On Astral Tides: From Humble Freelancer To Astral Emperor

As the screen flickered off, Eleanor slumped down in her chair, feeling incredibly fatigued, and not just from the great deal of expensive brandy she had consumed recklessly over the last hours. Moments later, her grandmother reached over and plucked the bottle away from her with a knowing, teasing smile on her wrinkled face. Though the wrinkles are far less pronounced now. Grandmother is the picture of health. Another thing I have to thank him for, I suppose.

“That’s quite enough of that, Eleanor. I know this was a cause to celebrate, but that brandy isn’t for guzzling, but enjoying. Save the cheap stuff for that. Besides, I worry.”

Eleanor shrugged, feeling hot and a little dizzy, though it was amazing how quickly clarity was starting to return the moment she stopped gulping the strong, sharply flavoured alcohol. I am rather envious of Akio being able to control his constitution to enjoy drinking. I never was much of a drinker myself, but… I’ve learned to enjoy it rather more recently. The stresses of my role, perhaps… though David would just say I’m learning to be more sociable, the annoying man…

“Don’t worry, grandmother. It’s not like it can hurt me. Any harmful effects of the alcohol are quickly fixed. It’s sometimes annoying though… I felt the need of some Dutch courage for this. And then… well, it was hard to look away from, wasn’t it?” Eleanor’s lips curled into a faint smile. “Not that I should have expected anything less.”

“Do drink some water, Eleanor. To set my poor mind at ease if nothing else.” Her grandmother sat back down, pouring herself a generous tot of brandy, which Eleanor felt was rather unfair, but with a sigh, she rose to her feet, grabbed the water jug and poured herself a measure, the half-melted ice cubes clinking, Taking a sip, she bit down on a sigh, determined not to grumble. I’ve been thinking about my decision a lot these past few weeks. Not just me… grandmother too, mother and father as well.

“So, what did you think about that broadcast?” Her grandmother leaned forwards, blue eyes sparkling with curiosity. “I would be interested in hearing your impressions. After all…” Her smile was wicked, and Eleanor fidgeted restlessly, face hot not just from the brandy now. “…your fiancé was performing in front of the world and kissed another woman for all to see!”

“He’s not my fiancé yet!” Eleanor reacted instinctively, before clicking her tongue and trying to calm down. “Though I do concede that since he agreed, he won’t back out. He’s a man of his word, and I can respect that.”

“Respect is good. Though a marriage based purely on that isn’t any fun, my dear.” she teased. “Now, no stalling. The fact of the matter is your role has changed. Even as one of many, you’ll certainly be more involved in politics than you ever imagined. And if you can’t read the situation quickly, make snap judgements, you might become a liability. I blame myself, really.” Grandmother sighed mournfully. “I wanted you to be happy, and you wished to avoid the limelight as much as possible, so we neglected a lot of the teaching that Richard, and even that scamp Henry, received. Don’t mistake me, Eleanor.” Her eyes were serious now.  “You certainly have the elegance required to be a Princess, and you are certainly beautiful. That young Akio is a lucky man indeed. But you are also lacking in the senses of a potential monarch.”

“It’s not like I’m ever going to rule anything.” Eleanor shook her head.

“Are you sure? No, that’s for later. I can see I’m going to have to take you in hand and pound some political nous into that pretty head of yours.” As Eleanor gulped, her grandmother asked again. “Now, your impressions. Consider it a test. If you do well, maybe I’ll go easy on you in your lessons.”

Eleanor covered another nervous, reflexive swallow by taking another sip of cool water. Holding the glass in both hands, she gazed at it idly, gathering her thoughts. My impressions, is it? I don’t believe grandmother means of my engagement agreement, though obviously that is all I can think about right now. No…

“I am still surprised at Prince Gorohito’s actions. They were incredibly reckless and made no sense whatsoever.” Eleanor found herself annoyed at the Prince. After the events of London, ties to Japan were seen to be extremely important, ties not just politically, but also of Gods’ Chosen. Princess Mikasa, no, Yukiko, had been mooted as an option, marrying Richard or Henry, but that didn’t bear fruit, mostly because it turned out she was already setting her heart on Akio too.

That was an interesting conversation. To think we are both so similar yet approaching it from opposite sides. Eleanor worried about the optics and found it rather difficult not being his only woman, especially as she had made such a tremendous fuss over his polygamy prior to this. Yukiko, however, had no such concerns over not being his only woman, but instead felt she wasn’t pretty enough or worthy, and felt overawed by her stunningly beautiful friend, who had fallen into his clutches before her. All foolishness, of course. She’s pretty enough. No, more striking that pretty, I would say. She cut a powerful figure on stage just now…

So the next logical step after Yukiko’s refusal was to betroth Eleanor to the Japanese Imperial Family. But as protector of the Tower of London, it wasn’t like she could just move to Japan. Sure, she could go to the Boundary there… I see I am no longer calling it Avalon… I suppose it makes sense. Consistent terminology is the foundation of cooperation, or so Sir Arthur says. …but Prince Gorohito wasn’t a Gods’ Chosen. It was entirely plausible that Akio would be able to come up with a solution for her, after all, he could come and go freely in both worlds, and was often saying that any ability could be learned, even the powers of the Divine Favours, under the right circumstances.

