In the middle of the night, Adam’s plan unfolded nicely. Although he was alone there in the Pentheral Palace, he had planned meticulously for this event. Since coming to stay with his brother, he had observed him closely, Aldin’s patterns of speech, movement, and so on. He had practised impersonations of Aldin in his room on his own, and to his own satisfaction, he was confident he could trick the guards so that he could enter into Asara’s room.
He didn’t have any of Aldin’s clothes though, but he decided to just wear some underwear, wrap himself in his duvet, and walk slowly, slouchedly (like Aldin would do at night) to Asara’s room. When he passed the guards, he could hear one of them whispering to the other, “that’s the pentheros isn’t it?” and the other replying “of course it is, don’t be stupid!”
Adam smiled to himself.
He knocked on Asara’s room and felt the door handle. To his surprise, it wasn’t locked, so he decided to enter the room without getting Asara’s permission. In the dim room, he scouted for things. He found an interesting accessory to the curtains. A curtain rope. But to get there, he needed to get to Asara.
The empress woke up, but before she could get any bearings, Adam rushed to her, sitting on her, and smothering her face with a pillow.
“If you make any sound, I’ll do to do you what I did to Liv, and then I’ll kill you like I did to Kettei.”
Asara complied. Adam didn’t care about what went through in Asara’s mind, as long as she was quiet and weak, all would be well. While holding her down, with a pillow still over her face, but with less force so that she could actually breathe, Adam untangled the curtain and got that rope, and tied it around Asara’s neck.
“Now, bitch, we’re off to your little shuttle. Lead the way.”
Adam snickered. Asara looked like a literal bitch now. A she-dog. Her hair was all over the place, and she had a leash on her, and Adam was the one in charge.
If she was any hotter, he might have wanted to take her. But nah. Sure, it had been years since he had been with a woman, but in the monastery, he had trained his own acolytes to serve his needs in every single way he wanted. There was no way she could give him any of that pleasure, as resisting as she would be. No fun in that. He had a greater plan instead.
“Oh wait!” he cried as they were almost out of Asara’s room. He pulled the leash toward him, and Asara fell to the floor, coughing and out of breath. “We need to find a way to keep you quiet.”
Adam looked around the room, and in the end, he found some of Asara’s clothing. He used one of her shawls to gag her. He had one problem extra though; he had no clothes on. But he decided against using any of Asara’s. He wouldn’t go that low to humiliate himself. He’d rather walk in his underwear. Clothing could be sorted later.
When confident that Asara was properly tied up and had no way of escaping from him, that her fate would be bound with his, he told Asara to leave the room, quickly followed by Adam who held her in his arms, as the two cousins walked slowly in the corridor. The only guard by Asara’s door was about to sound the alarm, when Adam cautioned him.
“If you make any alarm, I will kill your empress right now, right here. Unarm yourself”
The guard looked at Asara and then did as he was told. Adam quickly picked up the guard’s weapons – an automatic gun and a knife. Then he told the guard to undress. “I need your clothes, you see.”
“They’re not your size,” replied the guard (who was 15 cm taller than Adam) as he undressed himself.
“Doesn’t matter. It’s cold.”
The guard took off all his clothes, his undershirt and underpants excepting.
“All of them,” ordered Adam, and the poor guard complied. When the guard fiddled with his socks in order to get them off, Adam slit the guard’s throat, and then stabbed him with it in his heart. He died rather quickly, but not, as Adam thought, quickly enough. He needed to get better at this for the next one.
As the pair then continued walking through the Pentheral Palace toward the shuttle bay on the grounds outside, all guards who came close all lay down their weapons as they realized that the fate of their empress depended on them.
“Don’t worry,” Adam would assure them. “I’ll let your empress go, I just need her shuttle. Let me get to the shuttle, and I’ll set her free. I promise. I’ve no quarrel with her, she’s done me nothing wrong.”
“Sshh…,” he whispered to Asara’s ear. “Trust me, cuz. I don’t want to harm you. I just want to get out of here. I’ll set you free, I promise.”
In the end, he arrived at the shuttle, Asara attached to his leash.
He knew that Asara’s shuttle would have an autopilot. He wouldn’t need a pilot. He just needed Asara to help him programme it.
“Okay – everyone, I just need the empress to programme the autopilot for me… then I’ll set her free, I promise you all. On the life of my son, I will set her free!”
Asara opened the Imperial Shuttle – a magnificent little suborbital ship, and the two of them entered.
“Where do you want to go?” she asked and pressed a button of some kind.
“Shirekeep, of course. I need to speak to my mother.”
“Okay… Computer – set a course for Raynor’s Keep shuttlepad.”
“That’s it? I just have to talk to it?”
“Pretty much. Press that button over there, and speak to the computer.”
“Cool… Now sit down, I need to make sure it works.”
The door had closed, and the engines started up. Asara sat down in a chair.
“Computer –,” he began, looked at Asara, and smiled. “Set a course for the Palace of Whales in Walstadt.” The computer replied by beeping appropriately. Adam tied Asara up in the chair and gagged her. Her voice would only annoy her.
“Don’t worry, I’ll set you free soon. We just need to get moving. You’re my protection. I’ll set you free when we get to Walstadt – I promise. No one is gonna hurt you there. You’re there fucking empress, hah!”
And then, the Empress’s shuttle was up in the air. Adam in it, Asara in it.