Chapter 19: Chapter Nineteen

Elaine couldn't hide her awe as she was swept into the command center on Gavin's arm. Screens flashed across the walls, assaulting her senses. Mountainous landscapes, unfamiliar maps and aerial views of sprawling cities flickered before her eyes.

Winged soldiers, uniformed officers and humble clerks rushed to and fro. Determined tension was upon each person’s face. A testament to their individual loyalties for her husband's new government.

Dozens of eyes turned as one when the royal couple emerged through the door. Conversation drifted off as those present bowed in respect. Without comment, Gavin led her to a canopied armchair against the far wall. An oval table stretched before her, lined with twenty chairs.

“I regret the interruption at this crucial time,” Gavin said, his voice echoing throughout the control room. “I wish to address the council. Could everyone else wait outside? This will only take a few moments and then your work may continue.”

There a short pause before the staff made a quick shuffle for the door. The room fell quiet other than a few throats being cleared. In silence, Gavin sat at the head of the table. His uniformed officers copied him. One by one took a seat, their armor glinting in the bright, overhead lights.

Footmen distributed mysterious black envelopes to each soldier and left once their task was complete.

With a frown, Elaine noticed that Antonius had been sat by her husband’s right hand while Lucas had been seated several seats down. There was something about Gavin’s best friend which just didn’t sit well with her. She wondered why such loyalty had been given to the unpleasant man.

A dark, intimidating soldier rose from his chair. “My lord, I believed that a consensus had been reached. May I ask why this second meeting has been called?”

“The council reached a consensus,” Gavin said, using a calm, measured tone. “I didn’t fully agree.”

“But the plans have been put into action already. The troops are preparing to march on Darius as we speak.”

“And why has such an action gone ahead without my approval?”

The soldier blinked under Gavin's intense scrutiny. “My lord, the late Emperor Hadrian followed the will of the council. If there was an unanimous agreement among his advisors, his permission was forthcoming.”

“A new time has dawned. I do not intend upon following my father's policies. Be seated, Commander Septimus.” Gavin stood, leaning both hands on the table. “Each one of you has given his opinion on the best way to handle my brother. There is only one person who hasn’t spoken. Myself, gentlemen.”

Discontented murmurs trickled around the table. Elaine could feel the tension rising into the air. Gavin’s body leaned lazily against the table though his green eyes pierced each man in turn. Strength radiated from him, controlling the room and everyone in it.

“The council’s advice has been duly noted and appreciated. However, I have given careful thought to the dilemma and developed a different strategy. Darius cannot be underestimated. His supporters may be few but his ambition and charisma gives him a distinct advantage over us. Therefore, we are not going to attack his stronghold.”

A soldier with graying hair and a stern brow spoke up. “My lord, our forces outnumber his ten to one. This insurrection could be squelched with one quick battle. Your father would have had no mercy on such a traitor.”

“General Tullius, you served my father well for six decades. But I have taken the throne per this council’s request. Antonius was sent to bring me back if I was still alive. I did so despite being condemned falsely. I’m here now but I am not my father. I refuse to let my reign begin with a needless massacre.”

Lucas nodded in agreement. “Whatever is required, everyone at this table should support you, my lord. How do you want to handle Darius?”

Gavin straightened and softened, glancing from face to expectant face. “I want an invitation to be sent out to him. A meeting between him and I on equal terms to negotiate a peaceful division of power. So what must be done next is...”

A young hothead shot out of his seat. “My lord, you can’t be serious! If he is left alive after the dust clears, there won’t be a conniving thief on Novus who isn’t plotting to end your reign.”

“You are out of line, Centurion Rigdel,” Gavin said, his eyes snapping. “You may object by all means but don’t ever interrupt me again. Leave us and wait outside. Your orders will be given once this meeting has concluded.”

Elaine almost felt sorry for the foolish, red-faced young man who slunk from the table. Once he was gone, Gavin sat down slowly. The other men didn’t dare breathe another word. She struggled against the proud smile playing around her mouth.

“As I was saying, my plan must remain confidential. Information will be given on a need to know basis. Only I will know the entire plan.” Gavin motioned to the envelopes on the table. “In these are your orders. Read and memorize the words then burn the paper before leaving here. I don’t want information to be leaked from this room. If any is released, I'll know exactly who did it.”

“With all due respect, my lord, do you hold that much distrust for your military council?” Lucas asked. “This is not how the former government was run.”

Thoughtful, Gavin leaned back in his chair. “The truth? I can’t completely trust anyone at this table. I made the mistake once of trusting too freely and thankfully I lived through it. I can’t forget that only Antonius argued against my recent trial, conviction and unjust punishment for treason.”