Of course, it would be endlessly selfish for me to demand such a boon, which would likely involve a great deal of effort on his part and would go far beyond the terms of any mere alliance. Especially so that I could go be a bride to another man. I… can hardly ask that of him. I have some shame. Some dignity. Oh, so frustrating! Her teeth bit the rim of her glass, hard enough to crack it. Besides, Prince Gorohito isn’t a man I can get along with. And grandmother didn’t warm to him either. Prince Hodahito is too young. While legally it would be fine with parental consent here and in Japan, I don’t see myself with someone so much younger than me, and the tabloids would have a field day. I can see the headlines now! ‘Princess Eleanor the cradle snatcher, with her toyboy foreign lover!’

“At least Akio can come visit me near instantly, so I won’t be lonely, and he’s reliable…” she murmured.

“What was that? Stalling?” grandmother asked, and Eleanor blushed.

“Not at all. Just considering Prince Gorohito. I’m rather pleased you allowed me to decline him.”

“Not at all. I want you to be as happy as you can be. We do need some sort of solid union between us, but if you hated the idea of marriage, we would have come up with something. I hear one of Akio’s wives is pregnant. If we have the children play together, then one of Richard’s children might be a suitable match down the line…”

“They won’t be exactly… human…” Eleanor pointed out, and her grandmother shrugged.

“If she can bear Akio’s children, then her children should also be able to produce offspring with humans. It might be nice to get some Faerie blood into our lineage. I think that might be important in the future… now, enough stalling!” She narrowed her eyes, and Eleanor sighed, conceding.

“Very well. Prince Gorohito… he made a grave mistake. Akio is one to keep his word, but hates being cheated. Worse…” Eleanor thought back to the surprisingly cute sword spirit. “…she called him father. To an ordinary man, that might just be seen as cute lip service, after all, it has barely been a few hours since that chore was concluded.” Miracle? Hardly. I was right when I knew it would be dull. I certainly may not be the smartest woman alive, even now, but I am capable of learning from my mistakes. And when it comes to saving the helpless and the desperate, relieving my fears, he’s the one I want by my side…

“No, Akio is too much of a pushover. But I’ll help deal with that, have no fear.” Miss Eri… no, I suppose she should just be Eri now, I have seen the rules and agreed to them… is my strongest ally. Fortunately, despite her obvious distaste for my prior attitude, she always knew I was going to fall for him, so she says. I find that rather condescending, but… she was right, what can I say to argue with her? Therefore, she accepts me, but wishes to at least hold him back a little…

“It is clear that he would never relinquish such a being if she did not wish for it. So Gorohito trying to take her…” She dropped the ‘Prince’, as right now she felt even her foolish brother Henry was more of a Prince than he was. “…their relationship would be wounded. Hmm.” Eleanor poured out more water, cursing a little as some seeped through the cracks her teeth had made in the glass. Wiping it up, she gathered her thoughts.

“But that display… the doves were certainly very… dramatic, but compared to the storm… regardless, I have some sympathy for him. I felt a little pain when the treasures of the Tower were given away. I still have more to hand over, as it happens. Ironically, by the terms of our deal, I should be allowed another myself, now I’m to be his fiancée.” She chuckled at the irony of that.

“But honestly, even my Armour, and the sword Shaeula received, Fragarach, pale in comparison to what that sword spirit, Tsurugi, he called her, can do. As it seems that the Emperor is considering increasing Gorohito’s role in the public’s eyes, having such a sword, and the respect and praise, or perhaps even worship that would bring… it’s greed then. Greed overriding good sense. But he is not a fool. He was a cold man, and I didn’t warm to him, but… no, there must be more to it.”

“I see. So, what do you think that might be?” As grandmother was smiling, Eleanor knew she was on the right track. Thinking about it, she turned on the television, and on the BBC news, the situation was of course being covered. As well it might be. First the chaos of the worldwide attacks, and now this… I can certainly say that at least my husband will be admired by many. Feeling annoyed that she felt rather happy at that, she cursed herself as an easy woman.

“…shocking actions, the sudden thunderstorm and the sun that banished the storms and the darkness of night for a moment, have riled up people across Japan!” the broadcaster was saying, replaying the moment when Akio, using Tsurugi and Yukiko’s flames, had created a miniature sun, just for a moment. “And while the renunciation of the Humanity Declaration has caused a great stir, the Imperial Family once more claiming Divine descent…”

“We have received reports…” The second anchor broke in, her smile dry. “…confirming that the President of the United States did indeed unilaterally declare a renegotiation of that post-war surrender treaty. Supposedly Congress didn’t feel like fighting a battle over it, since it was merely symbolic and had no bearing on the modern political landscape… it seems that thinking is woefully out of date.” The anchor seemed almost smug, and Eleanor felt herself smile. Indeed, we would never make that mistake. We are far more aware of the spiritual side of things.

