Chapter One: Barcelona
[WARNING: Heavy Themes of Mind Break and Non-Consent]
Eliza bon Barbshank looked through her mirror. Through it, she saw the mountain road that led into elven city of Frillist. Eliza's handmaiden was brushing her long black hair, pulling it past Elizas pointed ears. Eliza wanted to have it free and flowing for the greeting ceremony. In the upcoming journey she would likely have it tied up more often then not, or even cut it entirely if it got in her way.
The mountain elves lived high up in the peaks, secluded from the works of man and other elves. While other elven kingdoms slowly joined under the flag of the Cathrain Empire, the mountain elves remained independent. Now after years of negotiations, Elizas father had come to an agreement with the Cathrain Emperor that allowed for them to continue their independence. As a sign of trust, Eliza would be meeting the Emperor's grandson, and travelling with him to the capital.
Eliza wouldn't be surprised if there were talks of marriage. This trip was probably an attempt to push the Emperor's grandson and her to be on friendlier terms with each other before anything was suggested. Eliza didn't hate the idea of an arranged marriage, it was a logical route of diplomacy. However she dreaded the idea of being stuck on a horse for the next few months with someone insufferably dull, arrogant, moronic, or worst of all: all of the above.
Talfen, Elzas handmaiden, finished brushing. Eliza stood up and stretched, flexing her muscles in the mirror. Her body was tone from decades of training, something she was very proud of. Elves had naturally fit bodies, but getting them into the form that Eliza had took much more effort then it did for humans. Eliza's abs especially were the mark of a dedicated and agile warrior. Eliza knew she was being vain every time she looked in the mirror like this, but she had earned it after all.
With a small wave of Eliza's hand, the mirror returned back to a view of the mountain road. This time, it showed several horses racing down it. Human men and women, alongside some whose species Eliza couldn't identify from here, were having the time of their lives. The snow exploded behind each of the horses, and even without sound it felt like she could hear the yells of excitement. The feeling was infectious, and she couldn't help but smile along with them.
Eliza waved her hand again, and the mirror returned to normal. While she had been looking at the incoming royal and his entourage, Talfen retrieved her clothes for the ceremony. The ceremony would involve welcoming the grandson into the castle, followed by a banquet. Eliza would rather they just be on their way. Still, sometimes you just needed to put on a show.
Even at their speed it would take them another hour to reach the city. Eliza used it to finish getting ready. As she put on the winter dress, furs wrapping around her shoulders, she wondered if she would miss being able to dress like this. The valley below was much too warm for the furs that she enjoyed so much.
Just as she finished with her deep red lipstick there was a knock at her door. Talfen opened it, and Eliza looked to see who it was. Leto the High Elf, leader of the mountains, shaper of laws, and Eliza's father came into the room. Eliza stood up and smiled warmly. They embraced each other while Talfen left the room.
Eliza looked up at him and realized he wasn't smiling. "Whats wrong Father?" She tilted her head
Her father sighed while pulling a chair towards him. "Sit down, I have something I want to discuss with you."
Eliza felt a tension in the room while she took her seat. Her father gathered himself for a moment, something she had never seen him do in all of her 90 years. He spoke slowly "What are your thoughts on our guests?"
Eliza was surprised that he wanted her opinion. "I've been watching them through the mirror. They seem young, naive. Like most humans they live in the moment so it's hard to see what plans they have."
Her father nodded. "Humans have a way of being naive and cunning at the same time. You need to remember that"
Eliza frowned "What do you mean?"
Her father looked at her in the eyes "In the past five years of negotiations, I have sent over two dozen spies into the valleys to gather information on this Cathrain Empire. None have returned"
A jolt of anxiety. "Dead?" Eliza asked softly
Her father shook his head "We don't know. But if they had been, why haven't the Cathrains said anything in negotiations? No moves, even up to the moment we signed the final agreements. So our problem is this: Will the Cathrains make a move, or did they never plan to make one? And if the Cathrains had no plans, where did our spies go? We know too little about the valley, the humans, and even the elves that have united with them. It's your job to find our enemies, and any allies, old or new."