Shadows Of Dominion

A boy with a woman as his wife.

He is a threat.

~Nima

Nima

The North

Saba

The preparations for Lady Safah's arrival continued throughout the day. Servants bustled about, making sure everything was in order, and Nima personally oversaw many of the details. She wanted to ensure that Lady Baldar would be welcomed warmly and with the respect she deserved. As the evening drew near, Nima received word that Lady Safah's entourage would be arriving at dusk. She stood on the balcony, looking out over the Ashraf palace. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the land.

The sound of horses' hooves and the clatter of wagons grew louder as Lady Safah approached the Ashraf residence. Nima descended from the balcony and made her way to the entrance, where she would formally welcome her guests. With a deep breath, Nima steeled herself for the encounter with the formidable Lady Safah Baldar, her thoughts racing wildly.

The approaching procession of the Baldar clan was indeed a sight to behold. Their soldiers, adorned in armor bearing the Baldar banner, marched with military precision and discipline. They formed a protective cordon around the carriage bearing their lady, a clear indication of their dedication to her.

As the carriage came to a majestic halt in front of the Ashraf palace, the soldiers promptly dismounted and efficiently opened the carriage door, revealing Lady Safah Baldar and her two loyal companions.

The first woman to emerge was tall and exuded a sense of authority, her gaze unwavering and focused. She was followed by a shorter companion who appeared to be on high alert, scanning her surroundings as if analyzing every potential danger. Their presence was a testament to the vigilance and readiness of the Baldar clan.

However, it was Lady Safah herself who left an indelible impression. Her graceful and enigmatic aura demanded attention. As she glided from the carriage, it was clear that she was not just a mere noblewoman but a formidable presence in her own right.

Nima, standing on the steps of the palace, couldn't help but be struck by Lady Safah's poise and composure. Though they had never met before, Nima had heard tales of Safah's remarkable feats under pressure, particularly the audacious capture of her nemesis's son. Nima's grandfather had emphasized the subtlety of the threat in the letter Safah had sent to the Qualme house, a threat underscored by the display of a soldier's head on a platter beneath the Baldar banner.

As Lady Safah ascended the palace stairs, her two companions trailed behind her. Nima observed them closely and realized the source of their amusement. A disheveled soldier, bearing the unmistakable Baldar armor, had walked ahead of them. His appearance was a stark contrast to the refined elegance of the ladies and the ceremonial grandeur of the occasion. The soldier, however, didn't seem pleased by their amusement and cast a fierce and almost deadly glare in their direction.

Nima, as the head of the welcoming party, stood at the forefront of the grand entrance to the palace. Flanking her were two experienced noblewomen who added an air of dignified authority to the reception, and standing just behind her was her grandfather, a revered figure whose presence alone commanded respect.

Zain, Nima's younger half-brother, was positioned discreetly behind her. His role was to that of Safah bethrothal but as Lady Safah Baldar made her regal entrance, Zain couldn't help but be taken aback by her elegance and presence. His initial reaction was one of awe, his eyes widening in amazement.

Nima, who had been observing Zain's reaction, couldn't resist teasing him. "Close your mouth, Zain!" she playfully chided him, which prompted him to swiftly regain his composure.

Though he attempted to play it cool, Zain was still visibly impressed by Lady Safah's grace and poise. Nima decided to add a touch of drama to the moment by mentioning one of Safah's daring deeds.

"She isn't that impressive," Zain mumbled, trying to downplay his admiration.

Nima decided to share a tale about Lady Safah's courage. "You know, she once stabbed a traitor in the woods and left him there," she revealed, her voice carrying a hint of mystery, his eyes widened even more.

The party finally reached the top of the stairs, and Nima extended a welcoming hand with a warm smile. "Welcome to the Ashraf Palace, Lady Safah," she greeted their guest.

Lady Safah accepted the greeting with a graceful nod. "Thank you, Lady Nima. Your hospitality is much appreciated."

Nima's grandfather, who had been observing the entire exchange, stepped forward to offer his own welcome. "It's an honor to have the renowned Lady Safah and her companions in our palace. I am Lord Anwar Ashraf, and this is my granddaughter, Lady Nima Ashraf."

