Chapter Four

Chapter Four

Grainne walked down the hallway, her hand firmly clasping that of the child she already thought of as her daughter.  Dauris.  She was still amazed that they had actually found her, alone, under circumstances that mirrored her dream of only this morning.  It felt like a lifetime ago.

Dauris walked quietly beside her mother, mentally reviewing everything she knew about Emperors.  Would he be a kindly man, an innocent like Mother and Illian?  Would he be sinister like Jules and Marus?  She knew of examples on both ends of the spectrum, and that was without even thinking hard.  He would be her father, though, and her experience with fathers was limited at best.  She hoped for kindly and innocent, though.

She did not have long to wonder.  They came to a door and Grainne opened it and escorted Dauris into the Emperor’s study, shutting the door behind them. The Emperor was seated in one of his reading chairs and stood upon seeing them, looking at his wife with eyes that took Dauris’ breath away.

He was sinister, yes, but not now, not here.  He was not innocent, but he had been, once.  He would be kindly to her because… because Mother wished it.  She had seen that look so many times, as men looked at the women they cherished.  Did Mother know?  She looked up at Grainne curiously and saw that she flushed slightly, but did not return the look.  For a moment Dauris wished that she were big enough to spank the both of them.

“This is the child, my husband.”  Such formality in her voice.

He nodded.  “Thank you, my wife.  She is to be called Dauris?”

“Yes, Tresoria Dauris.”

He looked down at her and smiled.  “Hello, Dauris.  Would you like to sit down?”

She nodded solemnly and let go of Mother’s hand.  She walked over to one of the great reading chairs, the one nearest where the Emperor had been sitting, and climbed into it.  She could tell that she looked very small in the large seat, but she didn’t mind.

Grainne smiled at her and then turned to her husband.  “I must see to some things for her.  Will she stay in the bower with me?”

He nodded.  “Yes, that would be best.”

Mother smiled and then took her leave.  Father took his seat again and looked at Dauris for a long moment.  She looked back at him.  “You are quiet,” he observed.

“You love her.”  Father looked startled at her words.  “You love Mother and yet you don’t share her life.  Why?”

“Ours was a political match.”  She could see him reconsidering her as he spoke.  He had thought her to be simply a child.  As easier as it would be to simply be a child, she had to disabuse him of that notion; she could not afford it.  Not with threats active against her on several sides.

“Marus told me.  What sort of politics could join you to a woman you plainly adore, a woman who gave you three sons, and yet keep you so separate?  Would loving her weaken you somehow?  Is it that men in your world do not share their lives with the women closest to them?  Is it that time and inattention have come between you?”

“You are still too young…”

She interrupted him, politely, but still, she broke the rules to interrupt.  It got his attention.  “Do not be deceived, your Excellency, Father.”  He blinked in surprise.  She continued.  “I am everything that you see, a stranger, a foundling, other-than-human and unfamiliar with all that you take for granted, but all that you see is not all that I am.  Do not believe that my understanding is not that of a woman grown and that I do not understand the necessities of nobility and of rulership.  I know the role that I am to play and I will play it willingly.  I will be the dutiful daughter and the loving sister, if you will allow it, but though I am sometimes foolish, I am not a fool.”  Her voice grew very soft and tears filled her eyes.  “I grew very lonely in the cavern and my gratitude for freedom is very great.”

He nodded slowly.  “Very well.”  He paused, collecting his thoughts.  “Our world is ruled by two great Empires, we of the North and the other of the South.  We are not friendly.”

He watched her nod in understanding.  “Competing superpowers rarely are.  It is one of those constants that make me truly believe the old adage about how things change, but never seem to change.”

He nodded.  “Between the Empires, as a buffer so to speak, are several small nations, kingdoms and small republics and the like.  One of those is Castellan, where your Mother comes from.” Again, she nodded in understanding.  He continued.  “The royal line of Castellan is known for peculiar abilities.  The royal daughters… dream, and their dreams are more than nighttime fantasies.”

“Their dreams come true.”  There was a strange note in her voice; it sounded almost like strangled hope.

“Yes.  Most often it is love that the royal daughters dream of, and such dreams… are not to be denied.”

