'Could I get used to this? A definite possibility...'

4th Madidae, the 31th day of the month of Semens (Sem), the 3672nd year of Salvation's Landing

As soon as Prince Tilan gave his despondent nod of submission, Reglin sheathed his weapons and immediately offered the King’s brother a hand in aid. After all, it was quite a scandal for someone of the Royal family to be deposited on their rump so unceremoniously.

The Prince eyed the hand offered with a calculating stare before turning it up to Reglin’s face. He took the offered hand and pulled himself up by it, barely letting the guardsman lend him any aid. “You, young man… We are going to have to speak sometime. I saw some things out of you out here that I have not seen but a scant handful of times…” His beguiling smile said that it was something of amusement. However, his tone said something else entirely. Like the Prince had some puzzle and he would worry that bone until it was solved.

‘Great…’ Reglin thought to himself, ‘Just what I need. The Prince delving into my life, however superficial it may be.’ He responded though, “I will tell you anything you desire, Your Highness. But I will also say that the Western Marches are not manned by Polivandrians alone. I served with individuals from all the Duchies of the Kingdom and learned a good bit from those willing to impart their wisdom. A suitably vague answer that was technically true. He didn’t have to know that some of those warriors had died millennia past.

A slow nod came as his face still showed that inquisitive look, “I see…” He looked about the roaring audience and suddenly rose up the hand that he clasped still to the sky. The tumult increased in response. Though it was not easy to hear, Prince Tilan leaned in and said, “Enjoy the fruits of your skills and talents this day, young Reglin. We shall speak soon…”

With that, the Prince withdrew his hand and stepped away toward the grandstands, offering a salutary clap in Reglin’s direction. Reglin made note that the audience in those grandstands were descending and filing their way out onto the parade grounds, the City Watch offering a cordon of the area for these people of power and renown. Just what waited him, the guardsman wondered, though he did see more than a few familiar faces in the well-dressed throng of people heading in his direction. More watchmembers came to make a loose circle around the young guardsman providing security for those that were obviously heading in his direction.

‘By the Gods’ balls, they’re all coming this way!’ Reglin thought in a mind that seemed to that of his old self from just a week ago. He hoped his face didn’t show the instant of near panic he had as seeing the seemingly endless number of nobles coming his way. Sure, it was really only dozens or so. Probably less than a hundred. But it was nerve-wracking all the same.

The first few to approach were minor baronies that owned palaces of their own within the capital’s walls. Little in the way of land held. Usually these were canny merchants who made it worth the Crown’s while to reward them. Others though were nobles whose bloodlines lacked the wherewithal to push themselves forward. And the least common were officers or particularly honored military that were granted a title and minimal lands.

Their faces were pleasant enough as they came and congratulated Reglin on a ‘masterful performance’ or the like. Though most of these also eyed him warily. Not terribly comfortable in their own standing that they could be so glib of tongue. So, they more or less stayed with what felt like some scripted speech. It was more comfortable with Reglin like that anyway. All he had to do was bow with the proper honoring and give his thanks for their words. They were more than happy to push on through in a rapid fashion and be on their way. More than likely to put their presence in the company of more powerful nobles.

And those nobles came next, though far less in numbers. It turned out that most of this crowd was just family and friends of what was more than likely no more than a dozen and a half of Counts, Earls, and lastly, the Archduke.

The Counts conducted themselves a little less proper than the Barons did, inserting a bit more of their perceived personality into the brief conversations they had with Reglin. Some that were military types asked Reglin about his service in his theatre and how he came to be as gifted as he was at such a young age. The guardsman had come up with a relatively easy response to that, deflecting his own aptitude on the guidance he had received from compatriots in arms and fellow Royal Guardsmen.

Reglin also caught a good number of daughters, handmaidens, and even noble ladies looking at his as though he was a prize pig at market. The younger ones hiding their mouths behinds hands before bubbling over with giggles while talking to their present company. He had even caught the eyes of an Earl known for keeping himself aloof in the court regarding him in a manner that Reglin wasn’t quite sure what to make of. The Polivandrian Kingdom frowned on such relations since its founding, though Reglin himself had no issues if someone wished to live that way. The notion of looking at someone like him in such a way when you could look at women like Tabitha, or Asha, or Yelena, or Wilmyna… The list of women that ran through his mind was substantial. Regardless of it though, he still thought no less of anyone who lived in such a fashion. It had no real effect on him.

