Closest conquered town to the battle line; 5 miles outside the capital—Simeona
Brutus rolled a cup of silver in his hand, staring intently at the strategy map laid on the table in front of him. Closing his eyes, he breathed in, just as the doors swung open and a man in black armour strolled in, kneeling in front of the throne, muttering, “My Lord.”
Brutus opened his eyes calmly, waiting. The man rose and passed Brutus a scroll. “General Iscar wants to know your next course of action,” he supplied.
“Isn’t that your job?”
“Yes, well, but he specifically—”
Brutus rose from his throne, sending a spark of fear through the man’s body. Suddenly, a woman’s voice rang out: “Asked for my uncle’s opinion?”
The man knelt again, this time muttering, “Princess Amaria.”
She leaned against her uncle’s raised throne, a silver band encircling her platinum-blond hair, scowling. “To you, it’s, Your Highness.”
The man rose, and replied with a touch of mock, “But of course.”
The princess scowled again, her silky white tunic and silver chain mail swaying as she slipped the unread scroll from her uncle’s hands and spoke aloud:
“My Lord, victory will soon be yours! The ‘king’ has been captured, and at your word, we will gladly execute him in front of his desperate people. Any resistance has or will be crushed. I only ask for your final word in this matter, as your nation expands, and My Lord grows ever more powerful. I assure you that by dawn tomorrow the Crown of Simeon will be yours! Long live Jarma!”
Amaria snorted. “He’s so full of himself.”
She ripped the note in twos, making the man wince. Brutus stepped down from his throne, up to the strategy map, all eyes on his next move. Amaria waited for the man’s punishment, but Brutus smiled at them with some-what satisfaction. He then spun around and simultaneously threw his dagger at the map, right where the territory of Simeona lay.
“Not tomorrow, but tonight!” He muttered. The king then spun on his heels to face the man, his eyes shifting towards his battle gear, with a sword and spear crossed with a shield covering the intersection. Focusing back on the man, what he said next would change the nation and the king’s future forever.
“Make sure you send them…”
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