“Mother dreamed of me.”  Now there was a touch of awe to her voice, a sense of disbelief of her own good fortune.

“And here you are.  Sometimes the dreams are of threats to the land, or threats to the world, and sometimes the dreams are for purposes that we do not understand, but are not to be resisted.  Your mother dreamed of you and her dream called you Daughter.  You are her daughter.  No matter the formalities that must still be accomplished.”

“I haven’t had a mother in so very long…”  Again that touch of awe, the Emperor found his heart going out to this unchildlike child.

He decided to return to the tale.  “A generation ago a Castellan royal daughter dreamed of love and it came very close to setting our world at war.”

She frowned slightly, pulling her brows together.  “Mother?”

He shook his head.  “Her sister.  She dreamed of the Emperor of the South.  The buffer lands must remain neutral, but to allow a Castellan royal daughter to wed the Southern Emperor would be to create an alliance, one that the North, that I, could not allow.”  He shook his head.  “I would have slaughtered millions to prevent that alliance.”

Dauris’ face paled.  The way he had described the dreams and the foretelling of them called to mind a particular form of bonding, and the catastrophic tragedies that resulted when anyone thought to separate those so bound.  “You set yourself against the dreams of a Castellan royal daughter?  Even with how much you believe in them?  What sort of arrogance… ?”  She stopped suddenly and turned very red.  She looked down at her hands.  “I beg your forgiveness.”

He smiled.  “You did warn me, Daughter, and it was arrogance.  If Princess Alyssa had dreamed of any Southerner other than the Emperor, I would not have had the cause for war which I sought.  And I did seek war.  I was proud.”  He sighed deeply.  “I would have even spilled noble blood for my pride.”  He didn’t like admitting to his faults, but after all these years; he had to admit them sooner or later.  “Your mother stopped me, may Heaven be thanked.”

“She made you an offer you could not refuse.”

He nodded.  “She offered me her hand, and a complementary alliance to balance the one her sister made.  She took a political match so that her sister could take a love match.  In the beginning I only admired her resolve.  I valued her as a war-prize, as a testament to my willingness to slaughter my way to strength.  Now…”  His voice trailed off.

“Now you would trade your Empire for her to dream of you.”  He nodded and Dauris took a deep breath.  “Predestined loves are almost as difficult as loveless alliance marriages.  You might try seeking her choice, not her dreams.  To choose to love someone, warts and all, is a greater gift than to have to love someone.”

They were silent for a long time.  Finally Dauris spoke up, in a hesitant voice.  “Is it only the royal daughters of Castellan who dream true dreams?”

He looked at her curiously. “Why?  Have you had odd dreams?”

She nodded slowly, looking at her hands.  “I… I do not know.  I have… I have dreamed of many things while I was trapped in the cavern… Freedom, Protection, Struggle… but I do not know if my dreams are anything more than the expected wishes of a girl who lost her mother at far too young an age.”

“You could be of a lost branch of the Castellan line, perhaps through the dryads of the Forest.”  He smiled at her.  “Though you are a touch young to be running away in search of Castellan dreams.”

She shook her head.  “No, I know where I come from, at least in bloodline, and the cavern seems to have only changed my physical seeming, and not my heritage.  I am not of Castellan except by Mother’s dream so far as I am aware as my people come from a place… further away than you could go.  The dreams I had were probably nothing more than just dreams.”

The Emperor reached out to take her small hand in his.  “Do not be so quick to dismiss your dreams.  Your mother is of Castellan’s royal line and her dreams declared you to be of her lineage.  I do not claim to understand the magic of Castellan dreams, but you are her daughter.”  He paused.  “Tell me of yourself, Daughter.”

“I am crippled, like a bird that cannot fly, but can still remember the freedom of the skies.  I was attacked by one who was my kin, and locked in the cavern to slowly shrink away to nothing.”  She took a deep breath.  “My parents were two bound by a predestined love, if the tales I was told by my foster mother are accurate and I have every reason to believe that they are because she loved them both in her way.  In our homeland, they were nobles of great power and authority, my mother was the chosen heir to the heir of one of the great Houses.”

