Knight&Mage inc.: King's Fall
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Knights&Mage INC. is the retail empire of Kings Fall and recently, their Vice-President position became available. Xena Battlemoar and Odette Plum both dove at the chance of a lifetime. When it turns out they both got the job and the president of the company disappears to avoid scandal, they are forced to work together or watch their work go up in flames. Xena, the strong headed, no guts no glory, Goliath knight vs. Odette, the by-the-books, no nonsense, sorceress butt heads at every turn. They can't exactly see eye to eye, and it's not because Xena towers over Odette even in heels. Yet, when push comes to shove, they have each other's backs... and a lot more. Bickering turns to passionate kisses, fighting over policies turns to heart to hearts at a local pub. It's not easy between business scandals, company theft, no training, and Odette's toxic ex. But it wouldn't be life at Knights&Mage INC if it wasn't a smidgen chaotic every few minutes.
Lizzie Strong
Born a Marine Brat I moved from state to state for much of my youth. Books were the one consistent thing in my life. Split between the high fantasy and war novels from my father and my mother’s deep love for horror novels, it was only a matter of time. From a young age I would fill up notebooks and word documents. Adaptability came in handy as I’ve worked in many different fields: food service, retail, education, special education, management. I kept coming back to books. In college I fully came out to my friends and family about my Pansexuality. Many were supportive but confused on what being Pansexual even was. I learned representation is key, but I also want to write books about fantasy, adventure, and monsters. My work is best described as a little bit spooky, a little bit magic, and a whole lot of fun.
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Knight&Mage inc. - Lizzie Strong
Chapter One:
Xena
L et me get this straight, you’re going to get a message at six if you got the position or not?
Minx, the barkeep and Xena’s best friend, asked from under the bar of Mumford’s. The longest lasting bar in all of King’s Fall.
Most of her best hires she found wandering into the bar late at night. People believe that a knight should be raised from childhood, spend years in school. They were wrong. Xena knew any person who lived a life they had to fight for was a better base for a fighter than anything else. She could teach someone to throw a punch and to swing a sword. She couldn’t teach resilience. The hard to kill ones are the kind of people she found in the booths at Mumford’s. Drinking frosty beer with black eyes, they were eager to fight again.
Yeah, so I’m sorry in advance if a hawk comes screaming in here. Company bird’s are a bit dramatic if I’m being honest.
Xena clinked her beer bottle against the one Minx held up to her.
The Katto behind the bar was glistening in the evening sunlight. His orange and tiger striped fur covered his whole body and framed his wet nose. Other than his faded war scar, Minx was distinguishable by the perpetual grumpy face and long pointy ears. Minx looked like every other Kattos Xena had ever met. Big, feline, built like a lion, big paws, fluffy tail, and now that he was older, a beer gut. But Minx hid it well behind a large apron and thick leather belt full of tools.
Can I eat it?
Minx teased. Xena glared at him sharply. He received a smack across the tops of his ears for it. Minx cackled as he avoided a second smack of Xena’s hands. Joking, I’m kidding. Mostly. Anyway, why couldn’t they just tell you in the office?
It’s tradition. You see, they can’t go out and say it, but the tradition of fighting for the position is literal. They narrow it down to two candidates, they send out the letters at the same time. And if the loser thinks they can, sometimes they go out and actually fight for the position. K&M is kinda old school but won’t outright say it like that. That’s why it’s so cryptid and ominous.
Xena shrugged as she threw back the rest of her beer. It clinked against the counter seconds before Minx swiped it and replaced it with a full, frosty one. Hot wings were dropped in from the magic, floating kitchen over their heads. Her wings were in a bright yellow basket with parchment paper and plenty of sauce.
Minx took one wing as payment as Xena tied a napkin around her neck and dug in.
"So is that why you’re so jazzed about tonight? You think you and Odette are going to fight?" Minx licked his chops slowly to collect every drop of sauce.
Hell yeah I do! I can’t wait. I want to beat that smug smirk off her face and toss her into the river. Like the good old days, no more office politics and petty pranks. Full on fist to fist fight!