But that was just a tangent that took his mind for a moment. He had noticed then that the nobility groups were dissolving somewhat. Reglin noted that many of the younger nobility were not so eager to move on after their families had done their duties. The younger, more often female than not, were instead lingering about and talking amongst themselves.

Attention of such things were driven away with the approach of the Archduke Hanval Foreitz, his wife Romana the Duchess, their daughter Lady… Nimina, he thought, and her handmaiden. The women were easily distracting of course, but Reglin paid special attention to not setting his foot wrong with this man.

The Archduke was the King’s most trusted advisor it was said. Having been one of King Oren’s father’s guardsman, he proved himself invaluable to the previous king in not just protection, but a steady mind that was rarely taken offguard. He was a taller man, three or four inches shorter than Reglin himself. His build was average though, not thick, not thin. His hair was cropped short similar to how Reglin wore his own but was an iron gray throughout. Perhaps the most significant physical description of the man was the patch that covered his left eye’s socket. The eyeball lost in defense of King Oren’s father. If there was a word the guardsman would use to describe the Archduke, it would have to be ‘taciturn’.

The Duchess was significantly shorter, standing just about a foot under Reglin’s own height. Her build was pleasant to look at, especially for a woman in her fifth decade of life, with sizable breasts and rounded hips and ass. Her eyes were a piercing emerald green that shone with intelligence magnified with a sardonic smile on her lips. She looked like a woman who brooked no nonsense but was quick to laugh as well. Reglin’s gut led him to think of her positively for whatever reason.

The powerful couple strolled up to him, the Archduke’s jaw set in a stoic fashion. The Duchess’s sly smile made Reglin think that she had just heard a joke or some such. It did not put the guardsman at ease, that much was certain.

Looking him up and down with an appraising eye, “Not a good amount of people are taller than you, Love. This lad has you by half a hand…” Her voice was purely jovial as she laid a hand on her husband’s arm.

The Archduke looked at Reglin with a grunt. “He does…” He spoke in a deep voice that resonated. His eyes narrowed as he looked at the Champion, “That was more than a fair showing with the blade, young Reglin. I had not seen Prince Tilan bested in a long, long time… Congratulations.” He patted his wife’s hand unconsciously.

Bowing his head reverently, Reglin responded, “Thank you, my Lord... Your words are an honor. The Crown Prince was a worthy opponent. A crafty foe…” He didn’t want to carry on, running at the mouth in front at the Archduke.

“Oh, he comes across so… Intense? Primal? Yet, affable… Hmm?” The Duchess looked on Reglin as a puzzle she was attempting to solve.

It was then that from behind the Duchess, their daughter approached and whispered something into her mother’s ear. The young woman was taller, a few inches than her mother. Her hair was braided and black as pitch, contrasting sharply with her creamy pale complexion. The Lady’s eyes sparkled like emeralds and were the same color. A lovely woman to be sure, Reglin thought.

Duke Hanval looked over at his wife, his eyes showed a skeptical look in them, “What does our dear daughter wants, my wife?” A small smirk could be seen on his narrow lips. Apparently, the man was used to spoiling his youngest, given the look he held.

The pale cheeks of the young woman colored brightly as her mother looked to the Duke, “She was just asking if it would be proper to ask this young man to the small soiree we are having for her and her friends…” The handsome woman looked at Reglin, “It was just a small thing to let her have before the week of the Councils was to begin. Her father will be incredibly busy you see. And to answer your question, my darling daughter, I think that the Champion of the Capital would warrant an invitation. In fact, I would not fault him for not coming at such short notice coupled with the fact that it is indeed a small event…”

“The lad’s name has been on tongues as of late…” The Archduke said in tone that conveyed that he was thinking about the reasons for the words he just stated. “A Marches lord has already arrived and has spoken to us about some matters he wanted to get a jump on before the Councils begins.”

That caused all present to raise some eyebrows. Reglin had a hunch as to who it was and followed it, “Has Lord Bormley arrived already, my Lord? He is the only nobility outside of the palace that would have any real knowledge of me…” His voice inquisitive.

