I just received news from my brother that the war was over and his plan failed. Francis showed up out of nowhere and messed up the whole plan. Thanks to him, the emperor survived from the poisoned arrow.
The condition was getting worse as Olivia also appeared at the border and the emperor wanted her to treat his wound. She said that the emperor was under the influence of poisson's effect.
I was so shocked when I received the news. Only two months ago I sent my proud son, Roosevelt, to the battlefield with the hope everything would end well. Yet, what I got was something different. My brother's plans all failed and we were cornered once again.
How? Why? Why did such a perfect plan fail at the last second, right in front of our eyes? My chest felt suffocated, as if something was squeezing my heart with full strength.
