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The outline of the white city, which was commonly known as Origo Aurea, was looking as beautiful, yet untouchable as ever. If you just looked at the city, that was so high in the mountains, you could not see, that there was a threat to it. Everything looked perfect, happy and beautiful. It looked so nice, until you saw the mountains base. Around it, everywhere, black tents stood. Bonfires and campfires burned and their smoke clouded the skies, even though they never reached high enough to touch the city of Origo Aurea. A thick black clouded sky protected the camps from the cities vision and vice-versa. 


A little farther away from the mountain, the bigger tents and even small forts started. This was where the higher commands and nobles resided, not the common soldiers. One fort however was bigger than all of them. It was the black kings one, who, if everything went according to plan, would soon be the worlds king and ruler. The king usually was on his throne in the main room of the fort, where the nobles and tacticians could approach him. His advisor usually was by his side as well.

The morning was a little wet, it had rained the night. So when the tent of the general opened up, a little water splashed around. Armored boots stepped out into the wet dirt, its black steel getting a muddy brown. Another pair stepped out behind the first, a little lighter, a more grey color. The latter pair of boots was the standard one of a soldier. The first one however were the unforgettable boots of the black general, Saphira Blackhand. She was walking the dirty grounds towards the kings tent. Behind her was walking Urathar, a commander and a lickspittle of hers. She did not like him, but he appeared to do anything to be in her favor, which she used to her good. Further, it appeared he had a... personal... interest in her.

"The king will be glad to hear it.", Urathar said. "He will. Though i dont expect too much of it. The king of Origo is stubborn, he will not forfeit." "Then why attend the meeting at all, general?" "First off, its not my decision, its the kings. Second, entering the city gives me possibility to remember it. Strategical advantage." Urathar nodded in understanding. It was then that they had reached the tent. "Wait here.", she told him and he nodded.

Saphira entered the kind´s tent, stepping towards him until a few meters before him, she bowed respectfully. "My king. I bring news. The white king has asked for a peaceful meeting to discuss the upcoming war. I suggest accepting." She rose again. "For multiple reasons, yet none of them being peace." She grinned viciously, but her eyes remained cold."I dont expect the king to give up his city, but it is worth a try. Further, it cannot be wrong to meet the opponent. Lastly, if, and i hope i may, I may accompany you, i can get a tactical overview over the city, though of course not openly doing so." She tilted her head. "It is your decision, yet i hope i have proven myself worthy of your trust often enough."



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David Origo the 14th. King of Origo Aurea. Or at the very least, that was the title. To Dave, he was just...Dave. He just happened to be king. But today, he had to wear the title with pride. He strode down the halls of the castle, heading towards the council room. His face stoic, royal robes flowing behind him, staff in hand. He didn't even bother glancing over his shoulder, trusting his men were listening, hanging off of every word he spoke. "I want the peremiter defenses lowered. Do not show them all the artillary this city has to offer. I want less troops in armor, I want the streets cleared, and the lights dimmed. No black citizen is to make it past the wall and into the city. Anyone who lets them in, I will hold personally responsible." He said, stressing the personally part. 


As he reached the council room, he slammed open the doors, heading towards his thrown at the head of the table. "Talk to me, what are we facing?"
 
Iris Schwartzwald the White General was tired in many ways. The news of an upcoming council between the White King and the Black King made her worried and angry. Her men knew she was angry when she punished two young knights, Sir Reinhold and Sir Jackson because of very minor things. And her being angry led to small bouts of melancholia which in turn effected her sleep. She was physically tired too either due to doing some late night weapons training or paperwork when sleep eluded her. Then there was the case of the resident princess doing... Unlady-like things like climbing out windows or sneaking out of her chambers at night.


She was also mentally tired due to having to think of ways to keep the city safe and worries about the discovery of the hidden gates. But as of now, she was alert and waiting in the Council Room. A stack of reports at the ready in case of any questions. And she was sure to post Sir Reinhold and Sir Jackson as the Princess's bodyguards for the day as punishment. Gods know they deserve it. At least Iris thinks so. Her line of thought was interrupted when the King entered the Council Room, looking older then his supposed age due to stress. Iris respectfully bowed as the King walked pass and sat on his throne. Not a moment passed before he began asking for a report.


