Well, my other computer needs some fixing so rather 
then wait for it to be fixed; I decided to let this chappie 
out. Anrui, Rhapsody of life and Belle Morte are still on 
my broken down computer. I am in the process of getting it 
fixed and all the documents saved. I really should have 
done that in the first place. I can’t promise when it’ll be 
fixed but some time in the very near future. But for now 
this story is my pride and joy. Thanks for the reviews and 
I hope you like it. It has more dialogue then the other one 
and sort of brings you more into my version of the medieval 
Silver Millennium. There’s some mild language later on but 
you’ve all heard it before so ‘what ever.’

Chapter One: Meet Nanashi, the Queen’s Slayer
“…Twenty-one, twenty-two…There! That should be 
enough!” I said as I brushed the coat of a dog. Actually 
she was a wolf cub but what Quatra didn’t know wouldn’t 
hurt him. He actually did guard me (even in our exile) and 
would feel that a wolf cub would be a danger to my life. 
But then he’d feel guilty when he looked into the white 
wolf’s crystal green eyes. Yes, I new Quatra was a softie, 
despite his intelligence and swordsmanship. I think he’d 
have had a horrible life at court if he hadn’t left with me 
in the first place. People tend to die if they’re not 
ruthless enough at court. 
“Makoto! Makoto!” an old woman called. I turned as 
the door to the attic opened. An old motherly woman walked 
in. That was Merle, our maid. “What happened Merle?” I 
asked. “There are some people out there demanding to see 
you. Lord Quatra is having trouble keeping them from coming 
up here and talking to you themselves. Now if you excuse me 
Lady Makoto,” she said and bowed out to go do whatever she 
usually did. 
‘Who could be here in the middle of nowhere and 
actually know who I am? Unless…no they couldn’t have found 
me, right? But maybe…’ I put the cub Sarien on the floor. 
She growled indignantly at being ignored. I quickly threw 
on an old flowery country gown. I could claim that I was 
just a country Lady and my husband was out or something, 
besides I could move easily in that dress and weapons could 
be hid. I had a dagger up my sleeve and a sword under all 
of the skirts. With that done I put on my imitation of 
Sarien’s indignant expression and trounced down the stairs.
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Though there were a bunch of carriages downstairs, 
there was only one that I was concentrating on; the rest 
seemed to be an entrouge of servants. Quatra was talking 
with what seemed to be the head servant because he wasn’t 
dressed flashy enough to be the head honcho. That was 
insulting as it was because Quatra was a Lord and should 
have been able to talk to whoever was the cause of this 
mess.
I huffed down to that carriage, trying to look as 
angry as I felt inside. The weather looked like it was 
about to thunder. I stopped after I reached Quatra. We both 
exchanged a look of mutual understanding. I trained my 
angry emerald eyes on the man dressed in the liveries of 
some Baron I forgot. He was as shaken as I expected him to 
be. Bad things like people falling down the stairs or 
having headaches, tended to happen when I looked at them 
after being angry. Quatra said it was the Royal blood in my 
veins. I’m not so sure…
“Excuse me, sir. What happens to be the problem?” I 
asked and lowered the intensity of my gaze. Scaring him to 
death wouldn’t help the situation. Quatra sighed after 
waiting for the man to speak. “Lady Reika, this man here is 
from the house of Lombard…” he stopped and tried to see if 
I was getting it. ‘Well I guess I’m lady Reika now. Can’t 
let these men know who I really am. They might take me back 
home. Now Lombard…why is this familiar. I should have paid 
more attention to my history lessons.’
“Lombard is a Duchy on Callisto, Remember Lady 
Reika?” he asked. Obviously I was supposed to be playing a 
proper countrywoman, which was completely out of character 
but I could manage. “Yes, I remember Lord Quatra,” I said 
gravely. “Good, now then, Lord Goro is here and wants his 
servant, to relay us a message.” He stressed the word 
servant to remind the man of his place. 
“Well this just won’t do, sir. I demand to be taken 
to speak to this Lord of yours at once. Never mind, you 
don’t have to escort me. I know where he is,” I said and 
began to walk to the fancier carriage. The man blocked my 
way. “Sorry Lady Reika,” he sounded as if he knew who I 
was, “the Lord left instructions for me to explain matters 
not to be bothered.” I heard Quatra begin to draw his 
sword. He wouldn’t kill the man if he didn’t have to but I 
rather not take any chances. Quatra sometimes took his job 
too seriously. 
“Nonsense, I know perfectly well that your Lord is 
not busy.” I walked down to his carriage, angrily. Quatra 
was at my back. ‘He’s trying to insult me, this Lord Goro!’ 
Thunder crackled in the distance. I opened the carriage 
door and hopped right in. Quatra of course made sure it was 
safe beforehand. 
