Agyr to Fronepu
The caravan wound its way along the Melite coastal regions - the peasants came out in Gor Ault, Trottie, Ieara, and Seven Rivers to pay homage to the silent exodus from Agyr. Some of the commoners who still clung to the way of the Bloodspeakers bowed down in the cold dirt, praising the passing Queen with strange mystical names; the Queen of Darkness, the Wrath of Iku-Turso. Maya peered out of the slats of the palanquin at the passing countryside, the supplicating commoners, the grey clouds. Her guards wouldn't let her talk to the people due to the risk of the ongoing rebellion.
Fronepu's high walls appeared on the horizon, and the exodus entered the city. The wagons, servants, and clerks wound their way through the city, mingling with the curious locals, the diverse and worldly people of Melhed's southern city, and new center of power. The Queens Guard did their best to keep the handmaidens from getting too distracted by the markets' fine clothiers, and ushered the caravan on to Duke Pavel's manor. The gates were opened and the wagons safely stowed away. A crowd began to form around the ducal manor, hoping to get a glimpse of the Queen; but she was whisked discretely out of the palanquin and safely into the ducal manor.
Entering the manor, Maya walked the manor corridors, leaning on a handmaiden's arm. "The journey was difficult," Maya explained, "the rocking of the palanquin seemed to disturb our young princeling."
Stewards began to crowd around the Queen with all kinds of reports and requests, but the chief among them broke the greatest of news: "The rebellion is broken, Your Majesty! Your loyal subjects have repulsed the rebels from Agyr."
The Queen smiled and held up her hand. "Excellent news. We shall forgive Lord Johnny if he vows his loyalty to the crown anew, until the end of time. But Lord Claudius shall never set foot on these lands again on pain of death. But the matter now is to find a suitable place to build a new palace for our realm. Go hire workers, find all the unemployed men in the city and get them the tools they need. Vicar Pavel and I shall find the location and agree upon the design tomorrow." Maya waved off the rest of the stewards and retreated to a private chamber to recuperate.
