Amira of Ironclad Empire

The cool breeze of the Alanian highlands brushed against my skin as I settled into the ornate palace gardens alongside Kazmir, his sister Princess Elysia, and his parents, the former Duke Faelan and Duchess Sylvana. The sprawling grounds, adorned with blooming azaleas and meticulously trimmed hedges, provided a serene backdrop for what was to be a pivotal conversation.

"Given your family's esteemed history and its foundational role in the Ironclad Empire, I feel it's time you knew who I really am," I began, my voice steady yet tinged with vulnerability. The weight of my secret felt lighter as their attentive expressions encouraged me to continue.

Former Duke Faelan, a man who had navigated the intricate webs of court politics for decades, raised an eyebrow in interest, his voice laced with amusement. "Well, the intrigues of the court never cease, do they, Sylvana?"

Duchess Sylvana clapped her hands softly, her eyes sparkling with genuine warmth. "Indeed! And what is nobility without its secrets and surprises, dear? We're absolutely thrilled to have you, Ava."

As the days unfolded, Princess Elysia graciously took on the role of my guide through the customs and heritage of Alanian society. Our sessions, intended to be lessons, often morphed into heartwarming exchanges filled with laughter and personal anecdotes, seamlessly weaving me into the fabric of their daily lives.

"One time, Kazmir convinced the entire kitchen staff that he could turn vegetables into gold," Elysia shared amid giggles during a particularly relaxed afternoon.

"It was just a trick with some gilded paint, but oh, the chaos! He was still adorable that time, I'm not sure right now," Princess Elysia giggled at her own statement.

I laughed, picturing Kazmir in his earnest attempt to convince the staff with his antics.

Meanwhile, when I met Kazmir after my lessons with Elysia, he disclosed his carefully laid plans for reinforcing my position within Alanian high society. We sat together one evening, the twilight casting long shadows across the garden paths.

"My Love, there's a noble family, the House of Liron, who suffered a tragic loss—their daughters. The first daughter was secluded due to her frail health and reportedly passed away in youth," he explained, his tone both serious and hopeful.

"Papri found out that the other daughter indeed had died as well due to childbirth, a fact unknown outside their immediate family. This discovery allowed us to create a credible backstory for you."

I considered the implications carefully, the magnitude of what Kazmir was proposing sinking in. "And if someone inquires about my past?"

"The Lirons will handle it by stating that their daughter has finally been well. You know, our family's previous assistance in their time of need has left them deeply indebted to us, ensuring their cooperation and gratitude," Kazmir affirmed, his confidence a balm to my apprehensions.

His words reminded me of the telepathic communication I had shared with Nevi, the Spirit Queen. She emphasized the importance of honesty with Kazmir's parents to build a foundation of trust between the Xylos and Alanian families. This step was crucial not just for my acceptance but also for the larger destiny that awaited us.

"The depth of Papri's planning is astounding," I admitted, my respect for her growing with each revelation.

Kazmir chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Oh, there's more to Papri than meets the eye. She was always the strategist among us. And did I ever tell you about her crush on Sebastian? That's a tale for another time."

As the days passed, my bond with the Alanian family deepened. Princess Elysia's lessons were both educational and personal, often veering into playful gossip about Kazmir's childhood antics. One evening, as we shared tea in the palace's sunroom, Elysia leaned in with a mischievous grin.

"Wait, I remembered when Kazmir tried to teach the guards interpretative dance moves during one of his recovery periods? They were less than graceful, but it certainly lightened the mood!"

I laughed, recalling the memory of Kazmir's enthusiastic yet clumsy attempts to make me feel happy while I was recovering and he mimicked dolphins and ducks.

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One crisp morning, an invitation arrived summoning me to a private audience with Emperor Isaac of Alanian. The grandeur of the Emperor's chamber was awe-inspiring, with tapestries depicting the empire's storied history and a vast window offering a panoramic view of the capital city.

