The sun dipped low, casting a warm golden hue across the marble floors of Emperor Alberto's office. The walls, adorned with tapestries depicting the empire's conquests, echoed with the soft rustle of parchment as Elizabeth meticulously organized the documents strewn across the grand oak desk.
"*Tick-tock, tick-tock,*"
The clock on the wall seemed to mock her as time slipped away, and she couldn't shake the nervous flutter in her chest. The diplomats from Britannia Kingdom were come tomorrow, and she had orchestrated every detail of their arrival.
"Elizabeth," Alberto called, his voice steady yet tinged with the weight of responsibility. He stood by the window, his silhouette framed against the fiery sky. "Are the accommodations ready for our guests?"
"Yes, Your Excellency,"
Elizabeth replied, straightening her back. "The delegates will be staying at the Imperial guest palace. I ensured that the best rooms are reserved for them." She took a breath, summoning the courage to continue.
"Additionally, the Police force have been briefed on their protection protocols. It's all under control."
As Elizabeth continued to speak, her words flowed like a gentle brook, each sentence carefully crafted to convey the precise information Alberto needed to know. Her slender, athletic build seemed to vibrate with energy, as if she were a coiled spring ready to snap into action at a moment's notice.
Alberto turned, a faint smile breaking through his stoic demeanor. "I knew I could count on you." His eyes held a flicker of gratitude, which sent a jolt of warmth through Elizabeth's chest.
"Mmm," Alberto considered her words, his brow furrowing in thought. "And what about the cultural aspects? We should present our empire as a land of progress and prosperity. We can't let them see any weaknesses."
"Of course," Elizabeth said, her voice unwavering. "I've arranged a tour of the city for them. They'll meet key figures in our community, and I've prepared a presentation showcasing our technological advancements."
"Hmm, that should impress them,"
He replied, a glimmer of pride evident in his eyes. "You think of everything. I can never thank you enough for your hard work."
As he spoke, Elizabeth felt a rush of conflicting emotions. His praise felt like a warm embrace, yet it also reminded her of the chasm between them. "Well, it's my duty to ensure you succeed," she murmured, lowering her gaze to hide her longing.
"Chirp, chirp," a bird outside the window interrupted the moment, its cheerful song pulling them back to reality. "We'll need to finalize the agenda for their visit. I trust you've drafted everything?"
"Yes," Elizabeth replied, her voice steady. "I've outlined each meeting, including the welcome banquet tomorrow evening. I thought it best to showcase our finest dishes and entertain them with local music."
"Good thinking," he said, his smile returning.
"Our hospitality will leave a lasting impression. Also, What's the latest intel from our spies regarding the Britannians?"
She shuffled through the carefully arranged reports, her hands momentarily trembling as she met his gaze.
"Cough The military strength of Britannia has seen some recent enhancements," she began, her voice steadying. "They've increased their naval fleet."
Elizabeth handed Alberto a thick folder filled with documents and reports. "Here is the latest intelligence report from our spies in Britannia Kingdom, Your Excellency," she said.
Alberto took the folder and began to flip through its contents, his eyes scanning the pages with interest.
"Ah, excellent," he murmured.
Elizabeth leaned forward, her eyes shining with excitement. "Our spies have managed to infiltrate the highest levels of the Britannia Kingdom's government, Your Excellency. We have reports on their military strength, their economic situation, and even their internal politics."
Alberto's eyes widened as he read through the reports. "This is incredible," he breathed. "We have detailed information on their naval fleet, their army's strength and composition, and even their magical capabilities. Wow They have a total strength of around 250,000 soldiers."
Alberto's eyebrows shot up. "Mages? What they have magic corps? We only have just dozens of mage"
Elizabeth nodded. "Yes, Your Excellency. The kingdom has a strong tradition of magic, with four schools of magic: pyromancy, cryomancy, electromancy, and chronomancy. They also have a powerful navy, Total strength of around 150,000 sailors, and naval mages, with a further 200,000 in reserved and over 500 ships and more than 1200 small ships and a significant magical component."