Elaine gulped nervously from her seat, recognizing tight anger buried within her husband’s voice. Except for Antonius, every man bowed his head in shame. Paper rustled as the men opened their envelopes and read the contents.

“Are your orders understood?” Gavin asked, receiving quiet, contrite nods in return. “Very good. Proceed in your individual duties. I am sure the future will see calmer seas between us.”

The council bowed and filed out, tossing the envelopes into a trash incinerator as they passed. Antonius stayed behind, remaining seated. She took the opportunity to walk over and stand by Gavin’s chair. Her hand rested lightly on his shoulder as he conversed with his friend.

“Has the signal been established to Darius’ location in Atlas?”

Antonius nodded solemnly. “Yes, you may transmit whenever. You’re sure this is the proper action to take?”

“You doubt me too? I expected much more from you, my friend.”

“I don’t doubt you exactly. Just that I'm more comfortable storming Darius’ stronghold head on. Hesitating could give him time to gain strength.”

“Your concerns are duly noted.” Gavin rubbed his temple. “Prepare the equipment. We’ll follow shortly.”

As he left, the soldier cast a sidelong glance at Elaine. She matched his appraising look. Annoyance flickered in his brown eyes but something else too. Perhaps a hint of respect resided there. He didn’t have a choice now at any rate. A queen outranked a mere centurion.

When they were alone, Gavin sought her hand and gripped it firmly. A weary tremor passed through his slumped body. She squeezed his fingers, wishing to take the burden from his shoulders.

“Darling, are you feeling ill? Your cheeks are flushed.”

“No, I feel fine,” he said gruffly, his back stiffening. “Shall we confront Darius?”

“Yes, but then you are going to take a nap. You have been through a severe illness and the body requires rest to heal.”

“There are so many matters to iron out today...”

“Don’t try that excuse on me, my love. Those matters can wait for an hour or two so you can catch some sleep.”

“I’ll think about it.” He smiled and kissed her hand. “How did I manage before I had you to cluck over me?”

“You managed very badly as I recall.”

A grimace pulled his mouth down as he stood up. “I don’t want to talk to him, Elaine. I really don't.”

“I know. You’ll do fine. Remember that you are the emperor and he is the traitor. Don’t let him goad you into losing your temper. Keep breathing.”

“I’ll do my best,” he said, standing. “The stage room is this way.”

She shadowed him through the command center and entered a small, curious room. Three walls had been painted with dull, gray paint. On the immediate left, the fourth wall was white and draped with lavish, blue curtains. Two imperial flags flanked an impressive gold-plated, wood desk etched with vines, lions and eagles. A black screen dominated the opposite wall.

Quite fascinated, Elaine took a seat beside the desk where she would be out of the way. The room's muted silence eased her nerves somewhat. Gavin took his place behind the desk. His body language gave nothing away, despite the anxiety lurking underneath.

Antonius’ voice crackled out of thin air. “Gavin, the connection is secure and ready to be activated.”

“Very good,” Gavin replied, casting a furtive glance at her.

She smiled encouragement even though butterflies were devouring her own stomach. While her husband’s skills weren’t in question, his temper was a different story. If he lost control, bargaining power would switch to his brother.

Flipping two switches under the desk, Gavin cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. “Antonius, I am ready to transmit. Activate the communication.”

Unsure what was happening, Elaine was startled when the black rectangle flickered to life. Darius’ smug face appeared, sporting an arrogant sneer. Her eyes narrowed as she imagined firing a bullet into that smooth forehead.

“My dear younger brother...I see that you survived your untimely incarceration. My apologies for that inconvenience. ”

A tense smile gripped Gavin's mouth. “I am in full health and hardly the worst for wear. I trust that you haven't known illness since last we met?”

“How is that delicious, little morsel you brought to my palace?” Darius grinned, cocking his head. “Pity I didn’t have a chance to sample her primitive delights before she was spirited away. I should have guessed that you would have traitors stationed within my court.”

Elaine had inhaled sharply, her eyes cutting to Gavin’s face. He leaned back in his chair. A casual finger rested against his mouth. His fine lips twisted into a sly smirk.

“Since you have chosen to skip formal pleasantries, I will do the same. I intend upon offering a deal to make peace. My wife is not up for discussion. Understand?”

“Fine. Like I said before, you have always had a superior taste in women. Even if she is a meaningless primitive.” Darius sniffed, glaring down his haughty nose. “As for peace, why should I care what you have to say? You, half-brother, are an imposter. I am the rightful ruler of Novus.”

“I agree with you actually. An emperor’s responsibilities are tiresome and overwhelming for the most part. There needn't be bloodshed between us.”

“And why this sudden change of heart?”

