Chapter 130: Rose bargain

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Chapter 130: Rose bargain The palace guards snapped to attention as they approached, their synchronized bows creating a wave of deference that rippled through the corridors. Rose’s eyes swept across the familiar yet changed interior, taking in the subtle alterations that decades had wrought. New tapestries hung where old ones had been, depicting battles she didn’t recognize, victories won in her absence. Her gaze climbed the soaring walls until it found what she was looking for—a massive mural dominating the eastern wall. There she was, frozen in crystallized memory, her younger self wielding twin blades of fire and ice as she carved through an entire battalion. The artist had captured the moment perfectly: Rose’s hair whipping behind her like liquid shadow, her eyes blazing with elemental fury, enemy forces scattering like leaves before a hurricane. "I see you’ve changed your design," Rose said, her voice carrying across the vast entrance hall, "but you cannot erase my memory and the great deeds I accomplished for the Aetherian Kingdom when I was captain." Sasha’s scarred face twisted into something between a sneer and a smile. "Those were the ancient days, sister. Glory fades, but duty endures." The massive palace doors groaned open before them, each panel carved from single pieces of elemental crystal that shifted color with the light. Guards flanked the entrance, their ceremonial armor gleaming with inlaid runes that pulsed with contained power. They moved in perfect synchronization, their training evident in every gesture. The throne room stretched before them like a cathedral of power. Pillars of living flame supported a ceiling that seemed to contain entire storm systems, clouds rolling and lightning flickering in miniature displays of weather tamed for architectural beauty. The floor was a mosaic of precious stones arranged in patterns that told the history of their people—conquest, sacrifice, the endless dance of elements in service to their kingdom. At the room’s heart sat the Obsidian Throne, carved from a single piece of volcanic glass that seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it. Upon it rested a figure that embodied the eternal balance of their realm. The Queen was a study in duality made flesh. Her left side was draped in fabrics so black they seemed to drink in the surrounding light, the darkness so complete it appeared to writhe and breathe with its own malevolent life. Her right side blazed in pristine white that hurt to look at directly, the purity so absolute it seemed to generate its own illumination. Even her face was divided—the left half hidden behind a mask of obsidian that reflected nothing, the right concealed by ivory so pale it seemed translucent. Every soul in the throne room dropped to their knees as one, their voices rising in perfect harmony: "Allo ream, the light of our kingdom, the darkness of our enemy, we greet thee." The Queen’s gesture was subtle but unmistakable. Around the room, hundreds of bowed figures rose as one, their movement creating a whisper of fabric and armor that echoed through the vast space. She stood then, and her footsteps rang through the throne room like hammer blows on an anvil. Each step carried the weight of absolute authority, the sound reverberating off the crystal pillars and storm-touched ceiling until it seemed the very palace was announcing her approach. "Guardian of our kingdom," the Queen’s voice carried the resonance of distant thunder, "welcome." She inclined her masked head toward Sasha, a gesture so slight it might have been imagined. But Sasha understood immediately, her hands moving to the burning restraints around Rose’s wrists. The metal dissolved like morning mist, leaving Rose’s skin unmarked but tingling with residual power. The Queen began to circle them, her divided form creating an unsettling effect as light and shadow seemed to war around her presence. The assembled court remained motionless, their breathing the only sound as their ruler moved with predatory grace. "After decades of searching for the one who once brought peace to our kingdom," the Queen continued, her circuit taking her behind Rose’s still figure, "the gods must be merciful to return you to us." Rose’s voice cut through the ceremonial atmosphere like a blade through silk. "I have come not to return, but to seek your help, Your Highness." The temperature in the throne room plummeted. Ice began forming on the nearest pillars as the Queen’s displeasure manifested in the very air around them. When she spoke again, her voice carried the bite of winter storms and the heat of volcanic fury. "Help?" The word dripped with arctic contempt. "You abandon your post, desert your people in their hour of greatest need, and