Alright guys. From this chapter onwards, there are likely to be a bit of spoilers for three stories; Skull, The Cursebringer and The Undying Angel, along with a bit from The Grey Warden of Equestria. And sadly, all of them are behind in terms of updates. I'll try to keep them small, but basically what this means is that, from here on out, I'll be trying to update this story less and Skull's and Mara's stories more so it's all caught up. Show Stopper should be working on his own in good time, albeit he has a long ways yet. Dude's a planner like no other.

Sorry in advance!

-Timeless Lord Slayer

"So, Golden Axe," Lucette began coldly, taking a sip of water from an immaculate jade cup. "What made you think you'd get away from this scot-free?"

Golden simply glared up at the Awoken with eyes of hatred from her bed.

Lucette clicked her tongue as she set the cup down on a small round table she'd had the servants set up, barely two feet in diameter. "You know, the move you made reminds me a lot of your father." Golden Axe snarled, but Lucette continued. "Poorly planned, full of spite, and with little to no real idea of the consequences."

"You have no right to speak of my father that way," Golden Axe hissed, clenching her fists.

"Hm," Lucette crossed one leg over the other, observing the young cow like one would a piece of antique cutlery. "You know, to be honest, I've not that much use for your nation. Not when it has so little faith in me." Cutlery that was still. Just. Cutlery. "I've half a mind to expunge all of it's citizens and start letting my own people take over, instead of simply making it a vassal state."

Golden Axe's eyes narrowed. "You wouldn't."

Lucette raised a brow. "And why not?" She stood up from the chair. "Yes, your flora and fauna fascinate me, yes, the land itself is valuable, and yes, expelling all the Minotaurs and leaving them without homes would surely make me hated by the world's peoples, but still, why should I care?" She turned around and raised one hand, palm up. "For one, the land does not need it's original people to prosper, nor do it's flora and fauna. For another, my nation can handle anything the others throw at us should they try to play the blame game. So, why wouldn't I?"

Golden Axe grit her teeth. "You're lying."

"I've no reason to lie right now, little girl. But, if you don't believe me..." Lucette snapped her fingers, and a scroll materialized with a flash of blue code. She unfurled it with a snap of her wrist, then turned around so Golden Axe could see. Golden Axe's eyes widened, and she paled.

"Th-This is..." she said began, trembling.

"An official order from me, commanding my troops to grab every Minotaur in the Minotian Isles and send them packing," Lucette finished for her, smirking. The Royal Seal was on it and everything.

"You...You monster..." Golden Axe said shakily.

Lucette chuckled darkly. "You, however, will be sent somewhere else. Specifically, the small, remote prison island your father oh-so loved to send convicts to."

Golden Axe's features turned a bright shade of white.

Lucette laughed, throwing her head back. "Oh come now, you really think this wouldn't happen after you essentially assaulted one of your new rulers?" She shook her head. "How hopelessly naïve." She rolled the scroll back up, then started to strut out of the Minotian Princess' room. "Enjoy your new life of incarceration!" Lucette sing-songed as she opened the door, which closed soon after.

Golden Axe could only stare blankly at the wall of her room, despair all over her features.

Lucette sighed deeply as she sunk into her personal suite's chair. Ventus appeared above her head.

"That really took a lot out of you, huh?" she surmised, floating around her Guardian's head.

Lucette nodded. "Much as I wanted to do that, it still took a lot to lie about the Royal Order." A hand went to her forehead, massaging it. "It's gonna be even more annoying to get her to that island without her seeing any of her people."

"And even more to get said people to like you after this," Ventus added 'helpfully'.

Lucette groaned. "Ugh, don't remind me."

Ventus giggled. "Well, as a side note, your 'brothers' apparently attended a huge wedding."

Lucette blinked, then looked up at her Ghost. "How'd you find that out?"

"I connected myself to their Token," Ventus explained, before shaking herself. "Not a pleasant experience. Ended up just having their Displacer appear and chatting with her."

"And why did you try to connect to their Token in the first place?" Lucette queried, raising a brow.

"I...wanted to see if I could find the universe the Traveler is from. Try and reach it to get more info on, well, myself and all that comes from said universe," Ventus admitted sheepishly, looking away.

Lucette sighed. "Riiight... And who's wedding was this?"

"Some guy named Skull, and a girl named Angel," Ventus informed.

Lucette frowned. "Huh."

"The guys also managed to make friends with them. Had some history with Skull's...cousins, I think?" Ventus shook herself. "Anyways, the bunch of them had helped out his cousins, so Skull basically named them 'honorary brothers'."

Lucette blinked. "Huh. Well, guess that means I technically have new in-laws."

Ventus gave her Guardian a look. "How the heck does that work?"

The Queen waved her off. "Ah just let me have my weird ways, ya weird drone."

"Hey!"

A pause as they stared at each other, before they both laughed loudly.

"So the Storm Princess called for a duel with her assailant and harasser, and beat her singlehandedly?" Broadmane asked, looking up from the scroll in his hoof to the servant before him.

"Yes, Your Highness," the servant replied, still kneeling before him.

The stallion shivered. "...Something tells me I'm going to need my...special, concubine, tonight."

"My Lord?" the servant queried, looking up in confusion.

"Nothing! You heard nothing!"

"No, but we certainly did," Aaliyah giggled behind a hoof. "Sounds like you have some especially deplorable fetishes, potbelly." The Saddle Arabian Trader Queen snarked.

"Indeed. Maybe we should give you a new title," Platinum said with a smirk.

"'The Whipped King'!" Adil barked out with a laugh, followed by the other Saddle Arabian rulers laughing with him.

"Sh-Shut iiiiiit!" Broadmane roared, cheeks aflame with embarrassment.