“…regardless…” the first anchor agreed. “…Japan is like a beehive, suddenly sparked into chaotic motion. The protests that had been afflicting the country after the terrorist attacks by the so-called Church of True Revelation have been swallowed up and overshadowed by mass gatherings and vigils, which have appeared almost as soon as the spectacle unfolded, people leaving their homes and workplaces and taking to the streets. Though opinion seems split…”

I thought so. Though it surely isn’t over the validity of the miracles performed. Honestly, I’m impressed. Using such abilities on the Material is far harder, so to call such a storm and create a momentary sun… the power involved certainly exceeds mine. For now. Tonight, I simply must… Feeling her face heating up again, she cleared her mind. No, later! For now…

“If I had to surmise, it will be fear.” Eleanor declared, and the next words the news anchor spoke bore that out.

“Even in Japan, notorious for being patriarchal and fiercely loyal to tradition and seniority, there are a number of calls for either Princess Mikasa, who showed off great Gods’ Chosen powers, and supposedly embodies the Divine claim the Emperor made, to be declared the next Empress, or even more shockingly, for her fiancé, who needs no introduction to our watching viewers…” The picture changed to Akio at the press conference he had held with her here in Britan, which seemed so long ago now. “Akio Oshiro, the Hero of Britain… to be adopted into the Imperial Family, and his ascent secured by marriage to Princess Mikasa. Obviously, many speak against this, but…”

They then went into details on Tsukuyomi and his myths, and the relationship to Amaterasu. Eleanor muted the TV, letting the images play in the background, and pulled out her phone. It didn’t take long to find a great number of internet threads and even some videos appearing on streaming sites, calling for Akio to be Emperor, or at least the consort of the Empress.

“Yes, he’s fearful he’ll have his role snatched from him. So… a display of dominance, perhaps?”

“Just that?” grandmother pressed, and Eleanor pursed her lips, considering.

“No. looking at the online chatter, it is mostly the young who support a change of tradition, although a great number of Japanese women, backed by women from other Asian countries, seem eager to have Yukiko be Enthroned, perhaps to raise the status of women there. The old and the powerful will support the status quo… or so I would say.” Eleanor realised. I’m not used to thinking so much about these things. I feel rather sorry that I’ll be the dumbest of all his women. Perhaps Yukiko and I do have more in common than I thought. We both have our self-doubt and hangups. But… just as she is now far more striking, I can train my mind and get smarter!

“No, the truly powerful behind the scenes support Akio, after all, he’s marrying a number of their daughters. That was an awkward conversation. Hyacinth still rather dislikes me, though fortunately, Motoko and Natsumi are well-bred, proper and polite young women and accepted my apology and aren’t making life difficult for me. But… he has political, noble and business support. I know from what I’ve been told that their so-called Three Pillars seldom interfere with each other, but as this Pilgrimage shows, he commands the faith, he has the nobility backing him… he is engaged to Yukiko, who has the favour and support of half the nation right now… If I was Gorohito, I’d certainly be terrified right now. Though he’s worried about the wrong things…”

“How so?” her grandmother asked, her brandy forgotten, which Eleanor hoped was a sign she was passing her test.

“If he did succeed in taking the sword, he would be a target for any number of enemies. The Church of True Revelation most certainly, jealous Gods’ Chosen who seek her power almost definitely.” Nodding firmly, she believed she was on the right track. “Really, for a smart man, he was awfully foolish.”

“That’s why being a little slower can sometimes be a blessing.” Her grandmother nodded warmly. “Those who think themselves clever can often delude themselves into thinking they know best, whereas our family, we know we aren’t scholars or overly clever, my dear, so we are at our best when we think hard and take sage advice. A lesson I hope you’ve learned.”

“To my very bones.” Eleanor nodded wearily. “I even listened to that smug, annoying man David. It pains me that I know exactly what he is going to say to me…” Eleanor crossed her arms, irritated, leaking a bitter sigh. “Gorohito doesn’t understand how things have changed, and he is heady with the prospect of being a true Divine ruler. So the fear of having that tasty fruit snatched away before he can taste the sweetness… it has made him hasty. Honestly, with Akio, there’s always room for negotiation, he’s really rather too soft. Instead… Gorohito weighed up what he knows about Akio, that he is rather sweet on those he loves, and he guessed his sister would back down, as she likely always has before. I don’t know Yukiko well, but I know that much. She was rather timid prior to recent events. But… people change. I guess being a Gods’ Chosen isn’t for the faint-hearted, and… love changes us even more. Stop laughing, please!”

