Hosted by The Golden Eagle for her two year blogaversary, this blogfest gave me the impetus I needed to spend some time with my villainess from The Crystal Sword.
Sihrqayya surveyed the map of Aratir with cold calculation. Flags, stained with the blood of her enemies, were pinned to every country where she ruled through her followers.
On the continent of Nornen, a lone brown flag flew alongside the flag of Septily. That brown flag represented the traitor. Sihrqayya let out a hiss as the multifaceted crystal on her neck chain glowed red on one side. She tapped the crystal with her magic, and a beam of light shot out of it and coalesced into an image of King Alexandros cowering in his chambers. “You have finished your work?” she asked.
He trembled and curled the sleeves of his robe in his fingers. “No, Sihrqayya, I wanted your leave to start.”
Sihrqayya went hot with rage. “You have had my orders for two weeks. What has caused this delay? Your son?”
King Alexandros nervously twitched his head down and then up. “I had a vision.”
“A vision more important than the reward you seek from me, and the task I gave to you?”
“No, my lady, but I thought my son might cause me trouble if –
“Don’t lie to me,” she snarled. “Attack the Triune Halls at once, or I shall punish you severely.” She touched a spot on her wrist, and Alexandros writhed in pain.
“Yes, dark mistress,” he gasped.
With another tap of power, Sihrqayya closed the speaking spell, and rang a bell in her war room.
Charlissa, her trusted servant, came at once.
“Pack my travel bag and make ready my mount. The situation in Skycliff needs my personal touch.”