Honoria Learns the Truth

The day had finally come. Over a month had gone by since Berengar had begun preparations for his invasion of meso-America. At the moment, he was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, where his wives dried off his soaked body with various towels. The young emperor dipped his fingers into the greasy pomade and slicked back his hair into the elegant style he had become known for over the years.

After taking his time perfectly styling his golden locks, he reached into a nearby drawer and fetched an eyepatch. This brown leather eyepatch contained an iron cross embedded within its center. A symbol of authority and bravery in the act of war. It was one of the many designs Berengar kept to conceal his hideous wound.