As her grandmother chuckled, Eleanor looked away, the glass in her hands cracking further, scattering droplets of water on her beautiful blue dress. I would have liked more compliments. I think I look very regal and beautiful. Oh well… it stands to reason. It was… if not a surprise to him, the timing was unexpected. Though I’m frustrated everyone but me seems to have seen my feelings. Though I guess… I didn’t want to admit it to myself, because then I’d feel such a fool. Fortunately, these marriage negotiations with Japan gave me time to think about it. Slowly. As grandmother says, as a Windsor, I do best taking my time…

“No, he trusted Akio would back down. And perhaps he was going off old reports. It seems Akio did an awful lot of swallowing insults from the nobility, in a very Japanese manner.” Feeling she was right, Eleanor continued. “And in front of the watching Japan, he expected Akio would follow the Japanese way of bowing to his superiors, agreeing black is white and white black if that’s what they said. But alas for him, Akio is also half-British, and we hate injustice!” I’m pleased. I feel rather sorry for Tsurugi, seeing her cry and struggle like that made me furious. If I was there, I would have given Gorohito a stern talking to!

“You seem to have seen to the heart of it. Mostly.” Grandmother agreed, and Eleanor felt a flash of pride. “Though you are missing one detail. But… I imagine almost everyone did. Want a hint?”

Eleanor pondered a moment longer. “Well, all I can think of is that it was obvious Akio would risk his own reputation rather than let a woman, even such a one as Tsurugi, suffer and cry. Besides, he has very strong views on what a brother should be to a sister, and Gorohito was upsetting his sister. No, that wouldn’t end well. Sorry. If there’s some other reason Gorohito acted up, I can’t see it. Greed and fear. Maybe anticipation. That’s it.”

“Let me ask another question then.” Grandmother grinned, picking up her forgotten glass and taking a warming sip of the golden liquid within. “Arisu Arisugawa. Is there anything between her and Akio?”

“Miss Arisu? From what I have gathered, no, they are simply… rather combative friends.” Eleanor wracked her brains as to why grandmother was asking that, before her blue eyes widened. “Hang on a minute… are you saying…”

“Am I saying what, don’t try and cheat the test.”

“…you’re saying that she instigated Gorohito, and perhaps even the Emperor, to misstep? But why?”

“I’m asking you that.” Grandmother chuckled wickedly.

“If… well, I confess I have had few dealings with her, but… from the little I know, she is a ferociously intelligent woman, quite unlike me. And she is also ruthless, and pragmatic… and has a keen eye for detail. So maybe…” She struggled for an answer. “…if she felt that it was for the best to raise Akio’s profile, or perhaps conversely lower that of the Imperial Family, other than Yukiko, then…” Eleanor felt a chill. Arisu’s seemingly innocuous interjections, her leading phrasing, even the angles of the cameras and the shots presented… “She’s quite the calculating, ruthless woman. I shall have to stay on her good side.”

“Yes, as I expect she will be running the Japanese coverage of your engagement for their WTV.” Her grandmother chortled teasingly. “But yes, you see to the heart of it. Young Gorohito was motivated by his vices and fuelled by an overblown sense of his own competence, but he was also subtly instigated, and his public opinion worsened by careful framing. Of course, were he not such a little fool, he never would have made such a reckless, doomed move. So, what will you do now?”

“What do you mean?” Eleanor tilted her head, puzzled.

“I mean…” her grandmother was amused. “…you surely are quite jealous of the spectacular way your fellow Princess had her engagement announced. Why, the very storms and a sun at night heralded their union. And that kiss was quite bold indeed for a Japanese woman.” Her chuckling intensified. “I suspect you will want to top that?”

Eleanor shook her head, expression rueful. “Honestly? Not really. It’d be too embarrassing, after the damnable fuss I made over his affairs before this. I’d just be happy if everyone accepts it. Melissa… she hasn’t spoken to me since finding out about my feelings. She screamed at me that I was a ‘traitor to all women’ and ‘selling myself and everyone who looks up to me to the patriarchy.’. I don’t quite understand her vitriol. I get it why she was furious when Henry agreed to consider a second marriage if Yukiko was willing, that affects her, but…” I suppose I was the same, when Akio brought Motoko, Natsumi and Hyacinth to my gala… but I do hope I wasn’t quite such a bitch about it. I burn with shame at my behaviour. My only solace is I wasn’t well. Damn that Bullaun Water and Maxwell Power! Not that an excuse makes me any less wrong.

“Yes, she’s quite the fiery young woman. Henry will have his hands full with her. Though, she’ll certainly need to learn how to keep her calm and accept others have different views. But I dare say she’ll come around in time, my dear. Henry is working on her, though from what he tells me, he’s been getting the cold shoulder too.”

“I feel bad, but… it’s my choice.” Eleanor insisted. “I… feel rather pathetic, but… I can’t get him out of my head. The moment when he came to save me and my friends was the most dramatic of my life, even more so than when I was first granted these powers. And he gave up an arm for me, defeated an Angel for me! That he grew back his arm, as would I, hardly diminishes the impact of that feat. Besides…” She lowered her head in shame. “Despite me being so rotten to him, he never fought back, except when I upset or criticised his women. I… found myself a little jealous of that, wanted someone who would get so angry for my sake. And yes… I still feel very conflicted about being just one of many. Many doesn’t even do it justice… but there’s just… no-one else. The heart wants what it wants, much as I hate that David was the one of all people to tell me that!”

