CHAPTER 35

HIGH CAPITAL

NORTH OF DENVER

          Dysea looked at the Alliance officer as he entered her receiving chamber with the pompous strut of a human. He ignored her guards, his eyes wandering lustfully over her body without regard for her position. He stopped much closer to her throne than any elf would have dared, perhaps to show Dysea that he was above fearing her position or status.

          "Your guard told me you wanted to see me." He said casually, brushing the sleeve of his uniform.

          "I need you to deliver a message." Dysea spoke.

          "And what would that be?"

          "I am postponing the signing of our treaty for a period of three weeks." Dysea told him, seeing his body go rigid and his eyes turn dark.

          "May I ask why?" The officer asked, though Dysea could detect the hostility in his voice. "I was under the impression that your Council of Elders already approved the signing."

          Dysea's emerald green eyes narrowed and she leaned forward in her chair. She still wore the same dress as when she had met with the Holy One, only now she had opted for a waist length jacket that hid her large tits from the hungry eyes of the Alliance officer, though she did note that his eyes kept drifting to where her legs were crossed demurely, but only the panties hid the thin platinum blond strip of pubic hair from his eyes.

          "I am Queen of the Wood Elves Captain. And I will decide what is best for them. The Council of Elders may have approved the signing, but only I can sign the document. And I want three more weeks to review it." Dysea said.

          "My superiors will want a reason for the extension." The Alliance Captain spoke. "What do I tell them is the reason for the delay?"

          "You may tell them that the Queen of the Wood Elves wants more time to review the document to insure that her people are getting a fair deal." Dysea answered him sweetly.

          The man looked at her. "You have had ample time to review the documents." He spoke. "Why choose now to delay the signing?"

          "I wish it." Dysea told him, getting to her feet. "That is sufficient enough for your superiors. The Wood Elves do not take orders from the Alliance. That is what you will tell them. And in three weeks, if I decide there are no changes to be made, I will gladly sign the treaty and we will destroy the High Elves together."

          The Alliance captain breathed an internal sigh of relief. The Elf bitch had no idea what they were planning, and she would not suspect the betrayal when it hit her. He smiled thinking of the blond haired Queen of the Wood Elves screaming out her pain and humiliation as he fucked her deep in her perfect ass. He nodded his head.

          "I will so inform my superiors." He said.

          Dysea smiled. "Excellent." Dysea watched him as he turned to leave, and she waited until he had reached the doorway, "Oh and Captain?"

          "Yes your majesty?" He asked turning back to look at her.

          "Your presence here is tolerated due to our future partnership." Dysea told him. "However, my warriors are not here to entertain you at your leisure. As of today, you will bed no more Wood Elves. Is that clear?"

          The captain looked surprised. "Your majesty… I…"

          "Touch another one of my elves Captain and I will cut your shriveled cock from your body myself and pin it to my wall!" Dysea growled.

          The Alliance captain saw the look in her eyes, and the cruel smile that split her lips and he nodded slowly. "As you wish your majesty, but I will have to inform my superiors of your decision."

          Dysea smiled. "You may do as you wish, but my warriors will serve under you no more."

          The captain nodded, his jaw clenched tightly, and he turned and left the throne room.

          Dysea waited for several moments, watching the doorway, relishing in the look on his face. She turned only when Walter stepped from the ante chamber and came towards her, as did her most trusted aide. The male elf was taller than most, and an extremely accomplished warrior with unmatched skills in unarmed combat. His blond hair was almost shoulder length, his brown eyes alert.

          Dysea looked at him. "Leland I need you to select ten warriors; the best that we have. I want them in full combat equipment and standing by in an hour."

          "As your order my Queen," He spoke. "I must say however, the Council of Elders will not be pleased with your decision to postpone the signing of the treaty."

          Dysea nodded. "I know, and that is why we must move quickly. I want our two best forensic scientists to accompany us as well. Saddle fourteen of our fastest horses, and prepare them to travel."

          "Where are we going Dysea?" He asked.

          As Dysea's most trusted and closest aide and friend, he was one of only a handful that she allowed to refer to her by her name. Leland and she had grown up together, as close as any brother and sister, and while nothing ever became sexual between them, he was Dysea's first and only choice as her senior aide when she was chosen as Queen.

          Dysea looked at Walter for a long moment before answering. "We are going to The Roan Plateau my friend. It is the location of the last attack on our people by the High Elves, only four days ago."

          Leland didn't bat an eye and he bowed his head. "I will see to it my Queen."

          Dysea waited until she was alone with Walter before speaking. "I hope you are right Holy One." She said softly. "If the Council learns that I am doing this, they will call for me to forfeit the throne."

          Walter smiled. "I am right Dysea, and you believe me yourself, or you would not have ordered the trip." He held his arms out to her.

          Dysea stepped up to him, folding herself into his embrace without blinking. "What… what are they like Holy One?" She asked softly.

          Walter smiled as he stroked her head. "Tarifa is proud like you, with raven black hair and eyes the color of sapphires. She is an accomplished warrior, but she lacks your tempered and refined skill. She is naïve in many ways, but like you she is extremely intelligent. She will need your help and council in the days and months ahead, and you will need hers as well. She is the most gifted person I have ever known when it comes to being politically astute. I believe you will find you and she are very much alike, in more ways than you could possibly imagine." Walter finished that statement with a twinkle in his eye that Dysea did not see.

          Dysea looked up into his wrinkled face, her emerald green eyes bright. "And the one you call Martin?"

          "Martin… Martin is unique." Walter said with a smile. "Of all my original creations, he is the one who remains closest to the beast within himself, the raw unguarded emotions that he allows to flow through him unchecked. He can control that beast within himself with amazing clarity of mind. In battle… in battle he is the most frightening force of nature you will ever witness. He and Tarifa, along with yourself will be the pillar upon which you can build the future. Only together do you stand a chance."

          "If we win," Dysea said.

          Walter nodded slowly. "Yes… if you win."

          "Will he believe me?" Dysea asked.

          "He'll believe you." Walter told her. "I have left something for him that he will find. It will explain as much as I was able to learn by the time I left the message for him."

          "And that will be enough for him?" Dysea asked.

          "He will believe you because of what he will feel for you." Walter spoke softly, "Though he will undoubtedly be fighting that feeling because he does not understand. The message I left for him will help him. And he will believe, because I am going with you." Walter held up the data pad to her. "You should view this before we leave."

          Dysea took the small pad from him. "What is it?"

          "A message similar to what Martin will view." Walter spoke, "For you?"

          Dysea looked at him. "Me? Why?"

          "Of the two of you Dysea, you have seen far more than Tarifa, and with that you have experience she will not have. As I said, she is very naïve in many ways. I believe you will better handle this information than she will at this point. I'm hoping perhaps you will be able to help her with what she will discover." Walter explained. "Or perhaps she might be able to help you."

          "In what way could she help me?" Dysea asked quickly, her tone of voice suggesting that she did not need Tarifa's help.

          Walter smiled. "You will discover that when the time is right child."

          "You have much faith in me Holy One." Dysea said softly.

          "It is well earned child." Walter bent down and kissed her forehead. "I will wait for you with Leland."