now you return speaking of help rather than duty?" Rose remained perfectly still, her composure unshaken by the Queen’s mounting rage. "I left to search for my family, Your Majesty. You knew this when I departed. The choice was mine to make, and make it I did." "Your family?" The Queen’s laugh was like breaking glass. "Your family was here! Your sisters in arms, your sworn monarch, your sacred duty to protect this realm!" "Blood calls to blood," Rose replied calmly. "You of all people should understand that truth." For a moment, the only sound was the distant rumble of the miniature storms trapped in the ceiling above. The Queen’s circling had brought her back to face Rose directly, the divided mask somehow conveying fury despite its lack of expression. "What help," the Queen asked finally, each word precise as a surgical cut, "do you dare request of me?" Rose lifted her chin slightly, meeting the hidden gaze behind the mask. "Help me secure the Veilwalker." The words hit the throne room like a physical blow. Courtiers gasped, guards shifted nervously, and the very air seemed to thicken with tension. Several of the assembled nobles took involuntary steps backward, as if the name itself carried contamination. The Queen’s voice, when it came, was deadly quiet. "It is forbidden to interfere with the world of element wielders beyond our borders. The Veilwalker walks between realms that are not ours to command. To seek him is to court disaster for our entire kingdom." "How," the Queen continued, her tone sharpening, "do you even know of the Veilwalker’s existence?" Rose’s expression remained carefully neutral. "It’s a long story, Your Majesty." "Then make it brief." "There is a war coming," Rose said, her words carrying the weight of prophecy. "It will consume everything in its path, including the Aetherian Kingdom. The enemy has a name—Kiada." The Queen went utterly still. Around the room, several courtiers made warding gestures, their faces pale with recognition and terror. "The Thief of All Elements," the Queen whispered, and the title seemed to leech warmth from the very stones beneath their feet. "You remember the legends then," Rose said. "She who can steal the elemental gifts from any wielder, who can turn our greatest strengths into her weapons. She stirs again, and when she comes, no kingdom will stand against her—not without the Veilwalker’s power." The Queen resumed her pacing, but now her steps carried a different rhythm—the measured tread of a strategist weighing impossible odds. "The Veilwalker is beyond our reach," she said finally. "Even if we could locate him, the risks—" "I know where he is," Rose interrupted. "I know how to reach him. All I need is your support, your resources, and your permission to act in the kingdom’s name." "And in return?" Rose’s pause was barely perceptible, but in it lay the weight of destiny. "After you help me rescue him, I promise to return to the kingdom. To take up my duties as captain once more, if you’ll have me." Silence stretched between them like a drawn bowstring. The Queen’s mask seemed to drink in the light from the pillars, while the white half of her face blazed with inner illumination. "Has the Veilwalker," the Queen asked slowly, "mastered the act of Tuna?" Rose’s expression flickered—just for an instant—with something that might have been resignation. "Yes, my Queen." The Queen’s laughter erupted without warning, a sound so unexpected and unprecedented that it sent shockwaves through the assembled court. For centuries, their ruler had never so much as smiled in public. Now she threw back her divided head and laughed with genuine, terrifying delight. Courtiers exchanged bewildered glances. Guards shifted uncertainly at their posts. Sasha’s scarred face went pale with confusion and growing dread. "You may do whatever you wish," the Queen said when her mirth finally subsided, "but my bargain comes with terms. The Veilwalker will perform a Tuna with me—and with Captain Sasha." Sasha’s face went from pale to crimson in an instant. "Me? My Queen, I—" The Queen’s gesture silenced her mid-sentence. "Those are my terms, Rose the Flame-Walker. Do you accept?" Rose’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly, but her voice remained steady. "Very well, my Queen." The words seemed to seal something in the air around them, a pact forged in the crucible of necessity and ancient power. The Queen’s laughter had stopped, but the echo of it seemed to linger in the crystal pillars and storm-touched ceiling, a reminder that even gods could be amused by the desperation of mortals. Around them, the court remained frozen in tableau, witnesses to a bargain that would reshape the fate of kingdoms—if any of them survived what was coming.

Chapter 130: Rose bargain

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