“Young David is as reckless as his name.” grandmother agreed. “And yes, he comes across as brash, aggressive, rude… but I never would have chosen him for your team, were he as unpleasant as he can appear. Though, often it is the ones who appear harmless that are the most dangerous.” She fell silent, and Eleanor agreed, inclining her head in a sorrowful nod. Yes. Donovan and… and Sarah. Those foolish, foolish people. They had it all and threw it away. Betrayal…

Eleanor felt her hands trembling, and with force of will she stilled them. “I… can’t face betrayal again. And I know… with Akio, I will never have to. He wouldn’t do it, and even if he would, the cost will deter him.” I’m serious. I will kill myself. Then he’ll have no choice but to protect Britain in my stead. But… While clinging to such thoughts helped soothe the unease, the dread she often felt, she knew deep in her heart it would never come to that. The thought of him being by my side, that reassuring, slightly awkward and apologetic smile, it makes me feel safe…

“Just so long as you are content, my dear. While you have a stern, solemn duty, which every day I feel grows ever weightier, if you can find solace in someone or something to ease your aching heart, I will wholeheartedly support you. It is fortunate that he’s an upright young man, if you discount the obvious. I admit, I feel more relaxed with him watching over you. And a friend and ally is never going to be as precious to him as a lover…”

Eleanor flushed crimson. “Grandmother! Please don’t say lover! Fiancée is fine, but… lover…”

“Why not? You are two young people in love. I expect nature will take its course in due time.”

Realising she was being teased, Eleanor puffed out her cheeks in a sullen pout. “I’m not in any rush. I’d certainly like the official engagement first. I know it’s old-fashioned, but… I just feel that would be best.”

“Whatever makes you happy my dear. Just… use protection. An unplanned premarital pregnancy would be rather shocking for the nation, and also compromise your efforts in this Boundary, wouldn’t it?”

Eleanor choked at that, stunned. “Grandmother, how could you say that?” she stammered, only for her grandmother to rub her nose knowingly, amused.

“Quite easily. It happens, my dear, more often than you’d think. Just… be wise, the scandal would be… interesting.”

“I’m not talking about this now!” Eleanor stood, finishing off her glass of water, spilling more of it out of the spiderwebbed cracks. “I… need to organise this evening anyway. I want to attend their training sessions. Before, I felt too guilty, but now…” She shook her head, clearing the fog of embarrassment and anticipation that left her feeling rather out-of-sorts and odd. “…he accepted my proposal, so if I can’t be there, who can?” Though… I do wish he was the one to pursue me, but… I suppose I wasn’t exactly… enticing, was I? Yes, I’m as stupid as my brothers, sometimes…

“Very well then. Do have fun. I shall get in touch with Akio’s parents again and start with the arrangements. After all, it isn’t long until they visit Britain. And despite your wishes, my dear… we will have to make a bit of a pageant out of it. The British people could certainly use a boost to their morale, and Royal Engagements always spark interest.”

“Fine then!” Eleanor huffed, storming out of the room, hiding her face. “I’ll just… see you tomorrow!” With grandmother’s laughter following her, she shook her head, troubled, biting at her lip.

She’s right about one thing. It’s not just up to me, what if… what if… he wants to take things further? Clutching herself tightly, she shivered, but couldn’t be sure herself if it was from nerves, or from anticipation. Yes, sometimes I realise I am very much as foolish as my brothers…

***

“So, need I ask?” David smirked crudely, and Eleanor fought back the urge to punch him in his smug face. Today he was looking rather sharp in casual jeans and a t-shirt, his blonde hair spiked in messy whorls, gleaming with gel. “No, I suppose not. Akio’s many things, but he isn’t a damn fool. Nobody in their right mind would turn you down, Princess.”

“Jealous?” Eleanor shot back, infuriated by his cocky attitude. “Hoping to have a chance with me yourself?” She regretted saying it, knowing it was cruel, especially since David had carried feelings for Sarah, their erstwhile colleague and betrayer, but she was on edge, her emotions jumbled, and it slipped out.

David froze for a moment, before his smile broadened. “Like that, is it Princess? You really are useless when it comes to relationships. As for me? Nah, you know I see you as a dumb little sister who needs a push from her smarter, stronger big brother sometimes.” His smile was grating on her, but she was glad he hadn’t taken offense. “Like now. Shit, it was plain to see how you felt, even old man Arthur gets it. The way you looked at him and acted around him changed since that day. Hell, my fangirl and his other girlies noticed too. They’re always watching him, and those around him, especially women.”

“That’s the mortifying thing!” Eleanor admitted, slumping against the wall. Despite the herculean amount of brandy she had downed to get her through the embarrassment of proposing, she had sobered up, her unnatural vitality working without her say so. “I feel such a fool! I tried to deny it myself, how I’d just find myself watching him when we were together, or how I was always waiting for what he’d say next, or how… how I always trust him to solve my problems, and in fact, do anything!”