Xena slammed her fist down onto the counter top. Every glass atop of the bar rattled, but most of the patron’s didn’t even flinch. They all continued their conversations and drinks without so much as looking at Xena.
The bar was packed and yet Xena had no problem sitting at the bar and taking up Minx’s time. Mostly because Minx’s other brothers worked behind the bar, conversing with their regulars.
Why haven’t you fought her already? You fight everyone,
Minx snorted, taking up his beer and twirling it. After a few swirls, he chugged it. Once empty, he lobbed the bottle over his head into the recycling bin behind the bar.
A small bell above their heads chimed. Glitter wafted in the air as a purple winged fae employee dropped from the rafters. They fluttered to the chalkboard above the bar and drew another line under Minx’s name. All three brothers and the one human man named Fred who worked at the bar were in competition. Didn’t matter what, but they were always competing for something. It seemed this week it was aiming.
I know! And it’s been driving me nuts! Little miss perfect bubble and magic just waltzes around the office like she knows best. Just because she has magic doesn’t mean I can’t beat her at everything. We’ve been enemies since we both got department head at the same time, and this will be the first time I’m able to pop that ego of hers.
Xena dried her face with the napkin. She stuffed it into the basket with the left-over bones. The basket began to float over her head and toward the sinks in the back. Xena watched it for a moment with disdain.
Is it because you’re rivals or is it because she’s got magic and you don’t?
Minx prodded with a poke of his dull nail.
I’m a knight, I eat mages for breakfast. Knight, mage, doesn’t matter. I win. I always win.
Xena snapped her attention back to Minx.
Then why are you worried?
Minx brimmed from ear to ear.
I’m not worried. Pfft. You're worried.
Xena snatched up her new beer and took a long swig. If she were being honest, she was a little worried.
If Odette took up the position, she would never hear the end of it. She might actually lose her job when she bound across the table to throttle her new boss. She could never, and she meant never, work for Odette. Little miss perfect deathcraft or whatever she was called. Xena didn’t have a cushy desk job like Odette. Knight development was about physical prowess, about knowing strategy and cunning.
So then let me ask this, if you’re going to win, do you think she’ll come after you?
Minx pulled out glasses to mix different orders that flew in on levitating papers.
Of course, she can’t let me win!
Xena’s eyes snapped to her watch. Time bearing down on her, her lungs tightened. The notch on her watch flipped to six. Her alarm went off. Here we go.
And as if summoned by mere thought- a hawk the size of a hunting dog flew through the open bar doors. Nearly bulldozing half the bar patrons, it screamed into the air. Everything in the bar went quiet. A large scroll of parchment flopped into her awaiting hands. Xena vibrated with excitement. She furiously opened it without waiting for the hawk to leave. It perched on the bar and snatched up a mouthful of the peanuts in bowls lingering nearby. Xena unfurled the scroll before her with a wide grin.
Well?
Minx swatted away the bird.
You better batten down the hatches, Minx. Cause I got the job!
The bar erupted in applause. The hawk soared away. Xena showed all of the now attentive bar patrons the ‘you have been selected’ parchment in her hands. Minx poured out shots for the bar.
Chapter Two:
Odette
S low down, Odette, you’re telling me that they didn’t just give you the position in the office?
Clara whined from the kitchen counter. Odette’s fiancé dangled her legs over the side and kicked them into the air. Unlike Odette’s perfectly pressed office worthy clothes, Clara wore nothing but jean shorts and a low-cut silk top. Clara kept her pixie cut decorated with floral clips and tiny jewels, matching the large rock on her finger. Fiddling with the engagement ring constantly, Clara watched while Odette worked over the stove. She stirred the pot as the toast baked within the oven.
No, it’s tradition. Like I was saying before your mother called, they’re hoping it will lead to a public fight they can claim and have as publicity, so we need to eat early for when Xena shows up to fight me.
Odette pivoted to pull the plates from the cupboard. She motioned for Clara to get down.
Why do you pick up?
Clara mumbled to herself. Not helping as usual. Odette was too excited to care. She pulled out the bread from the oven.