Lady Safah's demeanor displayed a mixture of respect and keen observation. "Lord Anwar, Lady Nima, the honor is mine. I have heard tales of the Ashraf's generosity and wisdom, and I am grateful for your warm welcome."

As they exchanged pleasantries, Nima couldn't help but notice Zain's continued fascination with Lady Safah. She knew that this alliance was a political matter, and any chance for Zain and Lady Safah to bond could strengthen their positions.

Lady Safah gestured toward the disheveled soldier who had accompanied them, introducing him as Captain Rais. Nima noted the wear and tear on the captain's uniform, a testament to their long journey and the fierce challenges they must have faced. The two ladies, Bitti and Jasma, were introduced next. They carried themselves with an air of confidence and curiosity as they exchanged greetings with the Ashraf family.

"They are all under my care," Lady Safah explained, emphasizing the bond she shared with her companions. Nima couldn't help but admire Safah's dedication to those under her care, as it spoke of her character and leadership style.

Nima acknowledged their presence with a gracious nod. "We are delighted to have you all as our guests," she said, extending her hospitality to Safah's entire entourage.

Lady Safah chuckled as she responded, "We aren't just guests. We are home. I've heard everyone in the Ashraf court feels at home."

"Of course, Lady Safah," Nima acknowledged with a polite nod. She then shifted to allow her brother Zain to come into view. Zain, who had been standing slightly behind her, stepped forward. As he extended his hand, Lady Safah graciously offered hers, and he kissed it with a charming smile.

"Welcome home, Lady Safah," Zain greeted her warmly, his smile reflecting a genuine hospitality.

"Would you kindly escort me to my chambers, Zain?" Lady Safah held onto Zain's arm, her voice carrying a charming tone.

"I would be honored, my lady," Zain replied as he linked arms with her. They began walking through the palace's corridors, and Lady Safah couldn't help but express her admiration for the palace's architecture and artwork. She was truly in awe of the grandeur that surrounded her.

Nima, who had joined them, was not far away, but her grandfather discreetly tugged her aside. He leaned in to whisper in her ear, "What are you doing? You can't just refer to a bride as a guest at her matrimonial ceremony."

Nima felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. She had indeed made a thoughtless comment. She whispered back, "I didn't realize what I was saying. I didn't mean to offend."

"Compose yourself, please. She is your brother's bride, and you must tread carefully. Keep the peace," her grandfather advised in a hushed tone. She nodded and tried to regain her composure.

The west wing of the palace had been meticulously prepared for Lady Safah's accommodation, with most of her belongings already unpacked by her diligent servants who had arrived earlier. Five of her ladies-in-waiting stood in a line, ready to greet their lady as she entered.

Zain was clearly captivated by Lady Safah. He continued to hold her hand as they made their way to her chamber, lost in admiration.

Nima, noticing her brother's infatuation, decided to break the silence. "I hope you find your chambers to your liking," she said with a warm smile.

Lady Safah turned to Nima and returned the smile. "I absolutely love it."

"The entire west wing has been prepared for your stay. It should provide ample space for you and your wards," Nima explained. The west wing, while not the largest, was a self-contained area within the palace and was designated for Lady Safah's use. It was a suitable accommodation, considering her status as Zain's first wife.

Nima's grandfather solemnly reminded everyone of the crucial matters that needed addressing: the marriage pact, the strengthening of their army, and the sworn allegiance. His words hung heavily in the air, emphasizing the gravity of their upcoming discussions.

"Of course, my Lord. There is indeed much to discuss," Safah responded, her tone carrying a veiled threat, which did not escape Nima's attention.

As they conversed, Zain proposed a grand ball in honor of their guests. He bowed courteously and began to take his leave. Nima suddenly realized a troubling lack of respect. Lady Safah and her retinue, including her advisors and soldiers, hadn't accorded her the proper respect befitting her position as the Nizar of the north. This bold disregard was surprising, even from someone as formidable as Lady Baldar. Nima offered a subtle nod of acknowledgment to Lady Safah before following Zain's departure.

