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state of mind

“That’s – that’s not what it means!”

Jared frowned and peered into the room. Cecil was flushed with frustration and glaring at Ophelia, who had an expression of innocent confusion on her face.

“But – but I’m the sovereign state of Shynia,” she said, blinking. She tilted her head one way and then the other. “You’re the state of Kawaii.”

“But that’s a different kind of state,” Cecil said, his voice cracking.

Jared bit his lip to keep from chuckling. “What are we arguing about?” he asked, looking from one to the other.

“I just wondered who was the state of Mind,” Ophelia said, lifting one shoulder in a shrug. There was a playful smile on her lips now.

Jared chuckled softly and shook his head. He reached out and ruffled Cecil’s hair, earning a glare from the smaller nation. “She’s messing with you,” he said.

“She’s infuriating!”

Ophelia laughed and shook her head. “No, silly,” she said. “I’m in the sitting room!”

Cecil released a roar of frustration and then spun away to stalk out of the room. Once he was gone, Jared shook his head. “Really, Lia,” he said, his tone only slightly scolding, “that wasn’t kind.”

“Fun, though,” Ophelia said, giving him a mischievous wink. Then, she spun away and skipped out of the room, calling for Logan. Clearly, she wasn’t done yanking people’s chains quite yet.

desperate situation

Ophelia tried very hard not to roll her eyes at Carlo. The man truly infuriated her. He acted like he knew everything about everyone’s circumstances. However, he really knew very little about her people or those of her siblings. Finally, she’d had enough.

“Hey,” she said, her tone sharp. When Carlo stopped speaking and all eyes turned to her, she stood. “You don’t seem to realize the gravity of the situation. The resources of the homes our children have chosen – out of necessity – are insufficient for their needs.”

“They can’t move and there’s not enough food for them to sustain themselves,” Madeline said, her voice soft. “Without help from you, our children will starve.”

Allen’s brows furrowed. “The state of affairs is so dire?” he asked.

“That’s what we’ve been trying to tell you,” Cecil said, rolling his eyes.

Ian nodded slowly. “Then,” he said, glancing at the other, “how can we do anything else, except to help them?”

“You understand what it means, though, becoming protectorates of ours?” Franklin said, his voice soft.

“We don’t seem to have any other choice,” Hana said. She shrugged and said, “At least, a protectorates, we’ll retain some level of autonomy.”

“If we let Berklia conquer us, we won’t have any,” Noellie said, grinning brightly. “We don’t like it, but we have to do what’s best for our children.”

“Fair enough,” Allen said, nodding.

There’s so many…

Michelle frowned slightly. She knew the nations that were around currently hadn’t always been. She knew there were some that once existed who were gone now. “With all we go through,” she said, glancing over at Cecil, “why are we… still here?”

“Because our children need us?” he said. He looked thoughtful and shook his head. “Whatever happens, we have to keep going, for their sake.”

For a moment, Michelle simply stared at him. Then, she smiled and nodded. “You’re so right,” she said.

four heavenly kings

“Shynia in the east, Kenzea in the west, Daltea in the north and Kawaii in the south,” Michelle said, nodding at each of them in turn. She gave them a faint smile. “The four of us represent the most powerful of the Kenzyan Isles.”

Ophelia leaned on one hand. “Each of us guard a cardinal direction?” she said. She grinned impishly at Hana and Cecil. “Pretty cool, eh?”

Cecil rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Oh, yes,” he said, “it’s incredible.” He leaned on one hand and gave Hana a sidelong look. “It doesn’t take into account that even the four of us are weaker than the nations of Cygma, Loyalia, Norabardal and Killea.”

“So,” Hana said, shaking her head slightly. “What do we do?”

Michelle shrugged. “Ask them to protect us from forces that might want to conquer us?” she suggested.

Cecil grimaced. “Not sure I’m too keen on the idea,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m certain my people won’t like it, but… what choice do we have?”

“So, focus on the three eastern lands and avoid the Killean nations,” Ophelia said. She grinned. “I’ll talk to Franklin. It’ll be fun having some brothers for a change.”

“That would make them the guardians of the cardinal directions, you know,” she murmured.

Ophelia beamed at her. “Awesome,” she said.