The tall Lord nodded, “Indeed, my boy… He and his retinue arrived just this morning. They would have come to this event, alas, they did seem weary from the road. So, they are taking their rest in the palace as we speak… As to the invitation, it would be a privilege to have the current Champion grace my dear Nimi’s social gathering…”

The color in the poor girl’s face grew deeper at the use of a nickname by her father. Reglin thought he should try to assuage things for the lovely raven-haired girl, “I do not know if you were aware that before I joined the ranks of the military, I was mentored by the honored Magistricia. And with my return she has once more taken me to task. I was asked to do so tonight…”

“But that was before such a magnanimous invitation, my dear…” Tabitha’s voice rung through as she seemed to appear out of nowhere, startling most present. “I will make sure the boy makes his face shown, my Lord… I have taken on a few more proteges as of late. I can make use of them in his absence.” The Magistricia was all pleasant smiles for the Duke and Duchess.

Duchess Romana spoke without a moment’s hesitation, “Nonsense honored Magistricia. If events were already in motion before the invitation, the least we can do is offer the same invitation to you as well. In fact, feel free to bring all of your charges if you would like!” The woman certainly sounded sincere to Reglin’s ear.

Tabitha smiled pleasantly at the Duchess and the Archduke, “Perhaps we will all will at that, thank you both…” The last sentence sounded quite a bit more familiar. Judging from the soft smiles that they both showed the Magistricia, Reglin thought that perhaps they were on friendly terms. Then he remembered Tabitha’s true age and thought that she had seen the Archduke come into service as a King’s guard in a fashion very similar to Reglin’s own. The thought bewildered him in his own mind but tried not to show it.

“Well lad, we have held more of your time than we had expected. Enjoy the adulation son. Just do not let it get to your head too much.” The stoic man showed that hint of a smile at that. “We will see you this evening then, hopefully…”

With that, the powerful couple turned and withdrew, though their daughter lingered behind with her handmaiden. The handmaiden drew Reglin’s eyes to her like a lodestone. Not just due to her beauty, the guardsman had seen more than his fair share of beauties in this last week. It was the fact that she looked like no other woman he had seen in this Kingdom. Black hair hung relatively loose and had natural curls to it, with the ends of her hair curling into tighter ringlets. Her skin was a mocha color that he had never seen before and her eyes were a light green color, standing in contrast to her other features. Reglin had heard of lands across the sea to the south and around the horn of the Barrier Mountains that’s people were darker in skin tone than those of these lands, but if this woman was from that land, it was the first time Reglin had seen their like.

The presence of newcomers roused Reglin out of his staring bout. He heard a snicker come from Tabitha next to him, drawing a sideways glance from him and he noticed that Asha had come to stand next to the Magistricia and was grinning at his appearance in addition to his elder lover’s amused chuckling.

More came and paid their respects until all that were left were young nobility and, shockingly, the Royal family. And they King and his entourage were approaching. Reglin took a deep breath and prepared himself for more ceremony. When the King and Queen came within proper distance, he went to one knee, bowing his head and saluted.

Shockingly, it was the Queen that spoke in a regal voice, “Rise, our Champion… You have proven yourself mightily this day.” Reglin rose at her words, his eyebrows raised slightly showing his surprise. The tall, willowy Queen showed a small smile as she held the King’s arm. She really was lovely in a mature way, her eldest daughter taking the Queen’s visage, with a lovely olive-hued skin tone.

“You honor me, your Highness…” He stood straight, shoulders back. “It was a good day for me. The Prince was more than a capable opponent.” His eyes looked to the King to see his reaction. Another surprise came when King Oren’s lip curved into an amused smile.

“He is good with a blade indeed.” The King’s deep voice resonated, “And perhaps he thought himself too capable.” This time he actually snickered, “But today he ran into someone more capable…” Tilting his head, he regarded Reglin, “To think that you were just a message boy less than a decade ago…”

Bowing his head once again, “And it was an honor to do so, your Highness. Your people always treated the younger me very well. Now I just hope that I can repay your House’s generosity with my abilities that I have been able to hone.”

The King nodded nonchalantly, “If this is a sign of how you will repay me and mine, I believe you will do fine in that venture.” He patted his wife’s hand on his arm. The Queen had kept her eyes on the guardsman during this entire small conversation, her eyes reminding Reglin of her eldest daughter Katya. “Come, my Queen. We should let the boy enjoy his moment.” He nodded respectfully to Reglin, “You may stay as long as you would like. We will have a carriage sent for you for you to return at your leisure. Good day…”

With that, the Royal entourage started to clear out with small comments of congratulations to him once more, to include Govren’s face showing an actual smile, which was somewhat disturbing. He spoke of the coin he won on the back of Reglin’s performance and how he would pass ownership of Vredii to him before the next morning, startling the tall guard a bit.

