Master Mages Marriage 35 Natalia

Here he could fiddle with something without looking worried. To anyone who didn't know him at least.

His mother's garden remained the perfect place to entertain guests. Some persuasion was required, but she agreed to let him borrow the s.p.a.ce for his meeting with Natalia Suzdal. The woman was a cantankerous legend within her House according to Elya, having little interaction with anyone beyond her relatives. A word from Aunt Natalia could either raise or destroy a persons career.

As Elya put it, 'the woman had an eye.'

Nikolai burned inside the ridiculous get up Chen had scrounged from some tailor at short notice. How his friend managed that while the town still struggled to recover from the battle remained a mystery. The temptation to conjure some cold wind or soothing spell ate at him, but using random magic in front of a guest was considered bad form and while he generally ignored most of the expected social conventions, Elya's introduction left him shuddering in fear of his guest.

A few seconds before the time indicated on the invitation, a dull clicking sound echoed from the hall behind him, probably her cane tapping the marble flooring at each step. A detached part of his mind wondered how an old woman barely able to move could induce such fear with her walk. The sound stopped and a dull banging resounded across the door.

Cursing under his breath at her desire for privacy, the lack of servants put a damper on the effect of his prearranged stance, meaning he had to drop the refined elegance he tried to project. Nikolai opened the door himself, turning his head down to gaze at Natalia.

"You expected me to open the door myself?" She croaked, slapping his leg with the cane. Painfully.

Wincing, he ushered the woman to a chair, thanking Elya's foresight in providing a shawl which he draped over the woman's legs.

"I'm sorry d.u.c.h.ess, it slipped my mind."

"Call me Aunt." She punctuated each word with a bang of her cane.

"Uh… Yes Aunt." Off balance by her sudden uncharacteristic familiarity, according to Elya anyway, he stumbled. "Would you like some tea?"

"Tea? Not interested. Got any booze?" She smacked the table. "The hard stuff."

Nikolai's lips twitched. It would be better to just go with the flow around this woman. Without a word he pulled a small finger length tube capped with a stone stopper from a pouch hung on his belt. Yanking the stopper out with some effort, Nikolai poured half a tea cup full for Natalia. He closed the tube and returned it to his pouch, making sure the seal was tight.

Tentatively the old woman took a sip. Her eyes glittered at the taste and she grinned up at him, gesturing that he sit.

"Whoo. That's good stuff." She chugged down the rest and eyed his belt greedily. Nikolai poured himself some tea and averted his gaze, he knew how strong the nameless alcohol was. "How much more do you have?"

"Infinite." Nikolai smiled and poured out another small tot into her cup. "It's created magically in this little tube. I've never run out."

"Reaaallyy. How about giving me a few barrels then?"

"I'd love to, but the stuff vanishes if it's not drunk within an hour and before you ask, only a Mage can power the tube to work."

Natalia sank into her chair grumbling about unfilial descendants that lacked magic. She reminded him of Master Etanani, the same irreverence to life and greed for alcohol.

"Ready for the marriage?" Natalia made a cutting motion with her wrinkled hands. "And don't give me any diplomatic c.r.a.p. Tell me the truth. I have no patience for things like that."

Hesitating, Nikolai elected to follow her demands. If in doubt do what people demanded. "No. I'm not ready."

"You don't like my descendant?" the old woman waved her cane threateningly, like it was a sword.

"I think I like her." He s.h.i.+fted uncomfortably in his seat. Talking about emotions he didn't understand was a pointless endeavour. "I just feel like it's going so fast, what with all the threats and politics involved."

"Politics always exist boy." She sighed and laid the cane across her lap. "Waiting for people to leave you alone will never work."

"I just… don't want Elya to hate me by rus.h.i.+ng things." He grinned weakly. Being truthful was one thing, but he almost felt the old woman cast a spell to force it out of him. He was rarely this open with anyone.