Your mother is soon to be my mother in law, being cordial is kind of expected,
Odette greeted the blast of warm air to her face with a smile. Butter and garlic filled her nostrils. Odette stuffed her hands into oven mitts.
But not really, she’s just trying to get you to talk about me, behind my back, like she always does,
Clara scowled.
She only asks about you because you won’t call her back or pick up.
Odette stooped down to pull the tray of bread out of the oven.
Yeah, whatever. So Xena, and this fight? You won’t just give it to her even if she’s willing to fight you for it?
Clara flopped into her seat and kicked her feet up onto the table. She never even wanted to contemplate her mother’s presence unless it led to her getting something out of it. Obviously she wouldn’t get anything out of her mother asking about their weekend plans.
Odette placed the steaming bread on the tabletop and pushed Clara’s feet off in the same movement. As Odette carved the bread, Clara snatched up a piece. Odette offered her a napkin but Clara picked at the inside of the bread, only to leave the crust on her plate. Clara was the same height as Odette. Most half-elf or half-fae folks were shorter with cute features. Clara always looked like a porcelain doll. Odette did her best to contradict the cutesy façade of being part Fae. It helped that she didn’t inherit her mother’s wings.
No, because I’ve wanted this job for two years. And I won’t give it to some brute just because she swings a big sword.
Rushing back to the kitchen, Odette pulled the pan off the stove. She returned to the table, scooping out dinner for both of them.
Clara picked around the vegetables as Odette put all the pans away. Then she sat down only to watch her fiancé finish picking what she wanted to eat then get up. Clara stood up and put her plate down for Rufus, Odette’s hellhound. She didn’t even wait for it to cool down before walking to the couch. Odette sighed to herself as she took up a piece of bread. Rufus licked the plate clean. Hellhound’s were massive, as he was closer to the size of a bear than a dog. Odette always described him as a massive German Shepherd whose hair was always on fire. He picked up the plate in his mouth like a frisbee. She spared him a pet down his flaming back as he trotted himself into the kitchen and spat the plate into the sink. Shaking out his flaming locks in the kitchen, he returned and licked his paws clean of the sauce.
Why not?
Clara whined, snatching up Odette’s attention again. Clara picked at her jeans while she tried to find a channel to watch on their television. She glanced up from her jeans to ensure Odette was staring at her.
Rufus clambered up into Clara’s empty chair. Odette spared her hellhound a motherly look of disdain. He hung his head but stared up at her with puppy eyes. She pulled his frisbee off from a side table and set it in front of him. Then Odette passed him a piece of her meat while she finished cleaning up her plate. Rufus licked Clara’s crumb covered spot on top of eating the scraps he was given.
Whoa, what do you mean, why not?
Odette wheeled to stare at Clara.
Well since you’ve become a department head you haven’t had time at home.
Clara flopped onto the side of the couch. So if you get VP then you’ll never have time for me.
Excuse me, but I’m here plenty.
Odette rose from her seat. It’s not my fault that you’re always out with friends or partying.
You said you wouldn’t resent me for that.
Clara glared at the ceiling.
I don’t! But you can’t be mad at me for not spending time with you when you’re out with friends or out drinking.
Odette flopped her hands out to her side.
I invite you to go! All! The! Time!
Clara flipped up onto her feet.
I work all day, the last thing I want to do when I get home is go out to a club or go out shopping or out doing whatever your friends do. I do not mind if you do, because that makes you happy and that makes me happy for you to be happy. But don’t be rude to me just because we’re not the same. You knew that when you asked me out and when I asked you to marry me. We’ve been over this a thousand times, Clara. I’m not an outgoing person. I’m a homebody and my body likes to be home.
Odette ran her hands through her hair. Closing her eyes, she tried to count to ten in her head. How many times had they had this argument? She was not likely to change soon. Odette ruffled out her hair with her fingers. When she opened her eyes, Clara stared at her with wide doe eyes. What?
Sorry for not having a big important job like you,
Clara sneered. Pinching her heart shaped face up with disgust, Clara brushed her baby hairs out from in front of her face.