The younger Princesses lagged behind, with Yelena and Cirsha speaking pleasantries and compliments. Reglin was not surprised that Yelena, his lover, hung back to stay with him, but the younger sister also stood around looking at him with a bit of awe in her eyes. She had tended to lean toward the flightier side of personalities, so it was not terribly surprising. Yelena was doing her best to not make any overtly flirtatious eyes at him, instead she spoke to him as though they were still in the ‘catching up’ phase of reconnecting.

The ladies from the Southern Duchy came then, with Lady Vidala looking lovely, but aloof. She gave him a look over as she congratulated him, but it was her elder handmaiden Camilla who looked at Reglin as though he was standing there in the bare. Her eyes pronounced sexuality like no one he had met before. But the competition of arms was not something of great interest to the Southerners, so they made their way out, making way for new arrivals.

The Marches women came by then, but not staying very long at all. Lady Falina gave a few more words of praise for his performance, but her eyes held something… off to him. Maybe something predatory. Or maybe she was thinking of something else entirely. Her maiden, the girl Deela barely made eye contact at all, just offered a curtsey, and moved on in Falina’s wake.

Then came the Nordling women. The two women stood taller than all other women present with only the Queen herself being close in height, And Freighla stood inches taller than her lady even. The were big women. Yet, with that said, the curve of hips, the swell of breasts, the length of leg… They were most definitely women that Reglin appreciated.

From the looks of the two women’s faces, the appreciation was being reciprocated. Lady Wilmyna spoke first, as to be expected, “A proper showing of combat prowess. I would expect no less of you Master Reglin…” Her eyes shone in a definitively predatory fashion. However, Reglin recognized it for what it was. He knew the Northern noble regarded him well, and that look came from a place of wanting to know him… well, better. A thought the strapping guardsman thought in his own mind.

She was something to behold. Tall, wide in the shoulders and hips, giving her that hourglass shape, Her white-blonde hair braided in an intricate braid that Reglin could not fathom as to how long it took to fashion. And the dresses she wore were getting more and more eyecatching for the amount of those glorious mounds of titflesh they revealed. Reglin had to maintain a vigil of self-control to not gape at the skin exposed. He was almost certain that if she took too deep a breath her nipples would come into the open. What a shame that would be, he thought wryly.

Her ‘big sister’ regarding looks came then. Freighla was proportioned much like Wilmyna just on a grander scale, topping most men in stature. It would be intimidating for most men more than likely. Reglin wasn’t sure if he would have been one of those men just a week ago. But luckily for him there had been quite a few changes not just on the outside, but on the inside as well. Now he just saw a woman in all of her beautiful bounty. Different than most, but beautiful all the same.

“I fear that you are my better in martial affairs evidently, Master Reglin. But that does lessen my desire to match weapons with you sometime. Perhaps you may teach me things I did not know before…” The whole statement was a double entendre. And they both knew it. The look on Wilmyna’s face showed that she knew it as well.

A surreptitious glance about showed that nearly all present saw it for what it was, minus Princess Cirsha, of course… Bless the naivete of that girl, Reglin thought. But when he looked back to Freighla, she showed not a bit of color of embarrassment. That was new. She had come to know what she wanted and was not ashamed to lay it out for anyone to see. ‘Do I respond in kind? Or am I more subtle?’ the guardsman thought to himself. Perhaps the scroll would make accommodations for him being a bit of cad and put the best light on it.

“I am sure that we can arrange for such a bout in the very near future, Mistress… If your Lady would allow for such a thing, it would be my honor to offer whatever I can to get the most out of such a bout for you.” He could not keep the grin from his lips and giggles came from the girls around them. He felt a prod in his ribs, probably Tabitha trying to tell him to be careful.

This time color did reach Freighla’s cheeks, but only a touch. “Oh, that is not a problem. After all, I am partly responsible for her teachings in this matter. She has given me permission beforehand. In fact, I believe she too would not be against instruction for you, Master Reglin.” The blush that rose on Wilmyna’s face and neck flushed mightily at those words and more giggles came. A glance showed that perhaps even Cirsha was beginning to understand the banter that was flying about.

