Aric stood in the middle of the study, the afternoon sun like a spotlight on the wooden floorboards. The prince's gaze was fixated on maps that sprawled across the desk in front of him as he contemplated deeply. It had been three days since the council meeting, and he had said he would give them targets.
Aric had for a while battled with the practicality of his decision. Currently, his plan was to lead Byzeth to attack other kingdoms in a show of ferocity to the Northrenders. Although, like he had told them, this would indeed increase the Northrenders' relationship with the kingdom, however it wouldalso leave Byzeth's forces scattered.
While the kingdom spread its forces for small battles, Aric would use this opportunity to launch a full attack on the stretch of Miredis—not just physically, but tactically as well—assassinations, bribes, and changes of position. He would increase his influence in Miredis to the extent that it depended on his word to function.
