The Wheel of Time: Legacies
Assault Upon The Lion Throne
 
by PJ
 
The woman entered Caemlyn at dawn with the farmers who brought their produce to the city's many markets.  She wore a plain red wool dress commonly worn by the women of Andor.
The woman's silky, shoulder length black hair was tied in a loose tail, held by a small red silk bow.  The woman hoisted her light satchel bag, taking her place in line, waiting as the city guards checked over each approaching visitor. 
 
"What is your name, ma'am?" inquired a bored soldier.
 
"Min," replied the woman.
 
"Your business in Caemlyn?"
 
"I'm here to visit an old friend."
 
"You may pass," waved the guard.
 
Min melded back into the crowd, heading east down a wide boulevard, the royal castle dominating the skyline of the city from its lofty perch.  Min proceeded into the heart of the merchant district, window shopping until she found the establishment she needed.
 
 
"How may I help you, Mistress?" asked a smiling matron dressed in green wool with flowery gold embroidery.
 
"I need some clothes, I hope you'll have something close on hand."
 
"I will do my best, Mistress," replied the kindly shop keeper.
 
 
Properly dressed, Min ate a small lunch of fruit purchased from one of the many vendors lining a nearby market square.  Nibbling on a handful of sweet grapes, Min found a carriage owner to take her to the Palace.  Min gazed out of the carriage's right hand window, looking over the bright, sunlit streets and homes of Caemlyn while she drew closer to the Palace. 
 
 
"Your name, my lady?" asked one of the Royal Guard stationed at the main gate of the Palace wall.
 
"My name is Min."
 
"I recognize that name, you are a friend of Her Majesty!"
 
"Yes, I wish to see her."
 
"Allow me to escort you to her," offered the Royal Guard, motioning for the tall gates to be opened as he climbed onto the boarding ledge of the carriage. The carriage jerked back into motion, beginning the shallow ascent to the Palace.  Once at the Palace entrance, the Royal Guard opened the carriage doorway for Min and held her hand while she disembarked.
 
"Please follow me, my lady," urged the Guard, guiding Min through the familiar halls of the Palace to the Throne Room itself.
 
The Throne Room was filled with agitated messengers, officers, and advisors when Min entered the large chamber.  Near one of the room's tall windows, Min spied Queen Elayne Trakand talking vehemently with two other women, Aes Sedai by their ageless appearance.
 
"Min!" exclaimed Elayne when the Royal Guard had alerted her to Min's presence.  Min smiled as the petite Queen rushed over in a swirl of red silk to embrace her affectionately.
 
"What's going on?" inquired Min, glancing at the many staring bystanders.
 
"The White Tower has declared war on the Black Tower.  An Aes Sedai army is already marching on the Black Tower as we speak."
 
"Why?" gasped Min.
 
"The Asha'men have continued to bond captured Aes Sedai.  Egwene ran out of patience, it would seem."
 
Min stared wide eyed at Elayne, then shivered when a Vision appeared to her. Elayne stood before Min in tattered clothes, the Throne Room in flames around her.
 
"What is it, Min?" asked Elayne, her eyes narrowed with concern.
 
"I'm just tired from my trip, that's all," grinned Min weakly.
 
"Let me arrange a suite for you.  You'll join me for dinner tonight?"
 
"Of course," smiled Min, allowing Elayne to hug her again before she departed with a Palace servant.
 
Elayne watched Min leave, then sighed to herself, rejoining the scowling Aes Sedai near the window.
 
 
"I saw one of the ladies you described to me!" insisted the young female street urchin, her dirty face scowling indignantly. 
 
"Let me verify that," replied Aran'gar, weaving Spirit around the girl, sifting through her thoughts.
 
"Yes, she is one of the women I mentioned," nodded the Forsaken.
 
"You'll pay me?" reminded the girl hopefully.
 
"Yes, little one," nodded Aran'gar, dropping several silver coins into the urchin's small hand.
 
As the urchin fled out of the inn's common room, Aran'gar left her chair and climbed the stairs to the upper floor.  She walked to the door of Osan'gar's room, knocking sharply.  When there was no reply, Aran'gar wove Air, unlatching the portal.
 
Osan'gar lay on his back upon the large bed, naked while two girls barely into their teens caressed and fondled his body.  A raven haired girl allowed Osan'gar to suck on her barely formed tits as she stroked his wide chest.  A blonde girl lay over Osan'gar's thick legs, sucking on his stiff cock, moaning softly.
 
"Min has arrived in the city.  She went to the Palace," said Aran'gar, her gaze intent on Osan'gar.
 
"Do we change the plan for tonight?"
 
"No, she can die along with the Queen."
 