The Regalia, I knew they would wake as soon as I was told he’d be having a crack at them. I wasn’t even surprised when he somehow turned them into living beings! I expect to have my expectations shattered, as paradoxical as that is…

“I asked about Mary-Jane…” Words poured out of her, and she felt her tension start to melt away. Say what you like about David, but if you can tolerate his insolence, he’s easy to talk to. As he raised an eyebrow questioningly, she continued. “…he said he’d been thinking about which Favour would suit her already. He’s… annoyingly considerate.” She puffed her cheeks out in a pout, before slapping her own face hard with her hands, trying to regain her poise. Her skin stung, but such pain was nothing to her now, and near-instantly vanished. “Worse, it makes me feel good, that he’d been thinking about me and my problems. Love… really is a stupid emotion.”

“No.” David shook his head. “Actually it’s the most honest emotion there is. Well, that and hatred, but shit, let’s not spoil the mood. So, it went okay then? That lucky bastard, he owes me a drink and a few rounds in the Octagon.”

“If by okay, you mean he agreed, then yes. Though it seemed he had an inkling, annoying as that was.”

“Shit, the man’s got eyes, hasn’t he? And there’s nobody that has as much experience as we do…” David couldn’t resist getting in a brag about his own storied love life, which Eleanor had seen no proof of recently. “…who can’t tell when a woman has the hots for him. Though I’ll be honest, you’re a pain in the arse, Princess. The types that aren’t honest are the worst. Luckily you’re pretty and a fighter, and he likes both of those traits.”

Only pretty, hmm? And a fighter… Feeling the urge to take her troublesome emotions out on someone, she smirked. “A fighter, you say? Speaking of… I doubt you’ve got the stamina to make good on your words, David. How many did he say, including me, was it? Oh yes, sixteen. With perhaps one or two more soon. Even going a single round will get you beaten within an inch of your life, David. Best just buy him a drink and celebrate politely.”

David snorted, then whistled, impressed. “Fuck me, he’s a fast worker. I wonder if I can guess who? I know one’s that Japanese Princess, I saw the broadcast. Quite the fucking show… but… huh, could be any number of women. Ghost girl maybe… nah, she’s not ready yet, I guess… hmm, could be some of those girls who hang around the training school, or even those Elves. They look at him as if they’re starving men eyeing a barbecue.”

Feeling smugly superior, Eleanor chuckled, waving a finger it him. “Wrong again, David! I’m told it’s a Goddess and some Valkyries.”

“Goddess, huh? Must be the one who shares a body with that gorgeous silver-haired chick, Shiro. Valkyries though… huh… like, for real?” David’s expression was rueful, and Eleanor enjoyed her feeling of superiority, before his next words punctured her exuberance. “Damn, that’s impressive. But sucks to be you, Princess. And stop giving me that dumbass dopey look… like I said, you’re pretty and you’ve got guts, and I suppose being a Princess beloved by the nation…” His smile was almost insulting. “…is a plus in most guy’s eyes. But… you think you’ve got what it takes to hold his attention over a Goddess or some mythical Valkyries?”

“That’s… that’s right!” She suddenly panicked, covering her face, feeling sick. “Honestly, I know I’m attractive, and while I’m not an intellectual, I’ve been raised well, and I’d be an honour to be seen with. But…” As she started spluttering, David merely doubled over, laughing. That distracted her from her own worries, and as she glared at him accusingly, he shook his head, wiping tears from his eyes.

“Shit, never a dull moment with you, is there? Well, I’m not a coward, so I’ll fight him, be it sixteen or sixty fucking rounds…”

“It had better not be sixty!” Eleanor wished fervently. “Anyway, we need to gather everyone. I am planning to cross to Japan tonight and… join in their intensive training.” At David’s amused look, she tried to keep composed, but her face was betraying her, her skin feeling as though it was scalding her. “I believe I have the right, and more importantly… I am going to have to spend time repairing my relationships. Even though most of them are well-bred women who have graciously forgiven me, forgiveness isn’t the same as friendship.”

“True. You were a right bitch…” David laughed, and she raised one eyebrow, suddenly more annoyed than embarrassed.

“Well, Mr Pot, calling me black, are you? I seem to recall you challenging him to a duel because he angered you with his flirting?”

“Yeah, but I’m not the one asking him to marry me.” David retorted calmly, which only irritated her further, as did his next words. “Don’t sweat it though, fangirl and her friend aren’t the sort to hold grudges. So long as you can persuade the crazy-eyed maid you’re sorry, you’ll be golden. Of course, if you can’t, you’ll be sprouting mushrooms within the hour.”

“Not helpful, David…” she growled, but he simply ignored her annoyance.

“Just think of the damn hen party, though? It’ll be the first one where almost everyone will be a bride-to-be… to the same damn guy! You’ll certainly turn heads, that’s for sure! I almost envy little Miss Asian, the teacher and little Cass-Cass, since I’m sure you’ll be inviting them? Probably not your soon to be sister-in-law though?”

