(Azaria 'Ziya' Point of View)
As we continued to eat, I took a deep breath and began my tale, trying to remain as composed as possible. "What do you know of the eastern lands?" I asked, setting my fork down and meeting Khalessi's eyes.
"I know that it is called Arcanthia and was once ruled by the Werewolf's Royal bloodline. I know of the old stories of how all the kingdoms were connected or something, but not fully. Most of the knowledge on the old Kingdoms was destroyed long ago. I know that it's now a territory of factions rooted in chaos. I have been in contact with the largest coalition of packs; they want to sign a treaty with me and use that to convince the other packs of the nation to join them."
I scoffed at hearing that, the idea of those packs uniting under a single rule seemed laughable. Khalessi peered at me from around her wine glass, curiosity evident in her gaze.
