up to fiddle with the barrel of the rifle on her back. “Young man,” she almost sneered. “Don’t you dare think that just because I’m now aware that you’re my grandson anything is going to change between us. I have been Aazuria’s defender for five hundred years, and she is more than a job to me. She is my friend, she is my mentor, she is my monarch, and she is at the top of my list of females I would totally experiment with if I ever happen to develop lesbian curiosities. The last time I shot you? Consider it a warning spank on the bottom. Next time I won’t be so forgiving.”
Trevain lifted a hand to scratch under his ear sheepishly. This encounter was not going as smoothly as he had hoped. He glanced at Aazuria, who only gave him half of a shrug (one of her shoulders had been badly injured) and a half-encouraging smile. He still was not accustomed to the changed appearance of his fiancée. Aazuria’s snowy-white hair had been garnished with dozens of strands of freshwater pearls, and gathered into a stylish side-ponytail which hung over her good shoulder. He could not look into her newly cerulean eyes without feeling a small jolt of electricity travel through him. It was silly and superficial that the melanin draining from her body would have such a profound effect on him, but it was what they represented that thrilled him most: her true self was bared to him, all her secrets exposed in her new skin.
They would be married soon, but not soon enough for his liking.
He realized that he felt a bit jealous of his grandmother; he wished he could have been at Aazuria’s side for five hundred years. The loyal bond between the women was so fierce that he could hardly understand or relate to it. He had never loved anyone that hard, or for that long. There was his younger brother Callder whom he had taken care of for most of his life, but that relationship had been strained even at its best. As Trevain beheld Aazuria’s stately posture he realized he was hoping to learn what it was like to be devoted to someone for centuries. He was only a normal almost-fifty-year-old man, and not too long ago he had considered himself elderly. How quickly everything had changed.
Aazuria sent him a puzzled smile, and he realized that he had been staring at her, lost in thought. He cleared his throat before turning back to Visola. “I’m very sorry to have stolen your woman, grandma.” He was lying. He was not really sorry.
“Okay, cool it with the ‘grandma’ shtick. It’s making me uncomfortable. Just call me ‘General’ for now.” Visola grimaced. It was a peculiar situation, because the red-haired warrior woman still looked like she was in her twenties. “For the record,” she said, “I’m completely straight, and so is Aazuria, but I was just trying to demonstrate the unparalleled breadth and intensity of my love for her. She is as close to me as my own sister—and my own sister is my identical twin, in case you haven’t noticed!”
“I noticed,” Trevain said, glancing at the other green-eyed redhead in the room. The quiet doppelganger was leaning against a wall with her arms crossed, rolling her eyes at her sister’s temper and unobtrusively observing the conversation. He feared having to deal with another overbearing and aggressive matriarch like Visola. (One was truly enough.) However, his curiosity and politeness won out, and he extended his hand in greeting to the woman in the shadows. “We haven’t been int
roduced.”
The woman straightened and moved towards him to accept his greeting. “I am Sionna,” she said simply. He was immediately surprised by the difference in her demeanor. Although she was a duplicate of Visola, her expression was infinitely calmer, and her voice was infinitely more tranquil. It was impossible that anyone would confuse the two sisters after a few seconds of hearing each of them speak. Once Sionna clasped his hand, she seemed to realize that it was not affectionate enough, and she smiled and gave him a gentle hug. “I’m delighted to meet you. Aazuria has told us great things, but some of us did not believe them.” She glanced at her sister dryly as she said this, momentarily forgetting that she had been just as suspicious and disapproving.
“Should I have believed her, Sio?” Visola immediately snapped. “He did try to hurt her. Several times. If I hadn’t been there…”
“I doubt he really meant to… but it does not matter. The past is in the past,” Sionna said to her sister. She turned back to Trevain with a warm smile. “Don’t bother calling me great-aunt. That would be strange. Technically I have the same DNA as your grandmother, so I could be considered—oh, never mind. I sometimes ramble on and on about everything biology-related, so just stop me if I get boring. You may call me Auntie Sio if you like. That’s what your mum used to call me when she was a wee thing.”
Trevain was a bit surprised at the thought of his mother being young; he had never known anyone from his mother’s side of the family. Now that he was in Adlivun, he could fill in the pieces of his life that had always been missing. “It’s great to meet you, Auntie Sio.”
Visola frowned. “Don’t get too cozy with him, sis. He may have our blood, but he was not raised among us. We have no idea what large, crucial fragments of common sense he’s lacking. He put my little girl in an insane asylum for forty years!”
“Psychiatric hospital,” he corrected, but he had lowered his voice and head shamefully.
Aazuria stepped in then, seeing his discomfort. She slipped her arm around him gently. “This has been a rather touching family reunion. Thank you both for so warmly welcoming Trevain.”
“Welcoming?” he asked her in an undertone. “Warmly?”
“Darn, I forgot to pop a fruitcake in the oven.” Visola said, snapping her fingers. “I was too busy winning a war.” When Trevain sent Aazuria an awkward look, Visola cheerfully took her rifle off her back and pointed it at Trevain. “Hey, grandson, do you want to see how my underwater assault rifle works?”
“No, thank you.” He rubbed his arm, remembering the impact of the previous bullet which she had shot between the bones of his forearm. The wound had not completely healed, but he knew that he had deserved that bullet. Long after the scar had faded, it would still be depressing to remember his own actions which had earned him the sniping from his grandmother.
“She’s just bluffing,” Sionna informed him. “That particular gun fires a heavy tungsten dart and it’s only meant for shooting underwater—it doesn’t aim as well in the air due to different dynamics.”
