Lesbiannicus…..

“Your majesty here are the reports you requested in regards to the legions, “a soldier says placing a stack of papers on the table in front of her. Looking over the information for the most part she was pleased until she noticed a slight discrepancy.

“There seems to be a shortage of bodies amongst the special forces.”

“Your majesty there is no shortage that is all that remains of the highly trained soldiers.”

“What has become of the rest?”

“Deceased your majesty.”

“Deceased? Why am I now just being informed?”

“Your majesty you were informed by the soldiers who returned from the first expedition in search of the missing princess.” Similar to the reaction she held the day she was first informed anger quickly came over her and it was reflected clearly in her face as it had now turned beat red. Her most powerful and strongest soldiers lives had been stilled. According to the soldiers who returned their lives had been stilled by those still honoring the late queen. Without, a special task force her invasion of Natticulus could potentially fall short of successfully overthrowing the city. Furthermore, she knew in going forward with her plan it would require more strategically planning compared to the capture of Lesbiannicus and Cordelia mainly due to its location. She was also fully aware Queen Maia commanded a powerful army of her own.

“How long will it take to train others?”

“Train others “she asked in a confused tone.

“Yes, train others you infectious cunt!”

“Apologies your majesty I do not have an exact answer as it depends on ones skill level and how quickly they can obtain——.”

“Select the best soldiers that we have, “she says rudely interrupting her, “See they are properly trained immediately!”

“Yes, your majesty, “she says bowing before her before removing herself from her massive military tent. Returning to the papers before her she places them aside then grabs another stack of papers then looks up at her advisors standing surrounding her.

“Has my mother been located?”

“She has not your majesty.”

“Adele?”

“There has been no word or citing of her since her departure.”

“And the princess?”

“There are soldiers still searching for her.”

“So, the answer is no.”

“Correct your majesty.” Slowly rising out of her chair she walks towards the small table a few inches in front of her. Grabbing a yellow vase, she pours the wine contents into a glass. Enjoying the warm feel of the liquid coating both her tongue and throat she places the glass back on the table and a wicked smile appeared across her face.