Alberto's eyes widened as he read through the report. "This is impressive. They're a force to be reckoned with, that's for sure....Hmm.. Now let's see their economic conditions "
Alberto's eyes scanned the detailed breakdown of Britannia Kingdom's revenue streams, his mind whirring with calculations and strategic thinking. He nodded to himself as he absorbed the information
"Ah, I see," he murmured, his voice low and thoughtful. "So, Britannia Kingdom's economy is heavily reliant on maritime trade, fishing, and pearl harvesting. And they have a significant revenue stream from magical resources, shipbuilding, and tourism. An-d...Ah! Total Revenue 10,000,000 Gold Coins (GC) per annum. They are rich. Elizabeth, how much it in our currency"
Elizabeth calculated it in a few moments.
"It's $13 billion, Your Excellency" As she spoke, Elizabeth couldn't help but steal a glance at Alberto, her heart racing with excitement at the sight of his strong jawline and piercing blue eyes. She quickly looked away, afraid of being discovered, but not before she caught a glimpse of the small, well-groomed beard that accentuated his sharp features.
Alberto leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with interest. "I see. And what about their nobles? Who are the key players?"
Elizabeth smiled. "Ah, that's where it gets interesting, Your Excellency. There are a total of four Dukedoms within the Kingdom of Britannia. There are also seven Marquessates, 34 Earldoms, 115 Viscountcies and over four hundred Baronies. But the Queen's most trusted and Powerful noble among them were Duke Barco, who rules the Iron Isles and is known for his military prowess. Marquis Nile governs the Azure Isles and possesses a cunning political mind . Countess Milana, who rules the Emerald Coast and Count Sam. They are queen most trusted noble" She paused, letting the weight of the next piece of information sink in. "However, whispers suggest internal strife. The Queen's attempts to centralize power are being met with resistance from the nobles. Some even whisper of a potential coup, perhaps even civil war."
Alberto's eyes gleamed with interest. "Ah, this is excellent. This could be the opportunity we've been waiting for. If we can play our cards right, we could potentially gain a significant advantage over the Britannia Kingdom."
Alberto turned to a page filled with diagrams and schematics. "And what's this? Plans for a new magical shipyard? This could be a game-changer for their navy."
Elizabeth nodded. "Yes, Your Excellency. Our spies believe that the Britannia Kingdom is planning to expand its naval capabilities significantly in the coming years. They're investing heavily in magical research and development, and they're looking to establish themselves as a major power in the region."
A predatory light entered Alberto's eyes. "Intriguing. This internal struggle presents an opportunity. Elizabeth, focus your efforts on acquiring the plans for their new magical shipyard. It could be a game-changer. Speak to Zero; Our Intelligence chief."
Elizabeth nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Yes, Your Excellency. But I have to warn you" Elizabeth cautioned, a thrill running through her at the trust he placed in her. "This won't be easy. The Britannia Kingdom is known to be very protective of its secrets."
Alberto's expression turned cold and calculating. "I'm willing to take that risk, Elizabeth. I want those plans, no matter what it takes."
Elizabeth took a step closer to the desk, her pulse racing "I understand, Your Excellency."
The clock on the wall chimed, a reminder of the passing hours. Alberto's eyes flickered to the timepiece, then back to Elizabeth.
As she turned to leave, she could feel his gaze on her back, heavy with expectation. It was a weight she bore gladly, she had work hard proving her worth, and become his most trusted person.
But in the quiet of her own heart, a single, dangerous question lingered: would she ever be more than just a subordinate?
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Port Java
One of the largest and most important port in Britannia Kingdom, was a bustling hub of maritime activity. Located on the coast of one of the kingdom's largest islands, the port was a natural harbor, sheltered from the open sea by a series of rocky outcroppings and coral reefs. The city of Port Java is home to a diverse population of approximately 250,000 inhabitants. The population is a vibrant mix of merchants, sailors, artisans, and traders from all over the world.
The port's entrance was narrow, but once inside, the harbor opened up into a large, tranquil basin, surrounded by a series of wharves and warehouses.
