Because, young Alexia, you
are the one who will bring her to us.”
“ Bring who-”
Before she could finish her sentence
Aeon closed the slat shut and began to walk away. He had said too
much to the young girl. If she could somehow get a message to the
wrong people they may understand what it is that the Inquisitors
seek.
He walked along the red carpet that
lined the floor, through a hallway decorated with wooden panelling
and archways to hide the dull metal of the airship’s body. The
Titan I was the most luxurious airship known to the Ringlands, and
yet she was still complaining about it. The sound of flute and
violin bounced through the hallways from the mess hall whilst men
and women strolled through the corridors going about their
business.
The airship itself had six floors,
making it one of the largest airships ever created. The lowest
floor contained the armoury and maintenance sections where the
engineers slept and worked. The next floor up was the engine room
and above that was the mess hall and sleeping quarters. The
following floor was the hangar bay, used for personnel transports
and other such smaller craft, including Aeon’s personal
shuttle.
Finally the top two decks consisted of
the cockpit on the lower deck, the open deck on the above and
cannons on both.
Aeon made his way through the luxurious
décor and toward the mess hall, which had been designed to resemble
the dining halls of the noble families in the Alexandria Empire.
After all, the Tıtan I had been Queen Elisa’s personal transport
ship during the initial Ringlands war until the Inquisition took
control of it from within and turned it against the Alexandria
Empire that built it.
Instead of the standard four person
iron or steel table and bench sets that filled most airships, the
Titan I had three long wooden dining tables fit for fifty people
each. The chairs were of dark wood with red velvet cushions and
ornate carvings of a winged horse in the back. However, those had
been covered since with more cushion as it was the insignia of the
Alexandria Empire.
More wooden panelling lined the walls
and even the large open floor and ceiling given the impression as a
manor house or some other similar estate.
Aeon took his place at the head of the
table as everyone in the room stood and waited for him to sit down.
In unison they followed his lead and took their places once again.
It was crowded in the room, with more and more men and women
entering all the time, all of whom saluted Aeon as his wrinkled and
burnt fingers clutched a fork that rattled the food toward his
equally damaged mouth.
“ My Lord,” said a young
woman with golden locks and one blue eye. The other was green. She
wore the night blue pantaloons and shirt of the Inquisitors except
herself was far tighter than others’. “We will arrive in Argent
within two hours.”
“ Very good,” replied Aeon,
gazing up a the woman. “Thank you Selina.”
“ You are welcome, my Lord.
Is there anything else you need of me? Anything I could do after
the food has finished?”
Her tone of voice grew deeper and
seductive as her eyes gazed into his. She put a hand on his and
wrapped her fingers around it. Aeon twisted his head to the left,
his eyes rolling up and down his assistant.
“ Come at the same time as
always,” he said, smiling as he watched her nod in agreement and
walk away. She shook her hips far more than normal as she walked
back to her seat to finish eating.
Aeon continued to stare at Selina as he
finished his meal of roasted lamb and boiled vegetables. The voices
of his advisors and subordinates passed straight through his head
until they mentioned the young Alexia back in her room.
Selina had come over to the same table
to join the discussion as Aeon’s assistant and she glanced at him
when he flinched and turned his eyes away from her at the mention
of Alexia’s name. He looked back at his assistant just in time to
see her red lips mouth the words ‘bring her as
are the one who will bring her to us.”
“ Bring who-”
Before she could finish her sentence
Aeon closed the slat shut and began to walk away. He had said too
much to the young girl. If she could somehow get a message to the
wrong people they may understand what it is that the Inquisitors
seek.
He walked along the red carpet that
lined the floor, through a hallway decorated with wooden panelling
and archways to hide the dull metal of the airship’s body. The
Titan I was the most luxurious airship known to the Ringlands, and
yet she was still complaining about it. The sound of flute and
violin bounced through the hallways from the mess hall whilst men
and women strolled through the corridors going about their
business.
The airship itself had six floors,
making it one of the largest airships ever created. The lowest
floor contained the armoury and maintenance sections where the
engineers slept and worked. The next floor up was the engine room
and above that was the mess hall and sleeping quarters. The
following floor was the hangar bay, used for personnel transports
and other such smaller craft, including Aeon’s personal
shuttle.
Finally the top two decks consisted of
the cockpit on the lower deck, the open deck on the above and
cannons on both.
Aeon made his way through the luxurious
décor and toward the mess hall, which had been designed to resemble
the dining halls of the noble families in the Alexandria Empire.
After all, the Tıtan I had been Queen Elisa’s personal transport
ship during the initial Ringlands war until the Inquisition took
control of it from within and turned it against the Alexandria
Empire that built it.
Instead of the standard four person
iron or steel table and bench sets that filled most airships, the
Titan I had three long wooden dining tables fit for fifty people
each. The chairs were of dark wood with red velvet cushions and
ornate carvings of a winged horse in the back. However, those had
been covered since with more cushion as it was the insignia of the
Alexandria Empire.
More wooden panelling lined the walls
and even the large open floor and ceiling given the impression as a
manor house or some other similar estate.
Aeon took his place at the head of the
table as everyone in the room stood and waited for him to sit down.
In unison they followed his lead and took their places once again.
It was crowded in the room, with more and more men and women
entering all the time, all of whom saluted Aeon as his wrinkled and
burnt fingers clutched a fork that rattled the food toward his
equally damaged mouth.
“ My Lord,” said a young
woman with golden locks and one blue eye. The other was green. She
wore the night blue pantaloons and shirt of the Inquisitors except
herself was far tighter than others’. “We will arrive in Argent
within two hours.”
“ Very good,” replied Aeon,
gazing up a the woman. “Thank you Selina.”
“ You are welcome, my Lord.
Is there anything else you need of me? Anything I could do after
the food has finished?”
Her tone of voice grew deeper and
seductive as her eyes gazed into his. She put a hand on his and
wrapped her fingers around it. Aeon twisted his head to the left,
his eyes rolling up and down his assistant.
“ Come at the same time as
always,” he said, smiling as he watched her nod in agreement and
walk away. She shook her hips far more than normal as she walked
back to her seat to finish eating.
Aeon continued to stare at Selina as he
finished his meal of roasted lamb and boiled vegetables. The voices
of his advisors and subordinates passed straight through his head
until they mentioned the young Alexia back in her room.
Selina had come over to the same table
to join the discussion as Aeon’s assistant and she glanced at him
when he flinched and turned his eyes away from her at the mention
of Alexia’s name. He looked back at his assistant just in time to
see her red lips mouth the words ‘bring her as
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