It’s Time - Elucien (Part 4)
Things have been relatively quiet in the Night Court but the same cannot be said for the human lands. Chaos ensues…. queens battle, bargains are made, weddings of former lovers take place and in the midst of it all are Elain Archeron and Lucien Vanserra.
Elains heartbeat grew frantic with every drum beating on her each side. The closer they got to the court, the louder and faster the beat of the drums got.
Jurain kept a steady pace as he walked ahead of her. He casually winked at the bystanders witnessing the arrival of the supposed murderer of Lady Regina, betrothed of Lord Grayson.
She could hear the whispers.
Murderer
Nothing like a woman scorned, I tell you
Meek thing like her, a killer?
She heard another man mumble something but the man stuttered and didn’t finish the sentence after looking over her shoulder in terror.
A few ladies of the court giggled at Jurians antics and confident strut. Elain peeked behind her and sure enough there was Lucein Vanserra, his face straight and jaw tight while guarding her back. There was an occasional roll of his eyes whenever Jurian stopped to flirt with a woman or two.
Lucien wore full court attire. His pants were black and his white tunic was covered with a dark brown jacket adorned with Autumn colours. His hair was shorter compared to how it used to be but he still could tie it, which is what he had done today.
She slowed her steps and waited until Lucien was walking besides her.
“This might go wrong”, she whispered.
Lucien gave her a quick side glance before looking ahead.
“Why?”
“I’ll be questioned and I am a terrible liar.”
“Exactly how terrible are we talking?”
Elain chewed on her bottom lip before responding, “If they ask me about my whereabouts that day… I won’t be able to lie. I go a shade of bright red and start stuttering.”
Lucien stayed silent for so long, Elain thought he wouldn’t respond.
“You’ll be fine.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“I am hardly ever wrong, Lady Elain.”
They slowed down as they finally reached the court steps. He turned towards her and offered her a small smile.
“You won’t need to lie. Just answer the questions truthfully.”
“But..”
“Lady Archeron, please proceed to the dias”, announced the clerk.
The Queen overseeing the Narona region took her seat. Four lords of the realm took their seat, two on each side of the Queen.
Elain crossed the rows of benches where everyone deemed important and respectable had gathered. She nodded to her sisters who sat alongside their mates. Feyre offered her an encouraging smile and tapped on her heart.
Stay strong. You’ll be fine, we’re here for you.
A nagging feeling of guilt crept up Elains throat. How many times must her family come to her rescue.Elain shook herself out of those thoughts. Now was not the time.
Her steps faltered as her eyes met Graysons. He sat next to the opposition court leader, almost snarling at her.
She felt a warm strong hand on her back. She turned up to see Lucien, who encouraged her with his eyes to move forward. The glint of gold whirring into focus on her freckles.
“As much as I appreciate all this suspense, can I request we get through this quickly? You’ll be doing me a favour Lady Elain.”
Elain frowned up at him. Surely he knows how difficult this day was for her. She was just about to let the sudden anger get the best of her when a wicked gleam entered Luciens eye.
“It’s just that I’ve got the worlds worst wedgie and I can’t fix it in front of all these fancy pants surrounding us.”
Elain couldn’t help it. A surprised short laugh escaped her lips and she quickly snorted in a very unladylike manner to conceal her amusement.
Lucien offered her a low bow and ushered her towards the dias.
She knew he was just using humour to relax her but she appreciated it nonetheless. Appreciated even more so considering how they hadn’t been on the best of terms.
Elain marched up the steps of the dias and sat with her back straight, ready to take on the oppositions questions.
“Neil Rastra, oppositions representative your Majesty.”
The Queen nodded and looked towards the defenders table. Jurian and Lucien sat as if they had no worries in the world.
Elain frowned. No one discussed who’d be representing her. She assumed they would have hired someone. She was wrong because a second later Lucien stood up from his seat and bowed to the Queen.
“Lucien Vanserra, defendants representative your Majesty.”
Elain’s heartbeat stuttered.
“Credentials gentlemen….”, announced a lord, “and fae”, he sneered.
Lucien simply smirked.
The oppositions representative listed several credentials, one of which was studying the esteemed qualification of laws in the foreign terala region. Only a select few from around the world got the honour of studying there. Elain had to stop herself from gulpin in nervousness. Grayson offered her an evil smile as if to tell her this would be her doom.
As the lord turned to Lucien, Grayson snickered.
Lucien offered him a bored look before straightening the lapels of his jacket.
“Lucien Vanserra, Son of the High Lord of Autumn Court, Emissary to the Night Court, Governer-General to Queen Vassa’s army and…”, he paused to smile towards the oppositions bench.
“a senior law advocate graduate from Terala. Associate professor and honorary vice dean of the legal and justice school.”
A gasp of surprise paved its way through the court room.
The oppositions representative mouth had fell open. So had Cassians. Jurian just sat and snickered.
Well, wasn’t the fox full of surprises.
… To be continued
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Nerentians (SRB: Неретвљани/Neretvljani) were one of Serb tribes that settled in Balkans under the leadership of Unknown Duke from Lusatian Serbia in Germany. Out of all Serb and possibly all Slavic tribes that settled in Balkans, they were the last to convert to Christianity and were famous for their pirate skills and by regular attacks on Byzantine ships. Type of ship they used was called Sagena and reminded on Scandinavian "Drakkar" ship. Byzantine emperor Constantine VII Porfirogenetus stressed in "De Administrado Imperio" that their land was called "Pagania" due to them being descendants of unbaptized Serbs who didn't baptize and convert when rest of the Serbs did. In "De Administrado Imperio" it is also mentioned that in 639 AD, Roman city of Narona was devastated by attack of Slavs and Avars, few years later Slavic tribes took control of lower Neretva. Serbs built a new town on ruins of Narona and erected a monument to their pagan god Svetovid on ruin of old roman temple. According to Arthur Evans, Narentia/Pagania became a stronghold for Slavic pagans in Balkans similarly to Slavic stronghold at Arkona on German island of Rügen. In 642, Serb tribes invaded southern Italy and attacked Siponto by ships from Pagania and Dalmatian coast. By February 840 AD, Narentian piracy reached Istria. In 840, Venetian - Frankish treaty included common fight against Serb Narentian tribes. In 846 AD, Narentians reached close to Venice itself and raided nearby Caorle. When in 870 Narentians kidnapped Bishop of Rome's emmisaries returning to home from the Fourth Council in Constantinople, the Byzantines used this as good pretext to attack and force them into submission. A bit later Serb tribes of Narentines, Zachumlians, Travunians, Konavlians, Ragusans together with Croats crossed over the sea to Langobardia in Italy and took Bari. Narentians were finally defeated during Venetian crackdown at the turn of 10th century.
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