 
Min rubbed the thick towel over her wet raven hair, relishing the warm feel of her skin after a hot bath.  Returning to her lavish bed chamber, Min put on fresh undergarments, then tugged on her tight purple leggings and high-heeled boots.  She thrust the hem of a clean violet silk tunic beneath the waist band of her leggings, then pulled on a waist length purple velvet coat with a high stiff collar.  Min combed out her long, dark hair, examining her appearance in a dresser mirror.
 
"Just how Rand liked to see me," murmured Min, her eyes becoming moist with sorrow even after so many years had passed.  Wiping her eyes with the back of her right hand, Min left the bedroom to join Elayne for dinner.
 
 
"How are Delana and Galad?" inquired Min, sipping from a tall crystal glass of red wine.
 
"Delana is at the White Tower, resuming her studies to become Aes Sedai," replied Elayne,
her expression thoughtful.  "Galad has just reached the Black Tower, and is beginning his training as an Asha'man."
 
"It's fortunate that Delana isn't experienced enough to go with the Aes Sedai army, it would terrible if sister and brother would have to fight each other."
 
"Yes," sighed Elayne, draining her own glass dry.  A servant quickly appeared to refill Elayne's glass, then returned to her station outside along the hallway wall.
 
"So, how are you?" asked the Queen.
 
"Oh, fine," smiled Min, nibbling on a piece of honeyed bread.
 
"You look well."
 
"And older," added Min, glancing up at Elayne, who looked as young as when she had fought at Rand's side during Tarmon Gai'don.
 
"It doesn't show."
 
Both women laughed, just before the room shook violently.
 
"What?" stammered Min.
 
"Someone's using the One Power!" frowned Elayne, jumping up from her chair. "Stay here!"
 
Before Min could argue, Elayne marched out of the room, followed closely by two Royal Guard.  Min rose from her seat, making her way to a wide window along the eastern wall.  The night was calm, the gardens were empty, and the air smelled of fresh blossoms.  The dining room shook again, and this time Min could hear the sound of shattering stone.  She watched in awe while one of the Palace's towers split in two, the top half sliding away to crash on the ground near the Palace's base.  A cloud of crushed rock billowed up towards Min, obscuring the window view with a tumultuous grey fog.  The debris cloud parted as if a blade had cut through it, revealing the floating form of Osan'gar, dressed in a drab brown shirt, pants, and boots.
 
"My lady," grinned Osan'gar wolfishly, bowing briefly at the waist, then hurling himself at the astonished Min.  Min sprang into a frantic run, reaching the dining room's double doors as Osan'gar floated in through the open window.
 
"Leaving so soon?  How rude!" chuckled the Forsaken, weaving Air in front of Min so she could not escape.
 
Min reached underneath her velvet coat, retrieving a long knife that she brandished in front of her heaving breasts.
 
"Not enough, my pet," said Osan'gar with a rueful shake of his head, weaving another pattern of Air as he floated closer to the trapped woman.
 
 
The hallway floor crumbled beneath Elayne and her guards.  The men fell screaming into the jagged pit, but Elayne hurled herself forward, catching the far edge of the pit opening with her hands.  Gritting her teeth, Elayne weaved a flow of Air, rising out of the pit and landing gently on the carpeted floor beyond.  Panting softly, Elayne's eyes widened when a sheet of raging fire blasted towards her across the length of the passage.  Elayne swiftly wove another Air pattern, forcing the fire wall to slam against an invisible barrier.  Elayne extended the shield all around her body, in time to protect her from a rain of falling stone as the ceiling exploded above her.  Blowing the floating dust away with a blast of Air, Elayne spied someone hovering in the sky near one of the Palace's slim towers.  The levitating woman pointed at Elayne, then crackling lightning shot from her right arm, flying unerringly towards the lovely Queen.  Elayne used Air to fly out of the hallway just before the lightning tore the passage apart with its ferocity.  Elayne weaved Fire, throwing two balls of green flame at her unknown foe.  The woman dove beneath the fireballs, weaving Air to blast Elayne towards one of the Palace's towers.  Elayne curled herself into a ball, using Air to form another shield right before she smashed into the steel hard surface of the tower behind her.
 
 
Min groaned weakly in protest, her eyes narrowed as she gagged on Osan'gar's thick, musky cock.  The barrel-chested man pulled painfully back on Min's long hair, making her grimace while he shoved his member deeper down her throat.
 
"Suck it, bitch," growled Osan'gar, his eyes aglow with lewd pleasure, his right hand stroking Min's left cheek as she unwillingly wrapped her warm, red lips around his prick.
 
Osan'gar thrust Min to her feet, her chin gleaming with saliva as he squeezed her thin arms and swirled her over to the dining table.  He shoved her against the table edge, pulling off her velvet coat, then ripping her silk shirt open. The Forsaken pressed his mouth over Min's right breast, sucking wetly on it, licking her nipple lasciviously.
 
"Stop!" exclaimed Min, pushing against Osan'gar's chest with her hands.
 