"I'm not a magician boy. Don't look at me like that, you're easy to understand, smiling like a beaten dog. The girl enjoys your company well enough and stronger bonds have been built on less"

"Maybe. I still feel there should be more time."

"The wedding will be held in five months, on the eve of Winter's Night." She declared, barrelling through his complaints.

"That's… fast." He twitched and pulled at his cravat. The cursed thing felt like a chain around his neck.

"The politics you want to avoid have forced our hands. As you well know." She snorted and tapped her cup for more alcohol.

"What do you mean?" Gently pouring more, Nikolai focused on the task. The woman seemed to be able to see through him.

"Who did you lock up in your pretty little dungeon?"

Nikolai's hand shook, and he gazed deeply into the unfathomable eyes of his future aunt.

"It's not difficult to tell boy. Three people were dragged into your office and two came out. Oh, your… a.s.sistant… is very circ.u.mspect but even one like that can't sneak while dragging so many bodies. It doesn't take much to figure things out."

"No one else did."

"Which is why they're idiots."

Nikolai pondered his options, eventually deciding to trust this woman. Since she already knew it wouldn't hurt to clarify things. The marriage bound their Houses together after all. For a few years at least.

"An Enforcer from House Demidov. Not involved in the a.s.sa.s.sination attempt."

"No, they wouldn't be." The old woman's eyes clouded over as she thought things through, sliding a finger along the rim of her cup. "Old potato face has no desire to meddle with magic."

"Who?"

"Mikael."

"Grand Duke Mikael Demidov?"

"You ask a lot of questions boy. Who else could I mean?" she raised her gla.s.s for more alcohol and dazed, Nikolai poured a little more without hesitation.

"If you already knew it wasn't him do you have other suspects?"

"Any of the other Grand Dukes or d.u.c.h.esses wouldn't mind dabbling in magic to meet their desires. House Romanov's insulted by your rejection of their precious Lotus Princess. They breathe honour and are a vengeful bunch." Translated, it meant the whole family were unhinged, las.h.i.+ng out at the smallest slight, which he already knew.

"I rejected someone?"

"House Demidov wants to reduce your grip on the western trade routes." She ignored his question, instead walking through each of the Great Houses motives. "Your development is cutting into their profits. House Orlov is on the sidelines, indifferent to the actual outcome of your marriage, but Sinea Orlov is the definition of manipulation. Chaotic situations like this mean she's bound to interfere. House Tuchev will sit things out since they have the most amicable ties to the Council of Mages and as for the Gagarin's, well I don't think I have to explain."

"They're still upset over Senro?"

Natalia snorted in derision as if the question wasn't worth asking. "Those puffed up fools had it out for us since the day the Empire was founded."

"Anyone would be upset if their descendants were humiliated and dismissed from their positions."

"Especially if it was Suzdal's who replaced them. I know boy."

Flushed with the powerful alcohol, Natalia swayed in her seat and Nikolai refused her entreaties for more. It would be just his luck to have the old woman pa.s.s out or collapse in his garden.

"Why did you want to meet me?" he asked, sealing the pouch tightly.

"I'm not allowed to meet the man taking my granddaughter?"

"You brought her here. And technically I think she's your grandniece." He pointed out and Natalia cackled in delight.

"I did bring her but you could have thrown her to the side."

"No." He glared at the woman for even suggesting it. "I would never do that."

"Just words boy." She struggled to her feet and stomped over to him. Nikolai froze at the woman's sudden alacrity, too stunned to do anything but stare. "Love cools. The body withers. The mind ages. What's to hold you together then?"

"My love would be undying." His declaration was met by a furious swing from her cane. m.u.f.fled curses erupted from his throat and he hopped out of his chair, rubbing his arm to ease the pain.

"Don't give me c.r.a.p boy." She hobbled after him with her cane raised to strike again.

"Children? Family? Obligation?" Nikolai quickly rattled off the first things which came to mind and dodged behind a rose bush. What a day, going from an interrogation to dodging a decrepit old woman in his own garden.