That is not at all what I was saying.
Odette pinched the bridge of her nose. Fury warmed her bones as she tried to control herself. It had been a long day and she did not want to pick a fight. The fight with Xena loomed over her head. She would need all her magic and energy as Xena was never known for going down. It would not be easy if Xena decided it was war.
It is! Because you work at this big company while I’m just some department store wench.
Clara tossed the remote for the television across the room. Rufus flung out of the seat to catch the remote. His flaming tail wagging, he trotted up to Odette’s side. Clara scoffed as she snatched it out of his mouth. Oh wow, just make me look stupid, Rufus! Real mature!
One, watch it, he’s a dog, he does dog things. He knows how to catch.
Odette smacked the remote out of Clara’s hand onto the couch. And two, you’re not going to mix my words up. I don’t care where you work. I told you when I signed the lease that you could work whatever you wanted, even if it didn’t make a lot because I knew you were trying. How did this become me being the villain here?
So you think I’m the villain?
Clara’s eyes teared up immediately.
No! I don’t! What are we arguing over? I’m so confused,
Odette whimpered, her hands clenched together at her waist.
You’re so fucking dense! Of course you’re confused because you don’t love me, clearly and you are so self obsessed that you can’t see you’re the problem. Even when I’m waving it in your face, you can’t get over yourself long enough to see that you’re the problem. You’re always trying to manipulate me and tell me what to do, how to be, who to talk with, forcing me to be nice to my abusive mother. How fuckign stupid can you be? But I’m done taking your bullshit. If that job is so important to you, why don’t you marry it? At least it cares what you think.
Clara shoved Odette by the shoulders.
Odette fell silent as Clara stormed around her and Rufus. The bedroom door slammed shut behind her. They lived in a one bedroom apartment. A wide and spacious area for relaxing. Odette filled it with everything comfy she could find. The couch was squishy and like heaven, the dining room chairs were cushioned and designed for back support. Even the queen size bed was an oasis, a fluffy mattress she couldn’t sleep without. The apartment was always filled with light from the large, glass balcony doors and massive moon window. Yet as Odette sank onto the arm of the couch, she felt so uncomfortable. Her soul floated away from her, as if her body were stone and she was a ghost. Weightless and woozy, she stared down at Rufus. The words that flew out of Clara’s mouth repeated at maximum volume in her ears.
Rufus panted as he gazed up with big red eyes, glowing with the flames behind them. His tongue let off steam as his attention drifted toward the back of the apartment. Odette glanced over her shoulder, I don’t know buddy. I don’t know what happened.
The chime for her watch rang from the kitchen. As if summoned by the bell, a company issued hawk burst through the balcony doors. Odette hadn’t locked up yet, anticipating this. Yet as the hawk dropped a scroll into her hands, she didn’t want to look. For a moment she wondered if she even wanted it now. Her chest weighed heavier with every passing breath. They had fought before, but nothing like that. As if Clara became a can of oil, waiting to light a match. She exploded so rapidly! Odette numbly unfurled the parchment before her.
The bedroom opened with a slow creak. Odette stared at the paper lit by Rufus’ fire. Soft footsteps followed the hollow sound of wind blowing in through the balcony doors. Odette stared up with teary eyes as Clara glared down at her.
What does it say?
Clara’s face pinched in rage.
Clara, please. I didn’t mean whatever I did. I’m sorry.
Odette exhaled slowly, placing the paper down onto the living room table.
You got it, didn’t you? Because you always get what you want.
Clara wrenched her poorly packed bag toward the door. It clacked against the floor as she stormed toward the front door.
Clara, please,
Odette cried, stumbling after her.
Clara stopped at the door, wrenching it open. I cheated on you too. But you were too stupid to notice. Too busy at your big, important job to see how lonely I was here, by myself.
Clara ripped the ring off her finger and tossed it for the window.
Rufus leaped into the air and caught it. Odette chased Clara out into the hall beyond her apartment. She stopped at the stares as she realized Clara wouldn’t stop. She wasn’t coming back. They had fought before, but she’d always kept the ring on her finger. Odette’s fingers twisted her own ring in a circle.