"My liege, the Black Kingdom forces have set up multiple camps at the foot of the mountain. According to our scouts and spies, the Black King himself has set up camp not too far from here. As expected given his agreement to meet Milord to discuss this... War." 


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Rowan paced back and forth inside her room, pausing every so often to adjust her uncomfortable dress. She bounced up and down on her heels as one of her guards watched her actions closely. The other was placed outside the door, scanning the hall attentively. "You do not have to worry," she says in a gentle voice as she looks to the guard watching her. "I will not be climbing out of the window in a dress. Besides," she sighs, then actually does turn to the closed and locked window, which causes the guard to flinch. "Today is not the day for me to be causing trouble," she adds the last part in a solemn tone. She knew what was happening, of course, everyone did. Rowan was dressed up specifically because it was possible she would have a part in the negotiations. Though she was young, and not a ruler yet, Rowan had a talent for diplomacy, even if she hated playing politician.
 
Sir William Reinhold... a knight of Origo Aurea! He strove for years to have this title, but ended up getting it on accident. Funny, right? But that is a story for another day. Though, at the end of that story he was knighted, also being slightly recognized as the youngest person knighted. That was a year ago. Right now he was quite busy watching over her highness Rowan Origo, daughter of King David Origo the 14th and princess of the White Kingdom. Now, Rowan was no ordinary Princess and was often very troublesome for all the palace guards and even the General, Iris Shwartzwald. Usually, regular guards would be guarding her highness but on this... special occasion Sir Jackson and himself were placed as the Princess's guards for the day. Thanks to a punishment from the general, Iris. Iris seemed to hate him and his peer. Or, that's what he got from it. Though it was probably because she was very stressed... I digress. This general often punished Sir Jackson and himself when she was angry. Even if they did the tiniest thing wrong. 


And Sir Reinhold had all the luck at being placed inside the room. Luck... or lack thereof. William stood by the door, at attention and straight as a plank. If word got to General Iris that he didn't even keep the proper form, if he let himself rest for one second, Iris would no doubt give him further punishment. Despite his worries he managed to keep an eagle eye on the princess, watching every single move the princess made. She seemed to notice his slightly worried expression because she paused her pacing to speak to him, who in turn tried to straighten himself up even more. ..if that was possible. Then he watched the princess turn to the window, which made him accidentally and visibly flinch. Even so, he gave a small nod, understanding the Princess solemn tone. It was a tense day for almost everyone. Though he was relieved when the Princess said she would not be causing trouble. 


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[SIZE= 26px]Alister silently emerged from his tent and headed out to meet the general. As he walked soldiers began to whisper around him though he kept his gaze firm and straight. [/SIZE]"the Shadow Looms" [SIZE= 26px]Many of the soldiers repeated as he passed by. "Ma"ma when shall the meeting commence?" he said confidently while saluting. Being the best in her battalion he had to keep his image sharp. he gave her a confidante look that said[/SIZE] you know your going to need me, your best, along.[SIZE= 26px] he turned back to the mountain and stared at its structure. [/SIZE]this is going to be tough but don't worry love I will return.[SIZE= 26px] he thought about Evelyn.[/SIZE]


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Dave flopped down on his throne, rubbing the bridge of his nose in aggravation. "So I have heard...and I suppose I will have to go meet him..." He looked up at the table, a map of the kingdom and the surrounding areas splayed across it, little figures representing key points. The castle, the wall, hidden entrances. And of coarse, chess peices outside the wall. Little black pawns, surrounding a tall black king. "Couldn't have been the youngest. Or better yet, the middle child, that would've been great. But nope, the only child. Oh, what would father do." He questioned himself, thinking of the old king before standing to his full hieght, banging his staff twice on the ground. "Right. Pull our forces away from where they enter, and set up a tent on the wall. They are not allowed past the wall, and are not allowed to see past either. And have my daughter brought here. She's a rising queen, she should be involved."