“Then I would be wise to be at my absolute best for such an arrangement. I will be ready then Mistress.” He bowed his head to Freighla, then bowed more formally to Wilmyna, “My Lady… I thank you for the kind words and look forward to our period of instruction, as it may be.” With that, the two Nordling women curtsied and moved off, looking a bit shaky.

The quartet of women that came then were the last to have not addressed Reglin. Princess Katya and her trio of handmaidens. The smirk on the Princess’s face showed that she was more than aware of what had just transpired between he and the Nordlings. Her look went to the two women still withdrawing and she gave a tiny snort of a laugh. “Perhaps if you train a bit more with them, Master Reglin, you would be able to make a true impression on me. I will admit that today’s performance was notable, but I am not as impressed with my uncle as most are. You would have to do a bit more to be truly remarkable to me…”

Was she carrying on with what the Nordlings had started? Or was she just taking what was said and leading it down a different path. Reglin was genuinely unsure of it. So, he would try his hand at ambiguity as well, “Well, your Highness, perhaps I could use some more practice to impress you. I will never swear to being the best. But I will say that I am tireless in my training and learn very fast. What I showed today was at the higher end, but I would like to think that if the need arises, I would have even more to give. However, that is for you to decide if it warrants any kind of noting, my Princess.”

The crowd present did not titter at this interaction. It would have been too assuming of a Royal family member. Instead, there was this silence that seemed to have an edge to it. Princess Katya appeared to be oblivious to it all and just stared at Reglin intently, smirk still in place. Finally, she said, “Well, if you are such a quick student, perhaps you can do what you say sooner rather than later.”

Sensing an end to this encounter, Reglin bowed courteously to the Princess, “My duty is to House Polivander. I am bound by oath to do all that I can to make sure your family is well cared for, Princess. A task I take seriously, I assure you.” The guardsman eyed her in return with an intensity that somehow ended up making the Princess turn her head and give a small nod. At that, the three handmaidens ended up giving their own brief words in their own fashion.

“I think Asha and I will stay with you for the duration, Master Reglin. The rest of the Royal Family will make their rounds, waving and exchanging pleasantries with the commoners before returning to the palace.” Tabitha said to Reglin as those surrounding him had ceased to be more nobility, changing to a crowd of the more commonfolk of the capital. People he grew up knowing, or the like. The Magistricia smiled as more and more people came to give their regards and well wishes. Some looked vaguely familiar, saying that they knew him in some cursory way in the past. Some he did recognize but couldn't always name.

A big man with a boy on his shoulders had made his way in his direction, a content smile on his face, while the boy grinned from ear to ear. There was a woman with him that also had a familiarity to her who looked to be with child but looked radiant all the same. A pleasantly happy couple. Then Reglin saw the stout older man with the family, and everything snapped into place. The big man’s smile widened as the guardsman squinted at him, “Cote?”

Reglin made apologies as her started on his way to his former childhood mate. The big man obviously didn’t want to bludgeon people out of the way to come see Reglin, courteous as his father always demanded of him. Reglin looked to the older man, “Master Arn?” His smile continued to widen in spite of himself.

The big man nodded in response as the older man guffawed with a laugh, “Indeed lad! Seems gettin’ outta the city learned you a thing or three, eh?” The stout anvil of a man clapped Reglin on the shoulder in greeting, “Always a busy boy, you were. Glad to see ya made something with that ethic!”

Cote offered a hand in greeting and the two large men clasped forearms, “Da’s right with that, Reg. You did good for yourself.” He gestured up to the boy on his shoulders, “This is my son, Stin…”

Offering the boy his hand as would any other man, the boy appeared starstuck of a sort before absentmindedly taking the offered hand loosely, eyes still staring at Reglin. The guardsman screwed up his face in a grimace, mimicking a look of pain, “Ahh! Careful there Stin! Knowing your dad and grandpa, you gotta be careful with that grip!”

There was a good number of laughs from those that were paying attention. Cote and Arn both laughed hardily along with Cote’s wife, merriment twinkling in her eyes. But poor Stin didn’t take it so smoothly, “I-I’m sorry Master Reglin! My Da is strong. I’ll be careful!” the earnestness in his face was heartwarming.