She sighed sadly.  “I am told that they… they looked forward to my birth with joy… but I drew my first breath amidst tragedy.  I was not born from my mother, not as children usually are.  I was cut from her body as she struggled to save me from one who wished to kill me.  She did not survive.  I was told that death could not hold her… but I have not found her in any of my journeys and I am uncertain of what I would say to her if I did.”  She looked down at her hands.  “I am hunted as much because of who she was as for what I am.”

The Emperor looked at her.  Such sorrow and grief in her voice that it cut him deeply.  “You are safe here.  Do not be afraid.”

She looked up at him.  “I will never be safe until the one who seeks my destruction is dead.  But I swear to you, I will not allow the wrath of the one who hunts me to harm you.  I have run away before, I can do it again.”

He took her small face in his hands.  “Castellan dreamers run away from home for one purpose and one purpose alone, to find the one they dream of.  And that they do with astonishing regularity.  If you were to run, it would be with my blessing.  Castellan dreams will not be denied, no matter who the dreamer is.  But you have years of growing up to do before you need to worry about that.”

She nodded slowly.  “Yes, Father.”  There were tears in her eyes.

He smiled and gently let go of her.  “Your mother probably wishes to have you back in the bower to coo over and your brothers are probably impatient for a sister to spoil and I have papers of formal adoption to write up.  Let me ring for someone to take you back to the bower and then we can get everything take care of.”

She smiled her gratitude.

By the end of the day, it seemed, everyone in the Palace knew about Dauris, and about the Empress’ dream that led the Imperial family to her, and about her strange ways and odd manners.  More than one courtier went out of their way to catch a glimpse of the little princess-to-be as the family prepared for the formal adoption, which was held privately in the Palace’s chapel.

Marus had more and more cause to smile as he watched his sister return the stares with a calmness that bespoke experience in being the center of attention, and none of the usual addiction that came from it.  She didn’t go out of her way to draw their eyes, but she didn’t hide from them, either.  The fascination of the courtiers was simply a fact, and she didn’t fight it.  In a quiet moment he asked her why she wasn’t frightened of the stares or the attention.

She looked at him with calmly blinking eyes.  “Why would I be frightened?  They don’t really see me; they see a reflection of themselves, of their own fascination with the unknown or the strange.  I am a stranger to them, Brother, and they expect certain oddness from such a one.  It is the same reason that young girls become fascinated with young men of androgynous appearance and dangerous behavior.  The object is not as important for the girl’s growing identity, what she is drawn to is within herself; it is the masculine face that looks at her from within her own soul.  It is much more difficult for the boys, because they cannot face the feminine that looks back at them, not and admit that it is within themselves.  Androgyne is much more acceptable for females.”  At least, it was for those born human as she had discovered on more than one world.

She wasn’t human, though.  Her mother may have been one, once, but she wasn’t.

Marus laughed then, because he knew how right his sister was, and he knew that a child should not be that aware.  But as old as Dauris seemed to be… sometimes she was very much a child.

She started nodding off during supper, her head falling forward slowly and then suddenly jerking up as she came awake again, her eyes touched with fear.  Grainne saw her and glanced at her husband with concern.  Children often fought sleep, particularly the very young, but sleep was going to happen whether the young princess wanted it to or not.

The Emperor nodded towards his wife.  “Perhaps it is time that she returned to the bower.”

Marus started to stand, nodding a bow to his mother.  “I’ll take her.”

Grainne smiled her gratitude.  “I’ll be there shortly.”

Marus scooped Dauris into his arms just before her face fell into her plate.  “Careful, Little Sister.”  She made a slight sound of protest as he settled her into his arms.  “Do not be afraid.  You are safe now.”  With a sigh she relaxed, leaning her head on Marus’ shoulder.  He turned to bow to his father, careful for his sister, and then left the dining chamber.

Not long afterwards Jules had to see Illian to his room, too.

Marus was met at the bower by one of the maids who served his mother.  She saw the sleeping child and nodded to him, smiling at the adorable girl and leading them both to a small chamber which had been set aside for the little princess.  A nightgown, improvised from a blouse of her mother’s, was ready and Marus quietly insisted on helping ready the child for bed, and then tucked her in himself.  Before he left he laid a hand on her hair, gently, and kissed her forehead.  “Sleep well, Dauris.”

She sighed in her sleep, and Marus took his leave.

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