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[SIZE= 12px]The king had woken up in the middle of the night, the sound of rain pattering on the roof of his tent. Well, calling it a  tent was an understatement. He had made sure his residing were more sturdy and befitting a king than a miserable tent. You didn't always need to forfeit comfort in war, especially when you thrived in it either way, feather bed or not. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]The camp had been quiet, fires from the few who stayed up dying down thanks to the rain, embers glowing in the ashes before slowly going out. Argon didn't go outside on one of his usual excursions. He needed sleep even though it slipped his grasp in the night. He laid back down, the room so black it seemed he was gazing into nothingness. He allowed his mind the luxury to draw images of better times, of a certain Queen who actually made his heart race as if he was a silly teenager all over again. He was alone in a kingdom full of people due to her absence, left with a weak, scrawny heir. He had plans for that, however.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]Argon finally let his eyes close.[/SIZE]


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[SIZE= 12px]He woke up to the commotion of the camp, bustling soldiers and smells of meat cooking on spits. The weather was perfect for a day such as this. Argon dressed himself, putting on an elaborately designed shirt that was as red as a ruby and gilded with golden thread. His pants were the same, and gold boots adorned his feet. His cloak matched as well, and he fastened it swiftly and grabbed his sword before exiting his chambers and heading towards the throne room, where he saw his general. His general was one of the few people he truly respected and even admired. She was a gilded dagger; nice to look at but still quite dangerous. A nice combination, if you asked the king. Add her wits and she was the most valued person the King had at his disposal. He gave her a warm smile as he entered, his cloak billowing behind him as he moved to the throne and sat, eyeing her. He listened to what she said, running through it in his mind. He almost laughed at the steely glint in her eyes.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]"Those who wish peace know the other opponent has a better hand and is ready to deal. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]"You enjoy chess, no?" The king got off the chair, heading to the middle of the room where he had placed his favorite set of chess. The board was weathered, the pieces nothing more than oak whittled down to resemble certain shapes. They were already in a certain position from an earlier game that had to be dismissed, and he ran his thumb over the mane of the black knight. The piece was in the middle of the action, pieces surrounding it as it was protected from the white's bishop by a pawn. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]"You see, if the bishop takes the knight, I will reclaim the bishop with my pawn. The pieces are of the same worth, but when I move to capture," Argon made the moves as he spoke, the bishop and night being replaced by the smaller piece. "I now have a better position. I will be able to get through the king's defenses, and so the game shall end.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]"You see, the point I am trying to make, is that we should definitely go meet the king. We can see how he is doing, how everything is holding out. Maybe we have to sacrifice some things, but slowly, bit by bit, we will make our position better. We will take them by  surprise that rushes over them like a storm."[/SIZE]


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   Sir Beau Jackson stood along side his fellow soldier, Sir Reinhold. Today was a big day for the kingdom and he couldn't mess up. The Black King were to have a meeting with The White King. It was unknown whether this would go smoothly or not. Previous affairs would show the latter as being more common but the red head knight was just focused on not making a fool of himself in front of royalty and making sure Iris, the general wouldn't yell at him. So the two knights getting the job of protecting the princess was the worst thing that could have happened. Some would consider it an honor, others a punishment, but Beau just saw it as work. He was a knight, a soldier, a warrior. He was to follow orders without question and carry out deeds that he needed to do. His hand fell to his sword handle and he gripped it tight whilst his color changing eyes shimmered a deep maroon. He needed to be ready for whatever could happen. After all, it wasn't just the Kings meeting.
 