Osan'gar dug his right hand into Min's hair, jerking her head back, then covering her open mouth with his, slithering his tongue inside her jaws.  He reached into her leggings, stroking her pussy while he pushed her back onto the tabletop, crushing plates and glass shakers.  Osan'gar licked down Min's soft neck, then planted his moist lips on Min's left tit, licking the tender breast before biting down on her engorged nipple.
 
 
Elayne hurled through the tower, then screamed when she saw the broken structure fall towards her.  The Queen raised her arms in front of her just before the upper portion of the tower crashed down upon her, the ground shuddering from the heavy impact.
 
"Not much of a challenge," mused Aran'gar from her lofty perch, watching while the dust settled around the ruined tower.
 
"Return to Shayol Ghul," commanded a female voice behind Aran'gar.
 
"Aren't you supposed to be watching Egwene?" retorted Aran'gar, rotating in the air to confront the woman near her.
 
"Things have changed.  Are you coming or not?"
 
"Very well.  My work is done here," shrugged Aran'gar, entering the Gateway that led back to Shayol Ghul.
 
 
Min's naked body slid back and forth over the dinner table as Osan'gar fucked her ass.  The Forsaken grinned maliciously, his large cock ramming deep into Min's slick vagina.  Osan'gar held Min's hips firmly, his crotch slapping her buttocks again and again.  He bent forward, licking her back, enjoying the taste of her hot, creamy flesh.  Min moaned softly, her tits covered with crushed fruit, the juice running down her cleavage towards her clenched belly. Osan'gar reached around Min with his right arm, settling his hand between her legs, fondling her clitoris, pinching and rubbing it until she groaned weakly, her pussy wet with cunt honey.
 
A slim black limb burst through Osan'gar's chest, releasing a spurt of hot blood that splattered across Min's naked back and ass.  Min collapsed against the food strewn table while Osan'gar clutched at the slick lance poking through his body.  A sharp hiss heralded the stream of purple fire that slid up the black limb and engulfed Osan'gar.  The Forsaken screamed in agony as the purple flame devoured him, reducing him to ash in a handful of heartbeats.  More black limbs wrapped around Min's naked body, gently pulling her away from the table while a Gateway parted open.
 
 
The shattered tower top quivered when a column of rock hurled up into the night sky.  Small pieces of stone bounced off the shield surrounding Elayne as she climbed atop the ruin, brushing down her ripped red dress.  The Queen searched the sky around the Palace, but could find no trace of her attacker. Drained by her heavy use of the One Power, Elayne was forced to walk back inside the Palace, where servants and Guards ran in all directions, gripped with panic.
 
"Enough!" shouted Elayne, her voice amplified by a weave of Air.  "Servants! Help the wounded!  Guards!  Search for any intruders or return to your posts!"
 
The terrified inhabitants of the Palace froze while the Queen spoke.  When Elayne had finished, the servants quickly mobilized, bandaging and transporting the wounded while Guards combed the halls for anyone out of place.
 
Elayne didn't wait to see how her servants obeyed, she walked as quickly as she could back to the dining room where she had left Min.  Crashing through the ornate double doors, Elayne raked her gaze over the room, frowning when she spotted Min's torn, discarded clothing.
 
 
The room Min was in felt hot, almost humid, when she slowly opened her eyes. Min's pussy still felt sore from Osan'gar's abuse, but thoughts of pain vanished when she realized her predicament.  She hung from the ceiling of a large cave, her wrists, ankles, and stomach wrapped in some silky substance that bound her more securely than any set of chains.  Min struggled in her bonds until she was exhausted, her bare tits pumping from her exertion. Footsteps approached, then a faint orb of white light appeared, illuminating the wrinkled features of Moghedien.
 
"What do you want with me, Forsaken?" spat Min.
 
"You should show more respect for your betters, girl," retorted Moghedien with a scowl.  She reached up, grasping Min's left nipple and twisting until she shouted in pain.
 
"Are you sorry?" smiled Moghedien cruelly, seizing Min's right nipple, digging her nails into it, drawing several fat drops of blood.
 
"Please!  Stop it!  I'm sorry!" stammered Min.
 
"Good little mouse," purred Moghedien, stroking Min's web-encased belly. "You'll find out why you're here soon enough."
 
Min felt the large web she was bound in shake.  She looked around frightfully, but could not see what had joined her upon the web.  Little vibrations told Min that something was coming closer.  The naked woman whimpered, her lips trembling as a long, black limb pressed against her forehead, pulling her head up.  Sticky white goo fell onto Min's mouth, gagging her.  The limb let Min's head hang down again, then fangs bit into the soft flesh of her right shoulder, injecting her with numbing venom.  Min's eyes grew heavy, her sharp breathing eased as the poison flowed through her bound body, relaxing her arms and legs, cushioning her in peaceful repose.
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