Hell Hath No Fury, Like an Admiral's Scorn (Mim x Fet)

[Fetwick]

His nation was gone, just like Atlantis or Roanoke, his home had all but disappeared. Not long after the sun began to set, fierce shadows loomed over the Kingdom of Zephyr. Kale was summoned by the Admiral herself to meet upon the small fortress and introduce him his new military duties. Kale had just turned twenty five a few days ago and was now being prepared to lead a small platoon of his own... or so he thought. Although out of harm's way, he had a front row seat to what was about to happen.

A loud whistling noise screeched through the skies as cannon balls rained onto the castle below. The explosions crackled like thunder, their blinding fire temporarily changing the dark skies bright. Fire. Fire illuminated the bloody corpses below, it's burning flames shining as a beacon of terror. After the bombardment was over, screams of lost loved ones echoed through the hills, just faint enough for Kale to hear their cries. He rushed down the stone steps to the stables to grab his trusted steed. His people needed his help, and he needed to know if his family was safe. A sinking feeling came over his gut when he arrived to see his horse's throat had been slit. Betrayal.

"Prince Kale, or should I say King Kale... your bride awaits." sneered one of the two guards approaching him.

"I've never been one for wordplay Sir Issac, but the only thing awaiting me is death." He called, before removing his pistol to fire a shot. To his chagrin, they had unloaded it when he was dining.

"Well, bullocks..." Kale sighed as he hung his head in defeat and followed the guards to his destination.

 

[Madam Mim]

Zuhaira looked down on the kingdom below, a smirk playing at her lips. Finally, at long last it seemed to be hers. Her airship the R.A.S. Aurora had ruled the skies, patrolling and keeping them safe for the past five years, but that was all just part of the plan. Since the Battle of Paradise Falls Zuhaira had been planning this. Her fingers curled over the rail and tightened as yet another bomb dropped onto the royal palace of Zephyr and her smirk grew into a grin.

"You sure this is what you want, Zu?" Thaddeus's quiet voice said in the admiral's ear. He had always been a dear friend to her, since she had first joined the Royal Air Navy, and now served as her first mate. Her lips tightened at the question.

"Of course it is. Why wouldn't it be?" she asked tersely, looking over at him. He shrugged, the clockwork in his shoulder clicking as he did so. He had lost his arm at Paradise Falls, and had been fortunate enough to find an engineer willing to make a new one for him.

"Look, I know you're a patriot, but this revenge, it's--"

"If I wanted your opinion I'd have asked for it," Zuhaira snapped, straightening. She withdrew a worn pocket watch to check the time, wound it for good measure, and slipped it back in her pocket. "They should be here by now. Ah!"

Straightening her bodice, Zuhaira walked over to the gangway, followed closely by Thaddeus, to greet the bound princeling. Opening her arms in welcome, she grinned at Kale.

"Welcome, King Kale, to our humble ship." The crew behind her chuckled as they eyed the clean, whole, undamaged new king. "I hope you don't mind the rather sudden marriage, but I was just so anxious I couldn't wait."