“Don’t tell him that!” Visola hissed at her sister. She moved forward, placing the muzzle directly in front of his face. “Can’t miss from this range. I will shoot you, kid. I will shoot you in a much more painful location than before.” As she said this, she glanced down at his nether regions and wiggled her eyebrows menacingly. Visola’s threatening stare had been expertly honed over several generations of threatening, and it was tremendously effective.
“Uh, I…” Trevain took a step back warily.
Aazuria could not hold back a chuckle. She gently elbowed her husband-to-be. “Do not worry so. Your grandmother is the most terrifying thing in all of Adlivun. That is why she is my undefeated general.”
“She still has a gun pointed at my face,” Trevain said matter-of-factly.
“Oh, sweetie. Forgive my impolite sister,” Sionna said, putting her hand on the weapon’s barrel and lowering it. “She’s just very, very new to being a grandmother. Just give her some time, Trevain, and she will warm up to you.”
“I’m warming up to him already,” Visola said with a frosty smile.
“I can see that,” Trevain muttered.
“Dear, how about we check on your mother and Callder?” Aazuria asked, trying to ease the tension in the air. “Sionna will give you a tour of the infirmary.”
“Sounds great,” Trevain said. His head had jerked towards Aazuria at the mention of his younger brother, and he was fairly confident that if he had been a dog his ears would have perked up in recognition of a word that he was particularly fond of. Trevain had not seen his brother in weeks, and he had missed the drunken lout much more than he thought he ever would.
Poor Callder. The Coast Guard had declared him dead months ago.
Chapter 2: My Boat Exploded
“When you said that the commoners lived in ‘volcanic caves’ I imagined… well, I imagined plain old caves,” Trevain said, looking around in awe as they navigated the ornate corridors.
“They are caves, are they not?” Aazuria asked in confusion.
“Yes, but they’re…” he looked around, trying to find the words. “They’re…”
“Did you think we lived in primitive Neolithic dwellings with stick figures decorating the walls?” she asked him with amusement. Her indigo eyes and silvery hair glistened in the firelight of the gilded candelabras they passed.
“I just didn’t imagine this! I feel like I’m walking through the hallways of the Palace of Versailles.”
Aazuria nodded once, not missing a beat in her brisk stride. “That structure is exactly what our designs are based on. My family moved here from Europe around the same time that Versailles was being expanded. It was the popular palatial style, and Papa was partial to it.”
Trevain shook his head, smiling. “I have to admit that when your sisters first told me about your underwater world, I didn’t expect such a high quality of life. Libraries, schools, mines, marketplaces and hospitals. You’re pretty much self-subsistent. Growing acres of mushrooms and farming huge pools of fish and domesticated manatees—which, by the way, are delicious.”
“We even have a natural reserve for a tame, lovable creature that humans hunted to extinction everywhere else. Have you heard of Steller’s sea-cow?” Aazuria asked him. When he shook his head, she smiled. “Of course, like land-dwellers, our people still fish and hunt for sport and for delicacies, but we try to respect the purity of the Arctic waters and sustainability of life here. We are a very independent people, with hardly any trade or commerce between the various undersea nations.”
“This is all so mind-blowing. I have always fished so close to these islands, and I had no clue all of this was under here,” he said with wonder. He turned to glance at her again, observing the proud silhouette of her nose and chin. “If I had known that such treasures existed, I would have gone hunting for them in my youth.”
“Do not even begin lamenting your youth again. You are but one twelfth of my age!” she said, shaking her head. “Your own home is of comparable grandeur, just with a modern layout. Besides, you know that what is mine is now yours to share.” She glanced at him, and saw that he was looking at her with admiration. She had misunderstood. He did not mean the treasures of her kingdom. She felt her cheeks flush with heat—she knew that her blush was exponentially more visible through her now-pale cheeks.
“I just wish I had met you sooner,” he said softly.
A smile came to her lips. “Each meeting occurs at the precise moment for which it was meant. Usually, when it will have the greatest impact on our lives.”
“We’re here,” Sionna called out to the couple. She and her sister had been walking ahead of them and conversing quietly. The candlelit corridor extended out into the infirmary. “We have unusually high numbers of wounded at the moment due to the recent battle…”
“And it was only the first wave,” Visola added with a frown. “We have to get everyone healed and start preparing immediately for the
next. It could be at any time.”
Sionna nodded. “The infirmary isn’t usually this chaotic and crowded, but we have some of our allies from Japan here as well. The Clan of the Ningyo.”
“Ningyo?” Trevain asked curiously as he followed the twins. “Like the weird fish-people from the folklore?”
Sionna regarded the ceiling with exasperation. “Please, Trevain. You’re an intelligent young man. Just forget everything you know about sea mythology. They’re exactly like us: just people, no tails.”
“They have incredible fighting skill though,” Visola said. “Many of them trained with the samurai. They still follow the code and teach it to their young. So be respectful when you run into them. Especially Queen Amabie! You want to bow deeply when you greet her. She was known and feared by the samurai—speaking of which, her millennial is coming up in a few years, and we’re going to have a huge bash. I have no idea what to get her… what do you get for the queen who has everything?”
“Her millennial?” Trevain asked in disbelief.
“Her thousandth birthday,” Aazuria explained to him. His face registered surprise. How could he possibly bow deeply enough to honor a thousand-year-old samurai queen?
“Intensive care is through those doors,” Sionna said, pointing. “If you ever need me and I’m not at the palace, this is usually where you will be able to find me. There are a few other wings over there, but Callder is in… hey! Zuri, get back here.”
As soon as Sionna had turned away from the intensive care wing, Aazuria had tried to slip away from them. She paused and turned back to face Sionna with a distressed look on her face. “I need to see her,” she whispered. “I held Elandria while she almost died in my arms.”
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