“You have much more experience in political matters.”

“Damn right. While you were playing with swords, I became Hadrian's chief advisor. A perfect position to grow my talents.”

Gavin clenched his jaw. “I require your advice moving forward. I want to step down.”

“These are my terms. Publicly abdicate your claim to the throne and stand aside. Have the Praetorian serum removed from your bloodstream. Do this and support the shift in power. If so, I’ll allow you and your new wife to live out your days in peace as normal citizens.”

Elaine rolled her eyes; this man’s lying tongue knew no limits.

Gavin provided a decent show of thinking over what had been said. “Your proposal might work but there is a minor problem which could interfere. I have tried to convince my council to accept your leadership but they refuse.”

“Those visionless idiots only serve their own interests. What is their latest reason for resisting my rule?”

“A small detail which could dampen a person's popularity. You executed Emperor Hadrian and the entire royal household without a trial.”

Darius had the audacity to laugh. “That was a hasty, emotional decision, I admit. I should have kept them imprisoned for a few months before staging an unfortunate accident or miscommunication. Luckily, the average peasant was made to think you did it. A stroke of genius really.”

Bile burned Elaine's throat as Gavin managed to remain impassive.

“Darius, I didn't ask for this meeting to talk about my father. I want to display our solidarity. Tell me, what will be the best way forward?”

“A public, dual coronation in the Olympian palace. You will be co-emperor in name only while I make all the decisions. Then you will abdicate once my authority has been accepted.”

“A double coronation there shall be. I’m anxious to get on with ridding myself of this job. Could you and your entourage be ready for the event tomorrow at say, midday? I’ll make the preparations to announce this newfound peace.”

“A bit sudden for my preference but very well. Just a thought, brother, before we part company.” Darius leveled a solid glare. “I have eyes everywhere. If there is any treachery being planned, the deal will be terminated immediately. You won't survive.”

Gavin snorted with derision. “And we both know that you are far above betrayal, don’t we?”

“Careful, little brother. Bitterness does not become you. Remember...any betrayal on your part, you'll watch your wife die slowly before you follow her in bloody death. Until tomorrow.”

Elaine sighed with relief when the screen went black. Antonius' voice was heard once more, confirming the transmission was at an end. She leaned back in her chair, trembling with residual emotion.

A deafening, angry growl erupted throughout the room. She jumped out of her skin as Gavin slammed a fist against the desk. The solid wood didn’t stand a chance and splintered in half under such force. Groaning, he fell back into his chair, eyes closed and jaw clenched.

Shaken, Elaine wasn’t sure what to do. Anger was simmering inside him and may go off in any direction. Her instincts screamed not to touch him yet. Waiting him out, she was reminded of another time. When she had sat patiently in a cave, waiting for him to lose consciousness. Cricket had slept by her side then, oblivious to the world’s problems.

How she missed that precious, little dog. He had been able to instantly calm her husband. Now she wasn't sure what to do or how to help.

“Gavin? What can I do?”

“He killed my father...murdered the royal family...and through my exile, drove our mother to suicide.” Anguish filled the whispered words. “I watched my life go up in flames because of him. Never...again.”

An eternity seemed to pass before he lifted his head. Emotional fire burned in his eyes, snapping and crackling. She crossed the distance between them. Her hand brushed his neck but he didn’t respond to the gentle touch. At last, he turned his head.

“I need time alone...to think.”

“Let me help...”

“I am beyond help, Elaine,” his voice lowered into a wounded growl, “Leave me alone. I beg you, get out of here.”

Hurt but smart enough to heed his plea, she left the room, slamming the door. Anger made her palms sweat. Most of the time, Gavin would let her enter his mystical heart. But rare moments would see him shove her away and she wouldn't be allowed inside to ease his torment.

The military personnel had returned to the command center. A few heads turned to look at her as she decided to go for a walk. Turning toward the exit, she was confronted by her second least favorite person.

Antonius stepped into view. She scowled, certainly not in the mood for the man’s sniping comments. The past few weeks had been hell itself. There was far too much on her plate and she was fed up. One taciturn man at a time was enough to handle.

“He needs a few minutes to himself,” she said sharply, brushing past him. “I would thank you not to bother him and leave me alone while you're at it.”

Ignoring her irritation, he followed her. “Actually, my lady, it is you with whom I wish to speak.”

She halted in surprise. “Oh? What would you possibly have to talk to me about? You’ve made your views very clear that you think I’m an ignorant, conniving primitive. You haven't left much room for small talk.”

“Please, Your Grace, may we speak in private? I require your help.”

She tilted her head, observing his strange behavior. Glancing around, he was nervous and seemed almost...desperate. There was no arrogance about him which was a pleasant change. With a sigh, she made up her mind to listen.

