Capítulo 60: Chapter 60
"Please tell me the reason you ask for an audience with me, Lokas."
"Yes, your highness."
The man is kneeling in front of me, standing up and taking a deep breath.
"I'm the leader of the Liberation of Army of Myr and the current leader of our people ask you to show us your kindness and bless us with your power."
I wince a little when I hear his honeyed words. It looks like nobody told him that I hate honeyed words and prefer bold and direct words.
"The people of Myr once suffered in the hand of the Magister. However! Taking from your example, we manage to take back our freedom from the shackle of the Magister. We manage to take over the city and freed all the slaves they owned."
"I see. So what do you need? Trade agreement?"
I already know the reason why they are coming here, but I will let him tell me their reason.
"No, Your Highness. I come here to ask for your blessing in fighting this curse we have. I ask-no, I beg you, to help us. We are willing to bow our heads and give Myr to you in exchange for that. As long as we retain our freedom, we will always be you and your descendant's vassal. We will give our body and soul to you."
Doesn't that just slavery?
"Please, help our people. Please help our family."
I nod my head and get up from the throne.
"Very well. Lokas, son of Hiras, Lunaria, will help you and your people. We will give you the people, materials, and medicines to help Myr to stand on its own two feet. We will go to Myr in three days. I will send ten healers and two hundred guards to Myr today to make a base and secure a place to make a hospital. I require one of your men to be their guide and make sure they get a place to go."
"Of course, your highness. Thank you, your highness! Thank you, your highness!"
I quickly walk toward the man who is banging his head on the floor, thanking me. I don't want him to start to bleed and give a different image when he gets out of the throne room. I put my hand on his shoulder and heal the bruise on his forehead.
"You don't need to bang your head to the floor to thank me. You can thank me when the job is done. Now, go and ask your men to prepare. They are needed for my people to work."
"Yes, your highness!"
"Good. Barik."
"Yes, your highness?"
My right-hand man and advisor walk forward.
"Barik, could you gather ten healers, twenty apprentices, and two hundred guards? Ah! Let's make that extra, okay?"
The Black Dog is the extra. Not only will they be the guard for the White Cat, but they can also help the White Cat to make more potions if needed.
"Of course, Your Highness."
"Also, let them take the batch that is ready to ship to Dorne and send a letter to Dorne saying that the next batch will be delayed."
"Yes, Your Highness."
"Good. Let's get to work."
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|3rd POV|
Hope. It was a word that the people of Myr clung to. A whisper from ear to ear that helps will come soon, but that hope is slowly dismissed each day. Slowly people died from the Black Death, and their death was not quick and painless.
Each of them died a painful death. Their expression is the expression of agony, and it makes the other afraid.
They start to think something horrible is happening. Lokas and his men did not arrive in Lunaria and died in the sea. Lunaria rejects their plea because they are from the place that invaded their home, the home that they just took back from the hand of the slaver.
However, before the fire of hope is distinguished, the people that live in the port city of Myr see a massive ship heading to their city. When the ship is docked in the empty port of Myr, people are already surrounding the area.
Their hearts beat faster than before when they see one of their own getting out of the ship. He is one of the young men coming with Lakos and the son of the merchant standing among the people on the dock.
One woman pushed the other to the side while running toward the young man.
"Thoros! Thoros! My son! You come back!"
"Mother!"
Son and mother hug each other for a few seconds before the said son releases his mother and says.
"Mother, we come back and bring back help! The King of Lunaria agrees to help us!"
When the people hear Thoros' words, a whisper spreads across the people of Myr. Hope starts coming back to me. The whispers stop when they see the Plague Doctor of Lunaria walk out of the ship. She is the leader of the group sent by Viserys.
She points her finger at her neck, and when she speaks, all the people in the port can hear her.
"The people of Myr! We are the healers from Lunaria. We are called the White Cats and we will be the ones healing you. We are bringing a lot of cures to heal your sickness. However, we cannot heal all of you just yet. Our king only sent ten of us, for now, to make a hospital and see how bad the situation is."
People start to get depressed when they hear the news. However, before they could reach a wrong conclusion, the leader of the healer continued.
"Fear not! His majesty, Viserys Targaryen, already sent more people here but they will come in a week because they need to brew the cure in Lunaria before they can come here. Because of this, His Majesty sent us first to help as many people as we can. We ask you to participate in our work so we can defeat this plague faster. We will heal the one who is the worse first and give the other something so they will not feel pain. However, you do not need to fear that you will not be healed. We will heal all of you. My name is Natasha and I will be your doctor. Let's beat this plague."
After the speech, the people shouted, laughed, and even cried. Hope is coming to Myr, and they finally have a chance to have their true freedom.
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