"Withurhart has captured a part of Hudinbel, we can't act as if we're out of touch." A deep baritone voice echoes inside the room, emphasizing the words he said.
The man's stiff and buffed figure is towering the twelve people seated around the round table, the huge scar on his left cheek is proud, with his receding hairline and white hair, caused by old age and probably stress from the people in front of him. His ironed straight white uniform fitted for his build, with a lot of military medals signifying his countless contributions for the Kingdom is hanging proudly in his right chess.
The man is screaming power and an overwhelming amount of zhul, even the King who stands proud with its crown weighing in his head is being overshadowed. Upon hearing what the man said, they remain indifferent, as if they heard nothing.
"So what? Seilephim is Kingdoms far from Withurhart, we aren't part of their mess. We probably should be thinking about the upcoming ball right now but a dog is barking and hungry for blood again." The man on the left side scoffed, he let out an annoying laugh, stroking his beard using his hand full of flaunting golds and diamonds. The clown's laughter filled the room.
The scarred man's fist hardened as he smashed the wooden table, a crack formed– making the other fools clear their throats and sit properly. Even though they're used to it happening every assembly, they are still scared.
"For now. We don't know when the Kingdom will decide to go for our land after." The man firmly said while clenching his jaw.
The King doesn't seem to care about the scarred man's concern and seems to have another plan.
"I have received a letter from Withurhart, they want to negotiate." The scarred man's brows furrowed when he heard what the King said, This fool he said inside his head.
There are rumors among the nobles that there's a confidential letter that reached the King for a suspected marriage proposal from an anonymous noble from another country. He thought it was just a normal marriage proposal, he never thought it was from Withurhart– the Kingdom that has been wrecking havoc, waging wars among different countries.
"Negotiate about?" The other member in the assembly asked, the King looked at them.
"It's a marriage proposal, they want an official tie between the Royal family Seilephim and Withurhart." The announcement caused a discussion, the nobles are delighted, this made the King smirk; on the other hand, the scarred man's brows are almost touching each other.
"Amidst war? Pardon me Your Highness, do you even know what this means?" He raised his voice full of authority.
"It's a marriage proposal between the royal family, what does that have to do with their business with another country?"
"Indeed, stop making everything complicated!"
"This is a chance for our Kingdom to climb up the ladder!"
The ignorant nobles questioned, too blinded by the benefits of the shady opportunity that was handed to them.
"This is a matter that's to be decided within the noble family. Head Commander Logan, know your place and be the good dog that you are supposed to." said the King, he stands up from the highest chair among all.
"Meeting adjourned."
Fearing the consequences of that arrogant fool's choices, Logan mutters a series of curses before storming out of the room.
Seilephim is a country where the rich get richer and the poor sink deeper into poverty. Mass slavery, injustice, abuse of power, and countless atrocities that would take him a lifetime to list. His beloved kingdom has suffered enough, they can't afford to go into a war they can't win.
"Xen..."
"Nauxen!" A man shouted when he entered the steaming hot workshop, a loud pounding of a metal hammer, burning coals, and smoke that obstruct his view welcomed him, he can see nothing except the bright embers because of it.
"Aww!" A walking stick struck Nauxen in the back, causing her to hiss.