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Shazir had rallied a few local peasants to aide his wife...they had no idea where his nergy and determination had come from. Who he was was as nothing to them and the collar around his neck,... well drew more curiosity than anything else since he awas at times as a servant to the Priestess and others as her guide and Strength. As they could not besure what it all mant the people simply followed what they could see.
They followed a leader. And as he commanded, they followed his Priestess bride. As things had finally set in motion they realized she was a power in her own right and followed her willingly.
Shazir was proud of his wife. The pregnancy was even the best part because these people...so long starved of leadership, saw the cople and the unborn babe as a sign of strength and continuity...a dynasty was the word they used. One that had little meaning but a good sound for the "OnceThracian King." They would protect her and the babe...he was certain.
As all preparations had been completed he went to leave for a way to secure the future of his "Oracle Queen" by the best way he knew....secure allies. After only making it a few Li that day a terrible storm rolled in from the East and forced him to return to the Palace. As he observed her.....and the joy she had of his return...he knew the storm was a sign. A sign that he should never hasten away from her Ever...and that he should always return in the times of trouble and here find peace with her.
If only the child was as eager to be with it's father as he was to be with the babe and the mother.
"Ladie Hollie, I love you beyond measure, and I am more certain after reading the messages of the other powerful leaders who welcome you already that I am the most blessed man in the world today! The Cappadocian Kingdom will raise to the stars!"
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