When Odette returned, the ring dripped with hellhound saliva onto the parchment. It seemed to amplify the words ‘you’ve been selected’ in a far more sinister way than Odette ever imagined they would. Sinking into her couch, her hellhound collapsed at her feet. She was hunched over her lap with the parchment in one hand, and the engagement ring in the other. Odette fell apart.
For a long time, she hoped Xena would come for her… because at least then she would feel anything other than hollow.
image-placeholderChapter Three:
Xena
The morning came fast and without a massive fight. It even came with fresh coffee in the management break room. Which is a huge deal, as no one ever wants to brew the coffee . As Xena stepped into the break room on the trail of a heavenly cup of coffee, she stopped. Odette stood across from the pot, leaning on the only table in the room. At first, her instinct was to swagger inside and boast that she got the job. Then, she recognized a foreign look on Odette’s face. Red eyed, lacking mascara or even a sliver of her daily maintenance. She nursed a mug of coffee, her forefinger rubbing against her ring finger. A ring finger that was naked.
Xena deflated. Her heart sank. What a bitch. Adding insult to injury, Odette doesn’t get the job then she loses her fiancé. Xena scowled, shuffling around the doorframe. She wanted coffee, especially fresh coffee. But also, who does that? Kick a woman when she’s down? Xena pivoted and slid inside.
"Morning… Nemesis." Xena poked her hands into her pockets and stepped awkwardly toward the pot.
Morning,
Odette exhaled, eyes distant. She raised the cup to her lips and drank slowly.
Never pegged you for a coffee person. Doesn’t have enough lizard tongue or newt toes.
Xena poured herself a mug. Her usual mug hung on the rack, a cat with aviator glasses on. She poured in sugar, her back to Odette. If she wanted to get a crack in, this was the time. Technically they both weren’t on the clock. She could let her have that. She was having a shit day. Xena was merciless on the battlefield, but she wasn’t heartless. Tensed up at the shoulders, she prepared for a spell to smack her in the back. As the seconds ticked by, Xena melted and twisted back around. Nothing? Really?
What? Sorry.
Odette blinked her way back to life. As her eyes landed on Xena, they didn’t change from the distant, emotionless stare. Xena flinched inwardly as she hid behind her coffee cup. Sipping loudly, Xena analyzed her features. Usually, Odette filled out her blouses and skirts like a born professional. Today she seemed to drown in her own skin, let alone her stiff clothing. No charms or enchantments, or even fairy dust around her. Odette seemed smaller today. Xena cocked a brow.
I won’t add insult to injury.
Xena tapped her fingers against the mug. She sighed as she lowered her mug.
Good, that’s beneath someone of your station and way beneath someone of mine.
Odette glared, finally life returned to the pearlescent blue eyes of hers.
Oh? You think you’re still above me?
Xena set her cup down.
Well I am your boss now.
Odette shrugged, sipping her coffee softly. Then she grimaced and set it down. No, you’re right, the coffee is gross, but I needed something to jumpstart me.
Xena froze. Wait just one second. Xena blinked rapidly before she stepped forward, putting a finger in Odette’s face.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up. I think your girl hit you on the head on her way out, because I’m the one who got the job.
Xena poked Odette firmly on the nose and shoved her into the table. Odette sputtered as she swatted Xena’s hand out of her face.
Real mature, and you’re about to take a sensitivity training for that comment too, you barbarian.
Odette poked her forefinger into the center of Xena’s collarbone.
"I need Sensitivity training? Me? You just called me a barbarian!" Xena shoved Odette back. Her heart raced, blood pumping her veins full of excitement and adrenaline. Finally, a fight! Xena wished she still had access to her weapon but her broadsword sat cold in her work locker. Odette wasn’t equipped with anything either. A good old hand to hand fight then? Xena smirked. You really want to duke it out?
"Why on earth would I duke it out with you. I got the job!" Odette pulled the parchment out from off the table.
Xena’s blood ran cold. She stared at an exact replica of the parchment that she received last night.