Shaking his head in amusement, Cote smiled before speaking, “I’m not sure who all you remember from our old neighborhood, but right around the time that you stopped coming around there was this girl who moved nearby…”

Regarding the delightful looking woman, Reglin cut off Cote, “Seeri…” He bowed to her with more courtesy than was needed. “I remember Cote… Though, you may not know it friend, but I kind of stopped coming around because you were somewhat smitten with the new girl. Not a whole lot of fun to try and distract myself with the little downtime I had watching your giant ox of boy pining away for the girl.” He grinned at Cote, “Though thinking back, it probably would have been fun to watch you make a fool of yourself with the courtship!” He looked at Seeri and shook his head in mock disappointment, “I thought you were slumming before, but you decided to stay in that old smithy? I have to question your taste, good mistress…”

Cote laughed self-deprecatingly while Seeri beamed, “Oh, I never got to know you Master Reglin, but I believe I did rather well for myself, I must say.” She glared at him good-naturedly, “A husband who provides myself and my children…” She unconsciously rubbed her pregnant belly at that, “And seems to want keep putting them in me!” Some laughs came at that and Reglin had to smile while rubbing the back of his beck awkwardly, “And father-in-law whom I can stand and occasionally even like!”

Arn grimaced at that one, laughing. “She’s got some sting in her words, but I love her…” Reglin was warmed by the affection this family had for each other. He couldn’t help but wonder if his own family carried on like this… Or even if they ever had. That thought brought a pang of guilt in him. It was shoved back when the elder smith continued. “Cote was making note that the swordbreaker you were using seemed a good bit too small for ya. Come by the shop sometime and we can get you set up with something.”

“Da! He’s got the Royal House’s smiths at his disposal. He doesn’t need to come to us looking for some custom work.” Cote spoke quickly, almost apologetically, “But he is right. Your length and size? You could handle something a bit beefier that could take on some bigger weapons… Ask your smiths to set you up.”

Reglin nodded at the suggestion, “Perhaps I will…” He saw that Tabitha and Asha had once again made their way to his side, “But perhaps the Magistricia can tell me: Would it be proper to give custom to shops out in town? I think it would be myself, but…”

The crowd around them made note of the title of Magistricia and almost all bowed their head with some respect to the Reglin’s oldest lover. She nodded in a general way, acknowledging the honoring of her station, “No, there is no reason why you cannot go to any shop for service or supplies. In fact, I believe King Oren likes that his people share their coin with his subjects. As long as the exchanges are all honorable…” She smiled pleasantly at the smith family.

Nodding once more, Reglin continued, “It is settled then. I will come and see you at your shop and you all can advise me with what I could best use going forward…”

The family’s mouth hung open collectively, apparently gobsmacked at the idea that the Capital’s Champion would be coming to them for outfitting. Finally, Cote shook his head, “Uhhhh… I can’t say thanks enough for that. I appreciate it.”

Reglin just raised his hands to fend off anymore thanks, “I’ll hear no more of it. At least until any transaction take place.” He smiled. “I must say though, Cote, you have done well for yourself. Lovely wife and kid, and a curmudgeony old man for dad. Well, two out of three isn’t too bad.”

Crusty old Arn laughed loudly at that and Cote joined him. Seeri looked shocked but smiled all the same. Poor little Stin though was lost in all of it, however. “Brutal, but good one. Can’t wait for you to come by and trade some more barbs.”

“There may be more work for you to do if your work is solid enough, Master Cote.” Tabitha spoke out of nowhere. “I have some need of work possibly… Let me just say, I hope you do well.” She looked to Reglin then, “But, Master Reglin, I think it might be time for use to return. We need to get you to Shonda before it’s too late. She’s a busy lady…”

Reglin shrugged and gave a sheepish smile to his old friends, “Well, I guess I need to get going. But I will see you very soon. You all take care of yourselves…” He waved to them before then started to wave at the rest of the surrounding masses.