Prince Rolan was already present, standing beside Emperor Isaac. His expression was earnest, reflecting the gravity of the discussion about to unfold.

"Ava, please take a seat," Emperor Isaac gestured gracefully, his demeanor both regal and approachable.

I sat down, feeling a mixture of anticipation and curiosity. "Your Majesty, Prince Rolan. It's an honor to be here."

The Emperor nodded, indicating for Rolan to continue.

"As you witnessed today, Ava possesses a unique blend of combat skills that combine traditional Alanian techniques with modern martial arts from Korea. These skills have the potential to enhance our Special Force of Alanian Knights, making them even more formidable against any threats we might face."

Emperor Isaac leaned forward, intrigued. "I understand that her skills are exceptional. However, what makes them particularly advantageous for us, and how do you envision this integration?"

Prince Rolan took a deep breath, his eyes meeting mine with unwavering determination. "Ava's methods emphasize adaptability and efficiency, allowing knights to handle a variety of combat scenarios with greater proficiency. In times of war, where unpredictability is the only constant, having a force that can swiftly adapt to different threats is invaluable. Her training could fill gaps in our current methodologies, ensuring that the Alanian Knights remain formidable against any adversary."

I felt a surge of both excitement and apprehension at the proposition. "Your Majesty, I am honored by your interest in my skills. I am ready to contribute in any way I can to strengthen the Alanian Empire."

The Emperor smiled approvingly. "Your dedication is commendable, Ava. We will initiate a specialized training program under the guidance of Prince Rolan and Dame Jana to incorporate your techniques into our knightly training. This collaboration will undoubtedly fortify our defenses and enhance our strategic capabilities."

Rolan added, "With Ava's expertise, we can ensure that our knights are prepared for any scenario, be it conventional battles or more clandestine operations. This initiative will set the Alanian Order of the Knights apart from any other military force in the region."

Emperor Isaac concluded, "Very well. Let this partnership signify a new era of strength and unity within our empire. Ava, welcome to this prestigious role. Your journey here has just begun, and I foresee great things ahead."

I bowed deeply, feeling the weight of responsibility settle upon me once more. "Thank you, Your Majesty. I will do my utmost to honor this trust and contribute to the prosperity and safety of the Alanian Empire."

As I left the Emperor's chambers, Prince Rolan placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "You've made the right impression, Ava. This is a significant step forward for both of us."

I nodded, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. "Thank you, Rolan. I'm ready to take on this challenge."

Meanwhile, my combat training with Prince Rolan and Dame Jana, Captain of the Alanian Order of the Knights, intensified. Initially reserved, Rolan had hesitated to impart the secretive martial techniques of Alanian combat to an outsider. However, when I proposed an exchange—offering to teach them Krav Maga and Jujitsu from Korea—his demeanor shifted noticeably.

"Your techniques are intriguing, Ava. Let's enrich each other's prowess," Rolan declared after a particularly intense training session, his eyes reflecting a newfound respect.

Our training sessions were rigorous and filled with mutual learning. One memorable morning, I donned attire similar to what Dame Jana wore—a top that resembles a sports bra and shorts designed for maximum mobility and minimal restriction, adhering to Alanian beliefs that visible scars and the ability to fight without injury were signs of superior combat skills.

As I stepped onto the training field, Dame Jana observed me with a nod of approval.

"Alanians believe in training as close to real combat as possible. The scars we earn, and those we avoid, tell the story of our skill and improvement."

The session was intense. I demonstrated a series of swift strikes and fluid movements, blending Alanian techniques with the martial arts I had mastered in Korea. Rolan and Dame Jana watched in awe as I seamlessly transitioned between close-quarters combat and long-range techniques.

During one intense sparring session, I faced Dame Jana, our movements a blur of practiced precision and raw power. As we sparred, Kazmir couldn't help but watch, his pride evident in his beaming smile.

"What's that technique, my love? I haven't seen that even here in the Alanian Empire," Kazmir exclaimed, genuinely impressed by the blend of mixed martial arts and Alanian swordplay I exhibited.