“Very well, I was thinking about taking a walk to the stables. You may accompany me and we'll talk. But one rude word or comment and I'll tell Gavin about your behavior these past weeks.”

“Fair enough.”

In uncharacteristic silence, he kept pace with her. Eyes and whispers drifted across their path. Elaine straightened her back and walked faster. She wanted no more attention than what was required. Sunlight caressed her skin at last, easing unbearable claustrophobia. Save for two armed guards providing protection from several yards back, she and her companion were alone.

“We are away from itching ears, Antonius. Why did you need a private word?”

“Only the two of us know the full story behind what transpired back there. Gavin's decision could either stop this war or destroy the Imperial Dynasty. The stakes couldn't be higher if he is wrong.”

Elaine rolled her eyes, observing him. “Spare me such dramatics. It is only by his acceptance of the throne that you have kept your position and the planet has a stable ruler. If Gavin had refused, the dynasty would have crumbled.”

“He has gambled the future of billions on a hunch.”

“How dare you criticize him! You haven't seen the torment he has put himself through. I don't know how much more he can take without breaking.”

“My lady, for once I didn't intend to upset you. I trust his judgment but he requires our protection.”

More confused than ever, she didn't know what to say. He cupped her right elbow, guiding them under a shade tree. Before speaking, he glanced around to be sure no one was close enough to eavesdrop.

“What do you mean he needs our protection?” she asked, “He's surrounded by millions of troops.”

“You don't think that Darius will do exactly as expected, do you? He is clever and devious beyond measure.”

“I still don't understand. Gavin has anticipated betrayal. Darius will be taken into custody as soon as he steps foot in his presence.”

“My lady, both of your lives are in grave peril. I have learned of another traitor in our midst.”

Dread shot through her soul. “He has been betrayed twice before. Must he suffer more injustice?”

“Not if we can intercept it.”

“Who is this person and what proof have you?”

“A man who has family ties with the throne. The one you have preferred over myself from the start.”

“For once, would you get to the damn point? I have had a very stressful day and the sun hasn't even climbed to noon yet.”

He cocked an eyebrow. “Very well. A communication has been brought to my attention. Sent from one of Darius' advisors to Tribune Lucas. If Darius is betrayed then he is tasked with assassinating you and Gavin at any personal cost.”

Blood pounded in her ears. Her mind recalled every encounter with Gavin's uncle. He had seemed so caring and concerned over her husband's wellbeing. Could it be that she had been so stupid and blind? Or was Antonius lying, the man she had distrusted all along?

She raised her eyebrows. “Why would I believe you over him? From the beginning, you have been against my union with Gavin. Lucas has shown support when I needed it. For God's sake, he walked me down the aisle yesterday!”

Antonius heaved a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Listen, I never objected to you...exactly, that is. I've been friends with Gavin since childhood. We entered the military together, rising through the ranks and fighting wars. He's been a younger brother to me. After fifty odd years of friendship, he was listening to someone else and ignoring my advice. I guess that got under my skin.”

There was an apology in there somewhere. For whatever reason, she believed him. This planet was a minefield of intrigue and treachery. She had been queen for less than a day. What a way to start a marriage!

“Assuming you're right, shouldn't we tell Gavin first?”

“No, he has enough happening tomorrow. We can handle this threat together. He needs to focus on capturing Darius.”

In his face, she saw fierce loyalty and determination reflected back at her. “What I must I do to help you?”

“The communication that I intercepted is more than enough to convict Lucas of treason. However, I'm not sure how deep the treachery goes. Take this dagger to include in your outfit tomorrow. Since you will be the closest to Gavin throughout, watch for suspicious persons and signal me if so. The dagger is for your protection. In case, I can't reach you quickly enough.”

“I'm not sure. I feel deceitful, going behind Gavin's back like this.”

“Only temporarily and for his own good. If we do nothing, both of you may lose your lives. It is far more important that he concentrate on Darius.”

“I'll do my best to help. Hopefully, your information is untrue and there is no threat.”

“My lady, I appreciate your assistance. Especially, considering my poor attitude towards you.”

“All I ask is don't make me regret trusting you.”

With a bow, he walked briskly back to the compound. Shaken and anxious, she continued onward to the stables. Among dozens of purebred horses, one was of particular interest. Caesar, a gray stallion with a refined head and prancing step. She lingered at the stall door, petting the animal which so resembled Mercury.

The next day would be a challenge which would change the planet's future. She hoped that her husband was up to this task. Clutching the dagger, she hoped for the courage to use it. While overwhelmed by her new role, she would protect Gavin at all cost.