Eleanor paused, wincing. “I… hope she comes around. But if she doesn’t, so be it. I… made up my mind. I’ll regret it if I don’t. Who knows what the future holds? Maybe I’ll be miserable, having to share, after all? But… I honestly think I can handle it, and…the pool of men out there who could match me is rather anaemic, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, no looking at me, Princess. I’m not Akio, into my own damn sister.” He smirked annoyingly. “But as your honorary big bro, if he does let you end up miserable, I’ll pound his fucking face in, by Caturix I swear it!” He clenched a fist, and Eleanor burst out laughing.

“In your dreams, David. In your dreams. Even if he doesn’t use Tsurugi to chop you in half like that lightning bolt, he could break you barehanded.”

“Oh, sticking up for your boyfriend over your teammates now, are you?” David cricked his neck, unconcerned. “Well, guess that makes sense. But… don’t think I’m the man I was even a week ago. Akio may be getting stronger, but I’m damn well growing stronger too. Although…” His face fell comically, and Eleanor was worried.

“What’s wrong, David?”

“Fuck me, think of the stag do? It’s going to be a right bastard us getting him blackout drunk and chaining him to a lamppost naked, painted fluorescent green!”

Eleanor paused for a moment, before she let out a dry chuckle, amused. “You had me going for a moment there, David. While I confess I’d like to see that, I imagine you’d probably end up on charges of treason, considering who he is engaged to…”

“If you want to see him naked so badly, I bet all you’d have to do is ask and he’d be more than…” David began slyly, but Eleanor cut him off, embarrassed, marching down the corridor.

“Come on, David. We have to meet the others…”

With mocking yet kind laughter, he turned to follow her, and Eleanor hid her face yet again, wishing she could get her emotions back under control. It’s just because I’ve finally faced my feelings… I’ll… regain my poise soon. I hope so. I need to. Else… this is far too exhausting!

***

“Congratulations, Princess. While I have mixed feelings, it’s always a joy seeing the young find love.” Sir Arthur, smartly dressed in a rather fetching white suit, matching his hair and beard, smiled warmly. “I’ve always seen you as a niece, so… it does rather feel like you are being taken from me, but… women have to grow up and find themselves, and a new home.”

Aditi was the next to praise her. The petite yet beautiful British-Indian woman smiled radiantly, her brown eyes sparkling with warmth. Today she was wearing casual British clothes, blue jeans and a long-sleeved jumper, looking fresh and different. “I too am happy for you. It is a joyous day when a friend gets engaged. And Mr Oshiro, while… well, I do not like to say it.”

Eleanor held in a smile as Aditi struggled to say something she thought was unkind. She’s such a kind soul. I… honestly have mixed feelings. When she and Mary-Jane lost their Favours, I grieved, but I was also relieved that they no longer had to fight. But they were too honourable, they treated us as friends, they didn’t want us to fight alone. So… seeing her with her new Favour… it does please me, even if its bittersweet.

“…he is a kind gentleman.” She skipped over his other women. “I myself have been a recipient of such, and everyone I have spoken to says the same. You will be loved, Eleanor.”

“I certainly hope so.” Eleanor agreed with a dry chuckle. “Though you won’t be getting rid of me so easily. It’s all agreed, but it’s not yet been formalised. There’s a lot to prepare and… perhaps matters might get complicated due to… other events.”

“Yes.” Mary-Jane agreed. She was in a pale cream fluffy sweater and long beige skirt, her hair tied into a bun. “I watched the broadcast, as did we all.” Nods around the room indicated Mary-Jane was right. Cassie was all smiles, her eyes bright. In her own jeans and sparkly silver t-shirt combo she looked as youthful as she indeed was, her imagination clearly captured by the epic events of the Japanese broadcast.

“It was so cruel, what that jerk of a Prince did!” Cassie insisted, waving a hand angrily. “Calling that poor young girl a tool! She was crying, calling out for Akio. Father, father!” Cassie giggled then. “It must be tough to marry a man who already has such a grown-up daughter. Three of them! The green-haired woman looks older than you!”

“It is more realistically imprinting.” Mary-Jane explained, patting Cassie’s head, ever the schoolteacher. “They have latched onto him and so have such emotions towards him.”

“It’s hardly so simple. They were effectively dead, if such strange spiritual beings born from objects can be said to die. Akio wrought a miracle bringing them back to life. I saw some of it.” Eleanor insisted, and Mary-Jane nodded.

“I don’t mean to malign his achievements. After all, it’s far beyond me. Especially now.” Her expression was suddenly sad, and Eleanor felt the urge to cheer her up.

“It will be fine. Akio is already looking into your situation, Mary-Jane, just like he did for Aditi. I’m sure soon you will be able to stand with us properly again. No, there’s no question of it!”

“It’s rather sickening how she gushes praise for him, isn’t it? Shit, I remember when all she did was badmouth the guy.” David snorted. “Though honestly, I like to see our Princess smiling. So long as he doesn’t make her cry, I’m all right with the guy looking after her for us.”