Rolan nodded in agreement, his admiration clear. "She's a remarkable warrior," he commented, stepping back to give me more space.

"My Love, you can even surpass your grandfather the late Emperor Luciu—" He wasn't able to finish his thought.

I quickly covered his mouth, a stern yet playful warning in my eyes. "Kazmir, that kind of talk would be treason."

Kazmir raised his hands in mock surrender. "Relax, my love. We're in Alanian, an open country. There will be no problems with that. No one will dare to file a report against the sword of the Ironclad Empire with a backer like the Alanian Empire."

I couldn't help but smile despite myself. "Just don't make a habit of it," I replied, shaking my head at his antics.

I smiled, feeling a surge of confidence. "What I mastered before—combining what we called MMA with Alanian techniques—has given me a unique edge."

Kazmir, knowing that I learned the techniques from Korea but unable to tell him their specific names, couldn't resist making a quip.

"Oh…. brother-in-law, it seems your wife is someone to be scared of."

"I don't have to be afraid, as if I will be in trouble? And I am the Empire's greatest husband material, if you don't know," he declared with a grin.

But my amusement was short-lived as the former Duke and Duchess, alongside a heavily pregnant Princess Elysia, clapped and laughed.

"Now, someone can kick Kazmir if he continues his habit of messing around. I owe that one to you, my child," Duke Faelan teased, the room filling with laughter as Kazmir looked slightly embarrassed but pleased.

Rolan nodded in agreement, shaking his head with a smile. "Indeed, the techniques you've mastered are unparalleled. It's as if you were meant to fight alongside us."

The camaraderie in the training yard was a testament to the growing bonds within our blended family. Each session not only honed my combat skills but also strengthened my ties with those around me, making me feel more at home in the Alanian Empire.

With the tournament approaching, my training with Prince Rolan and Dame Jana intensified further. The focus was shifting towards preparing for the Special Force of Alanian Knights, an elite unit responsible for the empire's most critical missions. The integration of Krav Maga and Jujitsu with Alanian martial techniques proved to be a formidable enhancement to their training regimen.

"Today, we enhance not just how you fight, but how you adapt," I began during one of our specialized training sessions, my voice steady, authoritative, and clear. The knights didn't show any violent reactions as Dame Jana informed them right before our training started about my demonstration with Prince Rolan.

"The skills I will share are born from a blend of martial disciplines, tailored to complement your prowess with the spear and your heritage by the sea."

I introduced them to Close-Quarters Combat, demonstrating quick strikes, joint locks, and throws to control opponents who breach the spear's effective range. The knights practiced diligently, learning to use their opponent's weight against them. Next, we moved to Combination Techniques, fluidly transitioning between weapons, emphasizing the importance of maintaining readiness as the distance closes.

"Defense is not just about blocking; it's about using everything at your disposal," I instructed, teaching advanced parrying techniques and environmental maneuvers to turn defensive moves into counterattacks. Considering their coastal positioning, Maritime Combat Training was incorporated, simulating fighting on uneven surfaces like a rocking ship or slippery dock to demand exceptional balance and awareness.

Finally, we addressed Tactical Formations, organizing the knights into defensive walls and offensive spearheads quickly.

"These formations are not just for open battle but for protecting each other and moving as one fluid entity," I explained. Using flags and drums, they practiced commands, swiftly rearranging their formations in response to my signals.

As the sun climbed higher, the training session drew to a close. I surveyed the knights, noting their sweat-glistened faces but also their sharp, more confident movements.

"The sea does not yield, and neither should you. Let these skills be your tide, pushing against any who dare challenge the might of the Alanian Knights."

Later that week, I had the opportunity to facilitate the Alanian Knights training again, blending the martial techniques in a display of unity and strength.

"Today, we showcase the strength of our alliance," I announced as Prince Rolan and Dame Jana, along with the knights, took mock battlefield stances.