Nima's grandfather issued a stern warning as they reached her chamber. "You must tread carefully, Nima. The Ta'isha are renowned for their boldness and aggression. The lady isn't here to play the role of a submissive housewife. Keep that in mind, and think through every decision carefully." She couldn't help but acknowledge the truth in his words. She had heard tales of the Ta'isha clan's ferocity, knowing that even the smallest of their members could inflict serious harm before they were subdued.

"I understand, grandfather," she replied, her voice tinged with concern. "This alliance is both a threat to my reign and a problem at the moment. I'm not entirely sure how this will unfold." She slumped down on a sofa, deep in thought about the challenges and complexities that lay ahead. Zain had likely retreated to his own chambers, escaping the political tensions that surrounded the idea that only a man should inherit the title of Nizar. This notion had become a source of conflict between him and Nima, and he had little interest in being embroiled in the politics of leadership. Yet, because of his gender, he enjoyed certain privileges and preferential treatment, which often irked Nima. It was frustrating that a man was entitled to everything, while a woman's role seemed limited to mere decoration within the household.

She despised the archaic customs of the North, which restricted women's roles and stifled their potential. In contrast, other regions were more progressive in their treatment of women. In the West, women were esteemed traders and merchants, with the right to own ships and trading posts. The South, even more progressive, allowed women to train in combat and participate in battles, defending themselves when no men were present. In the East, women owned vast, prosperous farms and hired men to work for them, a clear testament to their independence and autonomy. The North's limited view of women's capabilities was a source of constant frustration for women.

Her grandfather's voice held a tone of reassurance as he continued to provide guidance. "Don't view Zain as a threat to your reign; he is just a boy yet."

Nima listened, her mind conflicted. "A boy with a woman as his wife. He is a threat. Lady Baldar won't forget the fact that I didn't send an army when her clan needed it. Now, all her family is dead. Imagine that, and imagine the nobles who will use it against me. It's a disaster for my reign," she lamented.

"I see what you see, but you don't see what I see yet. Lady Baldar is a woman like any other woman. And do you know why we northerners hold onto the notion of women as leaders? Because women often judge things emotionally. And you are doing that right now. If you want to be a true leader, you need to put your emotions aside," her grandfather gently advised, his years of experience shining through in his words.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her emotional turmoil. Her grandfather's words had always been a source of comfort, and she knew that he had a point. While she had to navigate a male-dominated world and deal with complex alliances, it was essential not to let emotions cloud her judgment.

"I understand, Grandfather," she conceded, her voice more composed. "I will do my best to keep emotions in check and approach this situation with a clear mind."

Her grandfather nodded in approval. "That's my girl. Remember, you are the Nizar for a reason. Your reign is not only about you but also about the welfare of our people. You must lead with strength, intelligence, and vision."

As Nima pondered the situation, she realized the weight of her previous decisions. She had promised the Ta'isha clan an army of a thousand swords, and this oath was binding, no matter the circumstances. It was a solemn commitment, one that could not be taken lightly.

The marriage proposal had initially been a strategic move to seal the pact and ensure the Ta'isha's allegiance to her rule. At that time, she believed that the Baldar family had been wiped out, and there was no need to involve herself in a conflict with the Rezaygat clan. However, events had taken an unexpected turn. Lady Safah had not only survived but had risen to take control of her clan's affairs, and now she was in the North to demand the army Nima had promised her father just a season ago. The situation was complicated and fraught with challenges. Nima needed to figure out how to honor her oath without jeopardizing her position as Nizar of the North or the safety of her people.

Nima was well aware that she had a vast army at her disposal. Her authority as the Nizar of the North gave her command over hundreds of thousands of men, all ready to protect their land and serve their Nizar. She could deploy a force far greater than a thousand swords, and it wouldn't make a significant dent in her resources. She had the means to train more soldiers, ensuring the defense of the North against any threat that might arise.