"Is that all you want from her? A family?"

Nikolai backed up further and considered her question. Was he in love with Elya? He thought so. The sight of her lying broken on the street still tore him up inside. He'd relied on his Primer Stones abilities to relax his mind and suppress the rage that came to him in waves.

"No, I think it's just enjoyable to be around her."

"You don't like spending time with me?" Natalia grinned at him and Nikolai found himself smiling back. It was difficult to stay mad at the old crone even though his arm still hurt.

"Not as much as her. No, I just think it wouldn't be much of a life if she wasn't around." He sighed and helped Natalia back to her seat. "It's only been a few weeks since we met, but I've been very happy."

"I know." She said softly, huddling within her shawl.

"That's not why you came though."

"It's one of the reasons. Marriage is about equality and partners.h.i.+p as far as I'm concerned. A Dragonslayer needs someone able to stand up to them."

"Is that why the Prince cancelled their engagement?" Nikolai hadn't dug too deeply into the matter but it still bothered him. He'd seen Elya's odd behaviour whenever the Prince was mentioned.

"Partly. There's more to the situation though."

Nikolai nodded, maybe he'd never find out why so he filed it away for future considerations.

"I came, because, before the wedding you need to go to Neva with Elya."

"To meet the Suzdal ancestors?" It was rhetorical, there were few reasons otherwise to visit the Suzdal ancestral home. "Fine."

"I like you boy." She slammed her cane several times grinning at him all the while.

"Much to my horror I like you too Aunt Natalia." She really was like his Master and for all the old drunkards flaws, the times Nikolai spent trudging through tombs were some of his fondest memories. "What do the Suzdal's want from this marriage?"

Natalia peered at him, fussing with her shawl and spoke reluctantly. "Your proximity to the Emperor."

"I thought we were speaking the truth."

The old woman frowned at him and grumbled. He caught phrases talking about idiotic tests and crazy siblings but couldn't understand the context.

"Your children." The words came out like they'd been dragged from her.

Nikolai twitched and scrutinised the old woman. There was no way anyone, let alone a man with no other siblings would let his House end like…

He frowned and his face scrunched up in deep thought. The Suzdal's wouldn't do all this just for some children no matter what possible potential they may possess.

"Really Aunt Natalia. I almost believe you don't trust me." He wagged his finger to indicate his displeasure at the subterfuge.

The frown slid off her face and she relaxed, like some tension she experienced was finally released.

"We want your magic."

"Was this a test? Telling me two lies until I found the truth?"

"Yes boy. Don't glare at me, everything has a purpose. Be relieved you pa.s.sed." She banged her cane so hard against the ground Nikolai feared her wrist would snap. "And I told you four lies during our conversation. You still have much to learn." None of his attempts at ferreting out the other two lies gave any results, so he dropped the subject.

"What do I get in return?" Nikolai spun his cup, staring at the dregs and piecing together rumours he'd heard before about the Suzdal's to determine why they wanted his magic.

"Elya." A wonderful trade as far as he was concerned, but he had to act as the head of his House right now, not a smitten lunatic.

"Let me rephrase that. What does House Morales get out of this deal?"

Natalia stared at him with a soft smile, eyes twinkling in delight. "I do so love talking with smart children. House Morales gets one of the Suzdal's greatest treasures."

Nikolai looked up, intrigued despite the indifference he tried to project.

"You get, me!" Wisps of her dull silver hair spun randomly and something s.h.i.+fted deep within her eyes. Suddenly Nikolai felt exposed, his every secret pierced through by her gaze.

"Truth Seer!" He hissed, the cup slipping onto the table from his lifeless grip. Elya was right, this woman definitely had an Eye.

As quickly as it came, her eyes returned to normal, and she smacked the table with her cane, a wide smile plastered across her face.

"It's a good thing you have such delightful alcohol. I'll enjoy my time here but I think it's important we discuss my fees first."