"Let's demonstrate the power of combined disciplines."

The sparring session was intense. Rolan's fluid spear techniques melded seamlessly with my Krav Maga strikes, creating a dynamic and unpredictable combat flow. Dame Jana's disciplined swordplay provided a perfect counterbalance, forcing me to stay sharp and adaptable.

The knights' stance and communication in this mock battle had improved significantly in their use of weapons for both short-range and long-range combat.

While I looked after the Knights, Prince Rolan asked me to join the sparring session. I tied my hair up and removed my cloak. That's when Kazmir's glares started to dart at me again. I smiled at him and gave an okay sign. His face was so confused, but then I started to do stretches.

I only chose a long wooden stick and started to attack the knights with Prince Rolan and Dame Jana attacking me simultaneously.

The speed that I showed was different as I made sure that the knights would be at par with the Silver Crow Order of the Knights. Showing them almost half of my strength and speed will surely help them if intruders or even if a war broke out, the average speed and strength of a knight would never get near to the half I showed to them, based on Nevi's assessment before.

I was thinking that it would be related to my divine lineage and the Mana and Aura that I have.

As we finished the training, Prince Rolan and Dame Jana raised both of their hands and together with the knights, we concluded the training.

Now that I noticed, I hadn't sweated even a bit, maybe because of the awakening of my divine power that even a poison has no match to it and that helped me with fatigue and stamina.

"Gladly. You're our ally. Even if it's just you, you can destroy the entire fleet even with backups," Dame Jana said while Prince Rolan nodded in agreement with her statement.

"U-Uhmm…. Thanks?" I said awkwardly. This helped me recall the part where I am good at everything that Claude asked me to do but still find it unfitting to his standards, so I am not used to taking compliments and how to respond to them.

Kazmir, unable to contain his pride, couldn't resist making a quip. "You really are something, my love! You didn't even break a sweat! Are you hungry? Do you want to go to the market?"

Kazmir asked, so I just nodded and helped him wear my cloak again, covering my combat garments. For the others, this is too revealing, but back in Korea, this is what I usually wear while training since it's easier to move.

We went to the market and looked for a nearby restaurant. While we were at it, Kazmir held my hand tightly as if I was about to run. As we enjoyed the market stroll, not that I remember, I hadn't tried using my powers again. All I did while we stayed here was use my physical strength most of the time to make sure I was truly fully recovered.

As the day ended, Kazmir, in his big puppy moment again, hugged me even before I entered my room here in the Alanian Palace.

"Can I come in?" he asked, and then I just gave him a peck on his lips and cheeks and forehead while I held his face.

"That can wait. We don't want scandals to surface while I am still working my way into the Alanian society, right?" As I said that, Kazmir pouted and to somehow compromise, I kissed his lips again, then pushed him so he could go to his own room.

One evening, as we prepared for the upcoming tournament, Kazmir decided to show me some traditional Alanian interpretative dance moves—an eccentric but endearing tradition he held onto. His attempts were earnest but hilariously ungraceful, causing me to burst into laughter.

"Watch and learn, Ava. Interpretative dance is the truest form of Alanian expression," Kazmir announced with a dramatic flourish, only to stumble comically through the steps.

I laughed, watching as Duchess Sylvana led an impromptu dance-off, with Faelan adding humorously inaccurate commentary. "And here we see the rare Alanian flailing bird dance, a majestic sight!"

Kazmir's playful grin as he tripped over his own feet was a revelation to me. "So, this is where you get your sense of humor," I teased, watching Duchess Sylvana gracefully out-dance us both.

"Yes, and unfortunately, no amount of royal decorum could refine these genes," Elysia added with a smirk, pointing to their parents who were now encouraging everyone to join the dance.

Days passed swiftly, and the day of the "Masked Melee Tournament" arrived with a palpable sense of excitement and anticipation. The tournament was not just a competition but a celebration of the impending birth of Prince Rolan and Princess Elysia's child. The arena, a grand coliseum adorned with banners and iron statues, buzzed with energy as participants and spectators filled the stands.