Across from me was a man in his early twenties. He 
was gorgeous with black hair and crystal blue eyes. But I 
knew him from court, he was an arrogant prick and I half 
knew his motives for coming. “What do you want?” I asked in 
my best cold voice. “Why Lady Reika or should I say 
Princess Makoto, you should know why I’m here,” he said 
with that same ‘I’m better then you smile.’
My emerald eyes hardened. Goro had been my ex-fiancé 
and I hated him the whole time. He was the youngest Lombard 
lord and would get no inheritance. He was the one in court 
who was after power and thought he could get it by marrying 
me. All he had was the title but he would inherit nothing. 
The Queen granted him permission to marry me because she 
knew I would hate it. I had no say in it at all. I might 
have been married to him already if not for the fact he 
started to see me as dangerous after I started to win some 
court duels. He wanted a trophy wife not an Amazonian 
princess. Needless to say, he called off the whole thing. 
“I want to hear it from you Goro,” I said and 
purposely omitted his title. He had a look of anger on his 
face but quickly his it under his arrogant court mask. “Why 
of course, Mako.” He used my nickname, which angered me 
even more. Quatra had to restrain me from tearing out his 
throat. “Makoto do you really want to make things worse?” 
Quatra whispered in my ear.
I sighed and sat back down in the carriage seat. 
“You’re a hard one to find Makoto. Queen Anadis wants you 
back. She seeks to mend the rift your exile created.” I 
froze. The world seemed to spin. I expected another 
marriage proposal but this… ‘They found me. They know where 
I am. It’s going to start all over again.’ “Why so scared 
sugar plum? Maybe we can even get married,” he said with a 
smirk on his face.
“Married…married! You stupid son of a bitch get out 
of my property before I decide to kill you! This is truly 
an insult. The Queen is trying to irritate me. First she 
sends you, a man the whole world knows I hate. To top it 
all off you aren’t even a true Lord. You’re just a younger 
leach of a son, trying to get into Aunt Anadis’s good 
graces so you can get some money! What kind of deal did she 
strike with you? That I marry you and you get all of my 
money? Idiot! I am nothing like those air headed Ladies at 
court! You are wasting my time Goro.” “You country wench. I 
outta-” he stopped as lightning flashed behind me and he 
looked a little scared. Apparently he heard the stories of 
my new powers (I think its just a fluke). 
I opened the carriage door and jumped out. Quatra 
followed me, as he looked for any danger. But I needed to 
get something off my chest. I jumped back into the carriage 
and whispered something in Goro’s ear. “When you get back 
to Jupiter tell my beloved Aunt Anadis that I knew her 
reasons for sending you and if she really wants to mend the 
rift between us, she should get her lazy ass to tell me 
what the hell she wants because I know very well that she 
knew where I was the whole time. This was a mutual exile. 
She wants something. Oh and Goro, If I ever see your face 
around here again, there will be a duel to the death 
between us.”
I jumped back out the carriage. “You’re digging your 
own grave talking to the Queen like that!” Goro called out 
as the train of carriages started to move off. 
Quatra put a comforting hand on my shoulder. This 
meeting was emotionally exhausting and he knew it. But I 
just wanted to scream, not cry. “Mako, do you think it was 
smart to talk to Goro like that? He’ll tell the Queen what 
you said. You are not a stranger to her torture sessions 
Mako and when we get back…” he let the words hang, unsaid. 
‘The Queen will probably have me killed herself.’
I put on my most comforting smile. “Who say’s I’m 
going back? Even the Queen’s Slayer couldn’t take me back.” 
We both laughed. Nanashi, the Queen’s Slayer, was the head 
of her guard. His real name was Trowa Barton but Anadis 
wanted it changed for affect and who was to argue with the 
Queen? He was the head of her guard and had earned his 
position, being one of the fiercest warriors in the galaxy 
(there were 5 on Jupiter. Surprisingly Quatra was among 
them). He wasn’t seen much outside of court and when he was 
it was to kill somebody for the Queen. But he didn’t scare 
me as much as my own aunt did…
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“You spoiled puppy. No, Sarien you’re not getting any 
more links. This is for our dinner.” I gently kicked the 
whining cub away. It whimpered and sat in the corner to eat 
the sausage links it had managed to wheedle from me. 
“Quatra can you help me carry these plates to the dining 
room table?” Quatra sighed and lifted up a bowl with some 
salad in it. “Makoto, you shouldn’t cook so much,” he said 
while carrying it. I got to carry the mashed potatoes. 
We walked to the dining room, which was unfortunately 
situated at the other side of the manor. Quatra froze in 
front of me. He froze in the doorway of the dining room. 
Something was amiss. “Quatra can you hurry up and move? The 
foods getting cold!” I pushed him out of the way while he 
was too shocked by whatever it was.
The bowl of mashed potatoes I was carrying crashed to 
the floor as my hands went numb. A cold chill ran through 
my body and I’m sure my skin was very pale because sitting 
at the head of our table (very casually I might add) was 
the Queen’s Slayer, Nanashi… 
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The evil cliffie faerie strikes again…