King Abigor the Great was losing his patience. They had been at war way too long, and the stalemate they were on didn't benefit anyone. Why didn't Zimarin accept a truce? How did the people of the Duchy accept an endless war? As if that wasn't enough, even his closest allies weren't cooperating.
He slammed his throne with open fists (ow, that hurt, why is this throne so pointy?!). His patience was at it's limit. He wouldn't allow it anymore. No more mercy for war heroes.
"Bring me Commander Smynth, now!" he almost screamed, and the guard scrambled in search of him.
Commander Smynth, a short, very non distinctive man with brown hair that was starting to gray, entered the room ten minutes later. He scrambled to the throne and made an awkward reverence.
"My lord, you called for me?" he said, his voice nasal "what do you need? I'm at your service!"
"Bring me the daughters of Duke Wulfgar Reid Largenfarten, as fast as possible" he said, his tone firm "We need them to turn the tide of the war"
"M-my king, if I may, this will be very unpopular with your council of dukes" Smynth said, voice trembling "It may even incite a rebellion and…"
"DO NOT QUESTION ME!" screamed the king "This war will not be won by favors to our heroes. We need as much firepower as we can get, and those girls can be that"
"Y-yes, King Abigor. It will be d-done" said Smynth, and left quickly after a quick bow.
As he walked out of the castle, the commander changed his posture and demeanor.
"That stupid King" Smynth thought, venomously "he doesn't even know what he's getting into. Yet… there is opportunity here, for sure…"