“Amen to that.” Sir Arthur agreed. “I shall certainly talk to him, man to man. Our Eleanor is not as strong as she appears, her heart is easily wounded.”

“No shit. That’s the one thing she can’t regrow! Not like her bloody arms!” David laughed nastily, and Cassie jumped in.

“The best part about her is she’s kind! I love that about her!” she insisted. “Sure, sometimes she gets things wrong, but… you were just thinking of those other girls, weren’t you?”

“Honestly?” Eleanor sighed. “Not entirely. Yes, I felt they were being exploited, but… he just… irritated me somehow. Opposites attract, I guess.”

“Admitting to the attraction?” David taunted, and Eleanor looked down, wishing to hide her face, but she clenched her fists, and ignored her blazing red face to answer.

“Yes. I suppose I am. I would hardly want to marry him if I didn’t find him handsome, now would I, David? Yes, I’d probably surrender my happiness for an arranged marriage if it brought Britan security, made our tasks easier and safer. I don’t want to lose any more of us than I can help… but fortunately, he was one of the possible options, and so I decided to take a chance. Nobody can say what the future holds. Not prophecy, not even the Gods. But, just as prophecy is the most likely outcome, so I suspect that me being happy is my future. Fortunately, we’re both still young, and while I have Britain to defend, I’ll be apart from him often, there’s nobody else who can dash to my side quicker, if I’m in need, or… just lonely.”

“Well, don’t push it. If you get too needy, the others will hate you.” David warned, and Eleanor nodded.

“I know the rules. Lift up, not tear down. I shall simply have to polish myself so he seeks me out. But everyone agrees, in times of sorrow and hardship, we come together and get Akio’s aid. No other way it could work, really. It’ll help when I find those most like me to group up with. Then we can support each other.”

“Is that what he was doing with the sword girl?” Cassie asked, excited. “She was so cute, I want her for a little sister!”

“I was just going to talk about that, but we got distracted.” Eleanor shook her head. “Anyway, the complications. Have you checked the news?”

Mary-Jane nodded. “It seems that his actions were rather too inspiring. Princess Mikasa’s as well, and of course, the three spiritual beings that comprise the Regalia.” She paused, orienting her thoughts, her tone taking on a clipped, expressive cadence, entering what David cheekily called ‘lecture mode’. “In Britain, and indeed the English-speaking world, Prince Gorohito’s words and actions have drawn criticism from most. Indeed, Miss Cassie, your opinion is widely shared. The camera work was masterful, the image of the poor young spirit, desperately clinging to Mr Oshiro as she is forced to reach out towards the family that kept her in servitude for centuries and in the end failed her, has become a template for memes and propaganda.”

Eleanor held in a shudder at that. Arisu Arisugawa. You’re indeed someone I wish to be very close friends with. I certainly don’t want you as an enemy.

“In Japan, the Imperial Family still has many supporters, and there is a great deal of fixation on the refutation of their Declaration of Humanity. There is a great deal of pride amongst older Japanese citizens, it seems. But the young… again, they are largely calling for either Princess Mikasa to take the Chrysanthemum Throne, or for her marriage to Mr Oshiro to somehow naturalise him as an Imperial Prince and for him to ascend it. It is quite troubling for you, I would imagine.”

Seeing Mary-Jane so sympathetic, Eleanor shrugged. “It’ll all work out. I know for certain that he’ll be marrying Yukiko, and… I have his word. However it works out, I’m content. After all, so long as the Tower stands and we can protect Britain and all its citizens, I’m satisfied. It’s just…”

“Go on.” Sir Arthur urged, and Eleanor let out a shy chuckle.

“It’s just… I wonder if the British population will be as eager for my marriage to him as the Japanese are for Yukiko? I feel a certain rivalry, despite seeing her as a friend. After all, Shaeula’s not a real Princess. Honestly, even before she became a Duchess, that was more the sort of status she had, descendant of a branch family. Perhaps even lower. And she’s not… human. Therefore it feels like she’s a different sort of competitor.”

“I guess that to women, love is a battlefield just as much as the Octagon.” David observed, chuckling. “Anyway, enough talking about the lucky bastard who finally snatched up our Princess. She wants to go gallivanting to Japan tonight, so we’d best work out who is accompanying her, and who draws the short straw and stays behind to protect the Territory. There’s no fucking way we’re taking chances after the last attacks by those bastards…”

As the group began to discuss that, Eleanor nodded. That’s right. Raidre’s trying to recruit some more Selkie clans that have strayed far from the Court, and he’s taken in some strange spiritual beings from China that Akio had hanging around. Ren Yu, I believe they were called? They seem similar, so no wonder they have found common cause…

Thinking idle thoughts, Eleanor enjoyed the relaxing atmosphere with her colleagues and friends, but she couldn’t help but feel her heart beat faster at the thought of meeting Akio later, face to face, and not through a camera. She found herself remembering Yukiko and her bold declaration to the world of her love for Akio, and her fingers went to her lips, idly imagining things which left her face heated and her breath coming fast…