"Both of you shall fight each other until death. The winner wins the war."
Sylvester's words fell like a deadly sword over their fates. The two kings looked at each other's faces with a hint of fright, which they suppressed with a little pride. The two men weren't in their prime, and fighting was out of the question for them.
King Elmond of Sorland shook his head, "Your Holiness… We respect you dearly. But you are breaking the law that you wrote yourself. We, as independent kingdoms, have the right to settle our own dispute—"
Sylvester raised his palm and silenced the man. He looked at King Hathem, who used to be an Archbishop. "Tell me, Hathem, what happens when multiple Clergymen are killed because of a noble person's actions? What is the law that shall be imposed in this situation?"
King Hathem frowned, knowing very well what the answer was. However, he couldn't bring himself to say it, as he, too, was to be punished accordingly.
