Palazzo Khushrenada
Sanreno, Apullia, Kingdom of Cacerta
The Khushrenada Family Palace overlooking Sanreno was, considered by many, far more imposing than beautiful. Although it had been modernized over the centuries since its construction, most of the outer facade -- that of an impregnable fortress constructed atop a rocky mountaintop. Surrounded on three sides by sheer cliffs and rock faces, Khushrenada Palace had only one attackable approach. Palazzo Khushrenada was one of only two unconquered citadels in the Cacertian Archipelago, the other being the infamous Water Fortress of Fumicino.
Growing up within its walls, Vivi Khushrenada could not help but feel both safe and trapped; coming home was always such a bittersweet experience. But, standing next to her terrifyingly straight-faced elder sister, Vivi had no other option than to suck in her anxious sigh. Almost on cue; “Come, Vivien,” She heard Valeriana state to her. “It is best not to keep Mother and Father waiting.”
They were crossing the bridge between the fortress’s two keeps; a structure of stone and mortar several centuries old -- an engineering marvel by the standards of its ancient builders. Valeriana and Vivi’s parents were standing in the doorway of the opened gigantic oakwood gates that stood as part of the fortress’s final line of defense. No attacker had ever made it this far in the Palace’s long and storied history.
House Khushrenada was not only characterized by its staunchly trained troops and impregnable fortress, but also by its characteristic attire. Members of the Khushrenada family wore decorative military uniforms, colored and dyed to represent their status within the hierarchy. Vivi wore blue, a color that symbolized her service in the Royal Navy whereas her sister was adorned in white -- a color only deemed worthy for the leader of OZ, a position their own mother once held before her eldest daughter succeeded her.
Their mother, Sonia Khushrenada, had served as the Duchess of OZ between 2006 up until the OZ Council voted for her daughter in 2013. She was dressed in steel grey -- which represented her former position as Duchess. Unlike other characterized members of the Khushrenada line, Sonia was tender as opposed to terse and her face was soft with emotion. Vivi loved their mother; she really couldn’t tell whether or not Valeriana did -- especially as she went to greet their mother with a handshake as opposed to Vivi’s hug.
“Valeriana, my intelligent daughter,” Sonia said as she shook hands with her. “I know how busy you are with your OZ and Parliament work, I’m glad you could join us for the Autumn Harvest this year. We rarely get to see you nowadays, but I understand and am very aware of why.”
Sonia stroked Vivi’s cheek with a smile, “And Vivi, my young and tender daughter dear,” she spoke quietly and tenderly, “It is always a joy to see you. I sincerely hope that as OZ’s Foreign Representative your sister is not working you too hard. I understand that you will be departing for Nalaya on your sister’s behalf as soon as the festival is finished?”
“I don’t believe I’ll be leaving as soon as the festival is finished,” Vivi responded, “but I do understand that it should be around New Years or later, so a few more months. And no, Mother, Valeriana keeps me busy, but not so much so that it’s hard work. She’s good to her little sister.” Vivi turned to see if her sister had heard them, but she was deep in conversation with their Father. More plans related to turning OZ into a true military force. “I know she has a few meetings coming up with the Queen and Prime Minister Ianelli soon -- specifically to talk about my departure.” Although Vivi was sure her mother already new that.
Sonia Khushrenada was well-known for her skills in deception and although she outwardly appeared softspoken and sweet, it was important to note that she was almost equally as well-informed as the Queen -- her network of information spreading far and wide utilizing skills she had picked up serving in both Directorates of SISMI. It was not to say that the love of her family was not genuine; it was just a key to realize that if anyone tried to take advantage of herself or her family, she could pull the rug from right underneath her opponents. As she very well did during her time in the military and intelligence communities.
Once they had finished with their initial and ritual greetings, the family of four made their way through their fortress to their comfortable living room. The floor to ceiling windows that had been installed led out to a balcony that had been hewn from the rock itself, providing a stunning view of the waters which the Palace imposingly overlooked.
Valeriana quickly retreated into her room. As the Duchess and a member of the House Assembly, she was always inexplicably occupied with something and growing up as her younger sister, Vivi was careful not to bother her. In recent months she had gotten quite close to the Queen, becoming part of her Private Council of which only a select few elite men and women were part. Valeriana could speak very little of her new duties, but Vivi completely understood why. The subject matters were sensitive -- no matter how superfluous one might think they may be.
And, much like Valeriana, her Father did the same -- retreating into his office to go over the day’s occurrence in Sanreno. It was very clear who took from which parent. Valeriana was very much like he Father in many ways, yet maintaining their Mother’s cunning. It always made Vivi feel a bit underwhelming in comparison. She was not as uniquely gifted as her sister, but Sonia was always sure to show both of them her love.
With her Father’s departure, it left Vivi and her Mother alone in the living room. Sonia poured two small glasses of imported Ossorian whiskey -- adding one large chilling stone to each -- before handing one to her daughter. They each took a small sip and took in the setting sun over the ocean horizon before Sonia asked, “So, how are you enjoying your work with the Organization?”
“It’s very different,” Vivi responded, pausing to take another sip from her glass, enjoying the taste and burn of the alcohol, “I was more or less used to being told what to tell my sailors what to do in the Navy. With OZ the only person I report to is Vali and she leaves me to do a lot of things independently and on my own.”
“That’s good, though, Dear. Despite what you might think, Valeriana wants to see you succeed and she always felt that you were far too complacent with being told what to do.”
What her Mother was saying wasn’t exactly false. It was always far easier to just relay orders as opposed to make the decisions on her own. She feared making the wrong call or the wrong decision -- despite being taught at the Academy that every decision isn’t perfect. “I guess I can understand that.”
“Now, Nalaya is going to be a very different place, Vivi -- be sure you understand that.” Sonia spoke tensely and seriously. “This will be the first time you’ll be sent as a representative of Cacerta to a nation involved in active warzones. And keep in mind that you’ll also be the face of OZ to the Protector. Am I to understand that your sister has been petitioning the Queen to deploy Zodiac Commandos to Nalaya?”
“Yes, indeed,” Vivi responded to her Mother. “Vali really feels like that -- if we plan on eventually transforming OZ into a full combat unit, we’ll really have to get them into actual combat.”
“And that will be your call, dear.” Sonia said as she took another sip. “You’ll have to observe the combat zones in Nalaya and make a decision as to how, where, and best you believe their deployment will be.” She placed her hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “And do not forget you can contact your sister or me if you really have to. You’ll be carrying a lot of pressure on your shoulders, but don’t let that intimidate you.”
Vivi let out a small sigh, “I know, Mom. I know.”