The Masked Melee Tournament was renowned for its inclusivity, welcoming both commoners and nobles alike. To ensure impartiality, all participants registered under unique nicknames, preventing any bias based on their social status. This tradition fostered a sense of equality, where skill and strategy were the only factors determining victory.

Wearing my competition attire—an ensemble similar to Dame Jana's for ease of movement—I felt both prepared and slightly out of place. The outfit was designed to allow maximum agility, with a sports bra and shorts that emphasized functionality over tradition. My porcelain skin seemed to glow under the arena lights, almost illuminating even in the dimmer corners of the vast coliseum.

As I stepped out of the preparation chamber, Kazmir's eyes widened at the sight of my outfit.

"Amira, what are you wearing?" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with disbelief.

I glanced down, noticing the revealing nature of my attire.

"This is the official competition gear. It allows for maximum mobility and showcases my combat skills without any restrictions."

Kazmir threw his hands up in mock frustration. "But Amira, your skin is so exposed compared to what you wore during the trainings! It's almost like you're trying to blind everyone with your porcelain glow. This is inappropriate for a tournament setting!"

I sighed, understanding his concern but also recognizing the practicality of the outfit.

"Kazmir, the Alanian combat philosophy values functionality over form. My attire is designed to enhance my performance, not hinder it. Plus, it's traditional for our warriors to wear such gear to symbolize transparency and confidence in their abilities."

Kazmir shook his head, a reluctant smile breaking through. "Just don't make a habit of it," he replied, still teasing but clearly supportive.

I smirked, the tension easing. "Don't worry, Kazmir. I've trained for this. My focus is on the competition, not on the audience."

Stepping into the arena as 'Avara,' I felt a surge of adrenaline. The iron mask concealed my identity but symbolized my connection to the Ironclad Empire. The crowd's cheers were a comforting roar, a reminder of the support surrounding me.

Each step I took felt deliberate and powerful, each movement a declaration of my presence. As the bouts began, I moved with precision and grace, each strike and parry a testament to the skills I had honed with Rolan and the resolve I had forged within myself. My training with Prince Rolan had not only enhanced my combat abilities but also deepened my understanding of Alanian martial traditions.

Facing my opponents, I felt empowered by my new family cheering me on. I was no longer just a participant; I was a symbol of my newfound ties and my commitment to honor both my past and my new future in Alanian.

The tournament was a whirlwind of intense matches and strategic displays. Participants ranged from skilled nobles to talented commoners, each bringing their unique styles and techniques to the arena. The use of nicknames like "Shadow Falcon," "Crimson Tide," and "Iron Lotus" added an air of mystery and excitement, ensuring that the focus remained solely on their abilities.

As the final match approached, the atmosphere grew even more electric. Spectators eagerly awaited the culmination of the day's events, knowing that the victor would not only gain honor but also help celebrate the forthcoming addition to the royal family.

The final bout was nothing short of spectacular. My opponent, known as "Night Serpent," was a formidable fighter with a reputation for agility and cunning. The clash between us was a display of skill, strategy, and sheer willpower. Every move was calculated, every strike purposeful. The crowd was enthralled, their cheers echoing through the coliseum as the match reached its climax.

With a decisive strike, I overcame Night Serpent, emerging victorious in the tournament. The mask no longer served as a shield but as a symbol of triumph and acceptance. Removing it, I faced the crowd, my gaze sweeping over the faces that now looked back with respect and admiration.

Kazmir, alongside his family, beamed with pride from the royal box, their applause ringing clear and true. Joining them, I felt a profound sense of belonging. This was more than a victory in the arena; it was an affirmation of my place here, in the heart of the Alanian Empire, among people who had become my family by choice and by chance.

"This is just the beginning," I whispered to Kazmir as we watched the sunset over the palace gardens later that evening, his hand warm in mine, feeling the true weight of my new life and the adventures that lay ahead.