When Blood Runs Cold

[Queen Nia]

Everything I do is for Azgeda SHE'S GOING TO CATCH A COLD Nia was on a mission. The end goal, to overthrow the current Heda. That part was no secret to those she divulged her plans to. It was the small matter of her own hidden Nightblood that was an addition to this plan. One that would not be revealed until the conclave. Ever since Nia was forced to banish her son, ever since she was forced to witness the naive child on the Heda's throne . . . her animosity grew. The war against Trikru still festered, but right now, her war against Lexa took precedence. Particularly after the events of Mount Weather. A chance to claim vengeance. Blood must have blood. Forever ripped from their grasp. Nia knew her own Azgeda warriors would rather die than flee like cowards. Like they were forced to. This, would surely be what made the others lose favor and faith in their Heda. And this, was what Nia had been waiting for all these years. The opportune moment, to rally the support of the other clans. Which brought her to Yujleda. She knew of them of course. And believe she could gain their support in her plan for a coup once everything else was set in motion. She approached main gates, her gait confident, flanked by her Azgeda soldiers. "I am Queen Nia of Azgeda," she stated with a strong voice. "And I am here to speak to Emperor Kiawah of Yujleda." Her words were practically a command, expecting an audience with him; demanding it, rather than requesting. The gates were opened to her as she began to step inside, while her soldiers were forced to surrender their weapons. Nia nodded for them to comply. She did not come here to start a war . . . for once. Motioning for only two of her warriors to accompany her, they stood on either side as she was escorted through the main doors, revealing the Emperor. She had no tension with Kiawah. He nor his clan had ever been cause for concern for her. She had no intention of changing that. "I come to share condolence . . . for what occurred at Mount Weather." The words, a way of sensing where Kiawah stood. Whether he approved of Lexa's actions or whether he, like some others -- with any hope all of the others -- were in disapproval of her acts. FROM THE ICE INSIDE HER SOUL Template by Lachrymosa of Adoxography 2.0

Tag @kiawah Mood: Vengeful Location: Yujleda Land

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News had traveled to Kia quickly that the Queen of Azgeda had arrived at their gates. Kia had Vero ready their warriors as those watching the entry recognized who was approaching, and Kia had been ready to join them, but when the Queen did arrive, her warriors had turned over their weapons without protest, and Yujleda warriors were told to stand down. There had never been direct conflict between Azgeda and Yujleda, and if the Queen was not seeking it, Kia did not either. He didn't care for the woman or the sometimes excessive brutality of her clan, but he was more than willing to maintain a relationship with her, if only for politically advantageous reasons.

Vero was standing just behind his shoulder, as he often did, as Nia entered the mansion. He did not look back at his General, but he had a pretty good feeling Vero was probably glaring down the two warriors flanking Nia. Kia listened as she spoke, then took a few steps toward Nia, stopping at an appropriate distance not to cause her guards to suspect he had any intention to cause harm. "You've come a long way only to simply offer condolences," he said, a small, diplomatic smile forming on his face. It wasn't forced, but it was a well-practiced expression that looked nothing like the smile that graced his face when he was actually happy. This smile was... political.

He didn't know what her intentions were, based on what she'd said, so his answer also gave away nothing, only that they both knew if she'd traveled this far, she had more on her mind than condolences. "Come, share a drink. I'm sure you're tired from your travels," he said, a polite invitation to further conversation. He inclined his head toward another room where he often entertained guests and allies as he spoke. With that, he turned and headed that way, with his back turned he presented no threat, and he expected no assault... and that Vero would follow. He told a servant to fetch drinks for him and his guest, entering the room and waiting for her to sit before he did the same.

Tag: Queen Nia