179 Backstabbed

Arthraku Nation,

 Founder Arista woke in the morning with a white sheet around her body and a small, slender dress on her body. She looked over at Oclen's father, Garan, and rubbed his back. She could feel his rage simmering in his eyes, it was like some part of him was just destroyed.

"Where did you go last night?" Founder Arista blushed and gently kissed him on the cheek. "I thought I had to work hard on getting an alliance. Isn't that why you made me kiss you all night?"

"It's my son, Oclen. I tried to do so many things to motivate him. I even left his mom because I thought it be best for him to see her suffer to become a strong leader. To hate me. However, I was wrong. He apparently has already lost three subordinates. It's a shame, but I think it's time he dies."