Real cute, cut the charms, That’s a fake! Because I have the real one!
Xena pulled out the parchment from her back pocket and shoved it in Odette’s face. Both blinked widely as they examined the other’s acceptance letter. Their eyes met sharply for a moment and stayed glued to each other. The other’s letter gripped tightly in their hands. Then Odette broke into a run across the breakroom. Xena scoffed, Oh, real mature!
Xena barreled after her as they ran across the main floor of Knights&Mage Inc. Odette danced around sleepy coworkers and loitering objects that floated everywhere. Xena bluntly shoved everything out of her way much like a bull in a porcelain shop. Both women hit the elevator at the same time. Blindly slapping for the president’s floor, the doors to the elevator hissed shut. It jutted upward, knocking both of them into each other. Xena slapped Odette's hands. Odette shoved her back. Elbow to elbow, shoulder to shoulder, they pushed back and forth till the elevator dinged. Odette squeezed out first, only a step ahead of Xena. She bounced out of Xena’s grip as Xena lunged for her multiple times. They both came to a sputtering stop in front of Ash’s new chambers.
Ash stood in the middle of a small crowd of shareholders, the CEO, and other board members. All of them stared at the two panting women in the wide-open glass doorway. The assistant, Grecia Monroe, a water nymph, who looked on the brink of tears, burst across the room toward them. Grecia shut the glass doors behind her as everyone stared at Xena and Odette in shock and awe. But Odette and Xena glared at Grecia.
Grecia had all her hair pulled up into a slick ponytail. Her face and clothing dripped as her pointed ears flapped in the air beside them. Gills opened along her throat as Grecia gasped for air. Finally, she started a hushed tirade. How dare both of you come barging in here! How do you think this looks to the shareholders? This is such a-
Grecia shut up before you dry up.
Xena snatched the files out of Grecia’s hands.
Xena, sensitivity training. Today!
Odette snapped.
You’re not my boss!
Xena returned the snap.
Yes I am.
Odette snatched the files from Xena and shoved them back into the assistant’s hands. Grecia, please, set her straight.
Ha! No one has ever been able to make me straight,
Xena snorted with a wide smirk. Odette smacked her bicep with all her strength. Ow! Worker’s comp.
Shut. Up. Both of you!
Grecia smacked them both with separate files. What are you both yammering on about? This is a very important meeting.
This.
Odette shoved Xena’s parchment into Grecia’s hands. Xena did the same with Odette’s papers. Grecia looked over both, murmuring to herself as she read. Her face, already a seafoam green, paled to a white foam as her eyes darted from paper to paper. Her mouth hung open as she rubbed over both papers. Both were true. Both were signed by Ash. Both accepted the job.
See.
Xena tapped her right foot against the floor with impatience.
This is impossible. The system only sends out the acceptance letter to whoever Ash approved for the job. It’s automatic. Unless.
Grecia pivoted to stare into the office full of people behind her. All of them talking over champagne. They had lost interest in the two women at the door and had instead turned it to Ash and the CEO. Their muffled words were lost in the crowd of others who each spoke. The glass muddled all their words. Grecia sighed loudly. Pivoting back to Xena and Odette, she growled, Look, it doesn’t matter. Congrats, you both got the job. If the system both sent you acceptance letters, then you’re both in the system as Vice presidents. Just figure it out yourselves.
What!
Xena and Odette chimed in unison.
You’re both vice presidents now.
Grecia ground her teeth as she slapped the acceptance letters into both their hands.
Let us just talk to Ash, this must have been a mistake.
Odette staggered forward.
Can not, Ash is going on her world wide tour with the CEO to see the other buildings and contracts. She will not be in office. So, it’s actually going to work out better that there’s two of you. Just divide the work evenly and don’t kill each other, unless you want to- actually that will make my work easier. Doesn’t matter either way. When Ash gets back we can see if she wants to demote one of you. Text me if you have any questions about the job, but do not have any stupid questions, got it?
Odette and Xena stood dumbfounded and in shock as Grecia handed both of them a moist business card. Then, with a slap of her moist hair, she wheeled around on her heels and