The port was a marvel of medieval engineering, with a series of fortifications that protected it from attack. The walls that surrounded the port were high and thick, made of rough-hewn stone and topped with crenellations and towers. The towers were manned by the kingdom's military, who kept a watchful eye on the sea and the surrounding countryside.
Inside the port, the atmosphere was one of bustling activity. Ships of all sizes and types were moored at the wharves, their crews busy loading and unloading cargo. The sound of hammers ringing against metal, the creaking of wooden hulls, and the shouts of sailors and merchants filled the air. The smell of saltwater, tar, and exotic spices wafted through the air, mingling with the smell of freshly baked bread and roasting meats from the port's many taverns and inns.
Despite the chaos and activity, the port was well-organized and efficiently run. The kingdom's officials and administrators oversaw the port's operations, ensuring that trade and commerce flowed smoothly and that the kingdom's taxes were collected. The port was also home to a large and thriving community of merchants, sailors, and artisans, who lived and worked in the port's many houses and workshops.
At the heart of the port was the grand, stone-built customs house, where the kingdom's officials collected taxes and tariffs on the goods that passed through the port. The customs house was a symbol of the kingdom's power and authority, and it was here that the kingdom's merchants and traders came to conduct their business.
Port Java was a thriving and vibrant place, a testament to the kingdom's maritime power and its importance as a center of trade and commerce. It was a place of energy and activity, where people from all over the world came to buy and sell goods, and where the kingdom's merchants and sailors made their fortunes.
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The wagons, adorned with the emblem of the Emerald Coast, made their way towards the city of Java, accompanied by a contingent of knights. The sound of horse hooves and the creaking of wooden wheels filled the air as they approached the city gates. Countess Milana's convoy
Countess Milana is a close confidante of the queen. The countess is often called upon to provide counsel to the queen and to host important diplomatic events at her palace.
As a single woman, Countess Milana is often the subject of speculation and gossip among the nobility of the Britannia Kingdom. However, she remains focused on her duties as a ruler, and is not yet ready to consider marriage or romantic entanglements.
Despite her close relationship with the queen, Countess Milana is a strong-willed and independent individual, unafraid to speak her mind and stand up for what she believes in.
Her parents, the previous Count and Countess of the Emerald Coast, were kind and just rulers, loved by their people. From a young age, Milana was fascinated by the stories of her parents' diplomatic exploits, and she would often sit at their feet, listening for hours as they regaled her with tales of statecraft and intrigue. But When Milana was just 12 years old, tragedy struck. Her parents were killed in a tragic accident at sea, leaving her and her siblings orphaned. The Emerald Coast was plunged into mourning, and Milana's older siblings, who were next in line for the throne, wanted to take on the responsibilities of ruling the territory.
However, Milana's siblings proved to be ineffective rulers, more interested in their own power struggles than in the welfare of their people. The Emerald Coast began to suffer, and the people began to lose faith in their leaders. Seeing the suffering of her people, Milana knew she had to act. She began to secretly gather a group of trusted advisors and allies, and together, they worked to undermine her siblings' power and restore the Emerald Coast to its former glory.
The queen of the Britannia Kingdom, saw the potential in the Milana. The queen sent a group of her most trusted advisors to the Emerald Coast, who helped Milana to overthrow her siblings and take the throne for herself.
At the age of 20, Milana was crowned the new Countess of the Emerald Coast. She was determined to restore her territory to its former glory, and she worked tirelessly to rebuild and strengthen her people. Countess Milana is currently 28 years old. She has been ruling the Emerald Coast for 8 years, since she was 20 years old.
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Countess Milana sat comfortably inside the most luxurious wagon, surrounded by plush velvet curtains and soft cushions. Her maid, a quiet and efficient woman named Sophia, attended to her needs, ensuring that she was comfortable and relaxed during the journey.
As the wagon approached the city gates, Countess Milana peered out of the window, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling city. She is excited to arrive at their destination, eager to begin their mission and learn more about the Empire's culture and innovations.