The challenge lay not in the quantity of soldiers she could provide but in the politics and the promises she had broke. The Ta'isha clan expected precisely a thousand swords, and breaking the terms of the oath could have far-reaching consequences. It was a matter of trust, honor, and diplomacy.

As the evening wore on, Nima decided to retire to her chambers, declining the offer to prepare the dining hall for the guests, as they needed time to settle in. She instructed her ladies to send enough food to the west wing for the guests but stated that she wasn't hungry at the moment and would inform them if that changed.

Lying in her bedchamber, she found it difficult to sleep. Exhausted from the day's events, she had been suffering from insomnia for nearly a month. Her grandfather had been desperately trying to find a remedy, convinced that some form of dark magic or enchantment, possibly from the woods dwellers, was affecting her. Nima lay in her bed, hoping for a peaceful night's rest, yet plagued by the mysterious and unsettling sleeplessness that had befallen her.

In the quiet of her chamber, Nima tried to clear her mind and relax her body in an attempt to find sleep. She closed her eyes and focused on her breathing, trying to push away the thoughts and concerns that swirled in her mind.

As Nima sat in her bedchamber, still awake and deep in thought, her cousin Shima entered with a plate of coocoo, a traditional delicacy made from ground and baked rice. The sweet aroma of the cookies filled the room, offering a comforting distraction.

"Still awake?" Shima inquired with a knowing smile, setting the plate on the bed.

Nima nodded, appreciating her cousin's understanding and companionship. Shima was not only a trusted lady-in-waiting but also a close advisor and a full-blooded Ashraf from her mother's side, making their bond even stronger.

"I think you must be craving for some coocoo," Shima suggested, joining Nima on the bed as they indulged in the sweet treats.

"What's on your mind, Shima?" Nima asked, curious about her cousin's thoughts.

A mischievous smile graced Shima's lips. "I heard that the Ta'isha bride brought with her some rather handsome soldiers."

"Handsome, you say?" Nima replied, sharing a playful laugh with her dear friend. Shima's appreciation for handsome and muscular men was no secret, and their laughter echoed through the chamber.

However, the mirth soon gave way to a more serious conversation as Nima asked, "Let's be serious, what do you think of Lady Safah Baldar?"

Shima's expression turned thoughtful. "A puzzle," she mused. "One that's challenging and unpredictable, but nothing we can't solve together, my lady."

Nima couldn't help but nod in agreement. "The Baldar family holds immense influence and power, not limited to their territory. Their reach extends to every court in the region."

Shima pondered for a moment. "The challenge isn't solely Lady Baldar; it's about who can outwit her intelligence. Do you think she can manipulate Zain or any of the council members?"

Nima's eyes narrowed in contemplation. "She can manipulate anyone easily, especially with Zain as her fiancé. Her presence in the court could disrupt our plans and alliances."

Shima's laughter echoed in the chamber as she quipped, "It's been a while since we had a worthy opponent, my lady."

Nima joined in the laughter but quickly turned serious. "You're right, dear Shima, but we need Lady Safah on our side, not working against us. She's as treacherous as they come. She doesn't take kindly to betrayal; in fact, she's been known to execute those who even dared to lie to her. She sends threat letters with bloodied heads of soldiers as a gruesome reminder. Being a member of the Baldar clan, she's synonymous with trouble. However, her treacherous nature can work in our favor if we gain her allegiance."

Nima leaned in closer to her cousin, her voice low and filled with concern. "She'll undoubtedly question why I didn't send my army, a question I still can't fathom the answer to, and why my grandfather supported that decision. If word reaches the western territories that I failed to uphold my promise, trust will be eroded, and I risk losing my title. With most of my council members already harboring resentment, I can ill afford any more missteps."

As the night wore on, Nima and Shima continued their intense discussion, strategizing, and planning. The soft glow of candles illuminated their faces as they delved into the impending negotiations with Lady Safah of house Baldar of the Ta'isha clan.

The moon dipped below the horizon, and the first rays of dawn crept

into the room, casting a pale light. They had covered every possible angle, weighed the potential risks, and considered how to gain the upper hand.