Home

After the negotiations concluded, Brizian soldiers gathered in front of the massive gate that led to the city of Iztil. They anxiously awaited Prince Cedric's address, eager to hear the outcome of the talks between the commanders of both armies. Though bred for battle, these soldiers would prefer a different path given the choice.

Standing under the mid-morning sun, they spotted a figure making his way across the wall. Even from a distance, his towering presence was unmistakable as he positioned himself to address the army.

"Soldiers of the glorious Brizian Kingdom, I stand before you today to announce that we have reached an agreement with the Capat Divine kingdom. This agreement brings an end to all hostilities, ensuring prosperity for you with money in your pockets and food in your bellies."

Tu Tu Tu Tu Tu TuTuTuTu!!! The resounding sound echoed through the air as the soldiers emphatically struck their shields with their heavy fists.

With a mere wave of Cedric's hand, the clamor ceased.

"Now, let us return to our homes, heads held high, and show those Tzorian bastards who mistake us for weaklings that we are warriors who will not hesitate to step on their necks to protect our kingdom!"

Yeeaaahhhh!!!

The thunderous cheers reverberated through the air, stirring the curiosity of the citizens of Iztil who peered out from their homes, attempting to avoid unnecessary trouble associated with crossing paths with the formidable Brizian army.

Three days later, Prince Cedric arrived at his estate, accompanied by Lucius and his guards. As he stepped through the massive double doors, a tense silence filled the air. His wives and children stood before him, dressed in their elegant attire, as if preparing for a grand royal ball.

Isabella, maintained a regal composure as she greeted him with a polite nod. Anastasia, Barrett's mother, radiated warmth and genuine affection, her eyes sparkling with love for her son and joy that her husband has come back. Lady Genevieve, stood with a composed elegance, with her demeanor exuding an air of mystery.

And then there was Victoria.

She appeared distant, her gaze fixed on some invisible point beyond Cedric. She barely acknowledged his presence, her frosty demeanor contrasting sharply with the warmth of the others. Unseen by anyone else, a flicker of resentment passed through her eyes, betraying her true feelings.

As Cedric's eyes scanned his wives, he couldn't help but notice the subtle tension in the air. It seemed as if an invisible barrier separated them, isolating Victoria from the rest of the household. Although he couldn't discern the exact cause of her animosity, he could feel its weight on her shoulders.

"Welcome home, Cedric," Anastasia said, her voice filled with genuine emotion. She took a step forward, offering him a small smile that conveyed both relief and concern.

Cedric returned the smile, appreciating the genuine warmth of his son's mother.

He then nodded at his wives. "Thank you all," he replied, his voice tinged with a mix of gratitude and uncertainty. "I am grateful for your presence and support."

Sensing the tension, Barrett clung tightly to Anastasia's embrace, his innocent eyes darting from face to face. He couldn't comprehend the complexities that strained their household, but he could feel the underlying discord.

As Cedric began to walk further into the estate, he motioned for Lucius to follow him. Lucius, perceptive as always, observed the strained dynamics within the family but remained silent, awaiting his prince's lead.

Lucius followed Prince Cedric as they made their way to his office, a place of quiet contemplation and strategic planning. Once inside, Cedric took a seat behind his ornate desk, the weight of responsibility etched on his face.

"Lucius," Cedric began, his voice filled with determination, "I must visit the king. We need to discuss important matters concerning our kingdom's future."

Curiosity sparked in Lucius' eyes as he took a seat across from Cedric. "What weighs so heavily on your mind, my prince?" he inquired, his tone respectful yet eager for answers.

Cedric leaned forward, his gaze intense. "The Capatians won't take this defeat lying down," he explained. "I fear they will seek revenge and attempt to reclaim their reputation. We must be prepared."

Lucius nodded in understanding. "I see," he replied. "And how do you plan to address this?"

Cedric took a deep breath, his resolve firm. "We need a standing army, Lucius," he declared. "No less than 20,000 well-trained men who can protect our borders and ensure our kingdom's security. I will seek the king's permission for this endeavor."

Lucius' eyes widened at the magnitude of the request. "Such a force would greatly strengthen our defenses," he acknowledged. "But why the urgency?"

Cedric's voice grew somber. "The Capatians have allies, and one such ally is the kingdom of Tzoria," he revealed. "We need to fortify our eastern borders to prevent any potential attacks. I fear that if we are not proactive, the Tzorians will take advantage of the situation."

Understanding the gravity of the situation, Lucius nodded in agreement. "I will ensure that our eastern borders receive the attention they require," he assured Cedric. "And as for strengthening our relationship with the Principality of Khrethis, I will make the necessary arrangements."

Cedric offered a grateful smile. "Thank you, Lucius. I have a feeling we will need the support of Khrethis more than ever in the days to come."

With their plans outlined, Cedric and Lucius concluded their discussion, both understanding the weight of the decisions that lay ahead. Cedric knew he had to present his case to his father, King Vitra, and seek his approval and guidance.

Mounted on his majestic wyvern, Cedric soared through the skies toward the royal capital. Once there, he was granted an audience with the King.

"Your Majesty, I stand before you today to recount the events that transpired during the war and the settlement we have reached with the Capatians. Through our efforts, we emerged victorious, securing a favorable outcome. As a result, we have not incurred any financial costs. Our kingdom stands strong and resilient."

"However, even as we celebrate this triumph, I cannot help but feel a sense of urgency. The Capatians, with their allies, the Tzorians, pose a potential threat to our borders. We must be prepared, father. We need a standing army at the southern border, no less than 20,000 strong, to protect our lands, our people, and our sovereignty. The reinforcement of our borders is vital to mitigate any potential attacks and ensure the safety of our kingdom."

"Furthermore, I believe we must strengthen our relationship with the Principality of Khrethis. In these uncertain times, alliances hold great significance. Khrethis has proven itself to be a valuable ally, and I believe we will need their support more than ever,"

"I come to you, Father, seeking your wisdom, guidance, and approval. Our kingdom stands at a pivotal moment, where our decisions and actions will shape the future of our realm. I trust in your wisdom to weigh these matters carefully and provide your counsel."

King Vitra listened attentively, his expression thoughtful. After a moment of silence, he spoke, "While your concern is indeed warranted my child, these are not decisions that can be made unilaterally, you must understand I have to speak with my advisors but I do see the need to strengthen our relationship with Khrethis, and thank you for your report Cedric, and for your valiant display in battle you may receive 200 million Aurums to do with as you see fit, You are dismissed."

"Thank you, Good day Your Majesty."