There were cheers and applause as Reglin began his withdrawal with his two lovers, making their way to the carriage that the palace had sent for them to return. It was time to get his wardrobe upgrade that Shonda was working on hopefully…

~This is knowledge for the Reader~

The Affection Multiplier

~Mana: 9171 (+3798) 12,969~

~Mana Channels: ~Labiae Passionii (Lips of Passion) free, ~ Corpu Vigorii (Vigorous Body) 100, ~ Uirtau Proelium (Martial Prowess) 100, ~Mensu Lucidae (Bright Mind) 100, ~ Tactu Beatae (Blissful Touch) 100, ~Plurem Amatrixae Normalii (The Normalcy of Many Loves) 500, ~Corpu Libidaem (Lustful Body) 100, ~Corpu Spectabilum (Intimidating Body) 100, ~Mentulae Potencii (Potent Cock) 150, ~Limbu Infinitum (Endless Loins) 100, ~Voluptae Gustatum (Delightful Flavor, Gratify the Appetite), ~Figurae Cultura (Shaping Culture), ~Vulgum Venerae (The Love of the Masses), ~Corpu Vigorii Magii (A More Vigorous Body) 400, ~Fluxii Magickae (The Flow of Magick - Yelena Polivander) 500

~Lovers~ A: 300 E: 300 L: 300
~Tabitha~ Affectionae: 100 Erosii: 100 Libidae: 100 (Effective 93)
~Asha~ A: 100 E: 100 L: 100 (Effective 93)
~Princess Yelena~ A: 100 E: 100 L: 100 (Effective 90)

~Royal Polivander House~ A: 34 (+23) 57 L: 24 (+10) 34
~King Oren~ A: 19 (+4) 23
~Queen Delliah~ A: 17 (+7) 24
~Princess Katya~ A: -14 (+8) -4 L: 15 (+8) 23
~Princess Cirsha~ A: 38 (+4) 42 L: 9 (+2) 11
~Crown Prince Tilan~ A: -6

~Nobles~ A: 151 (+25) 176 E: 14 (+2) 16 L: 115 (+7) 122
~Lady Wilmyna~ A: 82 (+7) 89 E: 14 (+2) 16 L: 74 (+3) 77
~Lady Falina~ A: 34 (+3) 37 L: 19 (+2) 21
~Lady Vidala~ A: 35 (+2) 37 L: 22 (+2) 24
~Archduke Hanval~ A: 0 (+5) 5
~Duchess Romana~ A: 0 (+4) 4
~Lady Nimina~ A: 0 (+4) 4

~Royal and Noble maidens~ A: 316 (+16) 332 E: 40 (+3) 43 L: 232 (+16) 248
~Maiden Caterine~ A: 36 (+3) 39 E: 3 L: 20 (+4) 24
~Maiden Gwynfuir~ A: 23 (+2) 25 L: 4 (+1) 5
~Maiden Erynna~ A: 18 (+1) 19 L: 4 (+1) 5
~Maiden Oliyah~ A: 90 (+2) 92 E: 25 (+2) 27 L: 70 (+2) 72
~Maiden Iridia~ A: 18 (+1) 19 L: 4
~Maiden Freighla~ A: 91 (+5) 96 E: 12 (+1) 13 L: 78 (+3) 81
~Maiden Deela~ A: 22 (+1) 23 L: 5 (+1) 6
~Maid Camilla~ A: 37 (+1) 38 L: 47 (+4) 51

~Day watch~ A: 277 (+5) 282 E: 13 (+3) 16
~Grahm~ A: 55 (+2) 57 E: 1 (+1) 2
~Lim~ A: 74 (+2) 76 E: 8 (+1) 9
~Boll~ A: 48 (+1) 49 E: 4 (+1) 5
~Halpern~ A: 29
~Nimit~ A: 22
~Gamil~ A: 10
~Magnurs~ A: 14
~Canith~ A: 12
~Yohan~ A: 9
~Sebestin~ A: 5
~Yorick~ A: 5

~Evening watch~ A: 30 (+2) 32
~Thedin~ A:10
~Vorn~ A: 12
~Wat~ A: 8 (+2) 10

~Night watch~ A: 14 (+2) 16
~Girsk~ A: 9 (+2) 11

~Palace Staff~ A: 80 (+12) 92 L: 15 (+1) 16
~Lina~ A: 53 (+2) 55 L: 10 (+1) 11
~Govren~ A: 18 (+10)
~Shonda~ A: 19 L: 5

~People of Polivandria~ A: 8467 (+3671) 12,138
~Cote~ A: 10 (+14) 24
~Seeri~ A: 6 (+16) 22
~Stin~ A: 2 (+24) 26
~Arn~ A: 21 (+8) 29