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Argon Tallen-The Black King
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[SIZE= 12px]The king had woken up in the middle of the night, the sound of rain pattering on the roof of his tent. Well, calling it a  tent was an understatement. He had made sure his residing were more sturdy and befitting a king than a miserable tent. You didn't always need to forfeit comfort in war, especially when you thrived in it either way, feather bed or not. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]The camp had been quiet, fires from the few who stayed up dying down thanks to the rain, embers glowing in the ashes before slowly going out. Argon didn't go outside on one of his usual excursions. He needed sleep even though it slipped his grasp in the night. He laid back down, the room so black it seemed he was gazing into nothingness. He allowed his mind the luxury to draw images of better times, of a certain Queen who actually made his heart race as if he was a silly teenager all over again. He was alone in a kingdom full of people due to her absence, left with a weak, scrawny heir. He had plans for that, however.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]Argon finally let his eyes close.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]"You enjoy chess, no?" The king got off the chair, heading to the middle of the room where he had placed his favorite set of chess. The board was weathered[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]He woke up to the commotion of the camp, bustling soldiers and smells of meat cooking on spits. The weather was perfect for a day such as this. Argon dressed himself, putting on an elaborately designed shirt that was as red as a ruby and gilded with golden thread. His pants were the same, and gold boots adorned his feet. His cloak matched as well, and he fastened it swiftly and grabbed his sword before exiting his chambers and heading towards the throne room, where he saw his general. His general was one of the few people he truly respected and even admired. She was a gilded dagger; nice to look at but still quite dangerous. A nice combination, if you asked the king. Add her wits and she was the most valued person the King had at his disposal. He gave her a warm smile as he entered, his cloak billowing behind him as he moved to the throne and sat, eyeing her. He listened to what she said, running through it in his mind. He almost laughed at the steely glint in her eyes.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]"Those who wish peace know the other opponent has a better hand and is ready to deal. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]"You enjoy chess, no?" The king got off the chair, heading to the middle of the room where he had placed his favorite set of chess. The board was weathered, the pieces nothing more than oak whittled down to resemble certain shapes. They were already in a certain position from an earlier game that had to be dismissed, and he ran his thumb over the mane of the black knight. The piece was in the middle of the action, pieces surrounding it as it was protected from the white's bishop by a pawn. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]"You see, if the bishop takes the knight, I will reclaim the bishop with my pawn. The pieces are of the same worth, but when I move to capture," Argon made the moves as he spoke, the bishop and night being replaced by the smaller piece. "I now have a better position. I will be able to get through the king's defenses, and so the game shall end.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]"You see, the point I am trying to make, is that we should definitely go meet the king. We can see how he is doing, how everything is holding out. Maybe we have to sacrifice some things, but slowly, bit by bit, we will make our position better. We will take them by  surprise that rushes over them like a storm."[/SIZE]


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[SIZE= 12px]The king had woken up in the middle of the night, the sound of rain pattering on the roof of his tent. Well, calling it a  tent was an understatement. He had made sure his residing were more sturdy and befitting a king than a miserable tent. You didn't always need to forfeit comfort in war, especially when you thrived in it either way, feather bed or not. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]The camp had been quiet, fires from the few who stayed up dying down thanks to the rain, embers glowing in the ashes before slowly going out. Argon didn't go outside on one of his usual excursions. He needed sleep even though it slipped his grasp in the night. He laid back down, the room so black it seemed he was gazing into nothingness. He allowed his mind the luxury to draw images of better times, of a certain Queen who actually made his heart race as if he was a silly teenager all over again. He was alone in a kingdom full of people due to her absence, left with a weak, scrawny heir. He had plans for that, however.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]Argon finally let his eyes close.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]"You enjoy chess, no?" The king got off the chair, heading to the middle of the room where he had placed his favorite set of chess. The board was weathered[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]He woke up to the commotion of the camp, bustling soldiers and smells of meat cooking on spits. The weather was perfect for a day such as this. Argon dressed himself, putting on an elaborately designed shirt that was as red as a ruby and gilded with golden thread. His pants were the same, and gold boots adorned his feet. His cloak matched as well, and he fastened it swiftly and grabbed his sword before exiting his chambers and heading towards the throne room, where he saw his general. His general was one of the few people he truly respected and even admired. She was a gilded dagger; nice to look at but still quite dangerous. A nice combination, if you asked the king. Add her wits and she was the most valued person the King had at his disposal. He gave her a warm smile as he entered, his cloak billowing behind him as he moved to the throne and sat, eyeing her. He listened to what she said, running through it in his mind. He almost laughed at the steely glint in her eyes.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]"Those who wish peace know the other opponent has a better hand and is ready to deal. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]"You enjoy chess, no?" The king got off the chair, heading to the middle of the room where he had placed his favorite set of chess. The board was weathered, the pieces nothing more than oak whittled down to resemble certain shapes. They were already in a certain position from an earlier game that had to be dismissed, and he ran his thumb over the mane of the black knight. The piece was in the middle of the action, pieces surrounding it as it was protected from the white's bishop by a pawn. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]"You see, if the bishop takes the knight, I will reclaim the bishop with my pawn. The pieces are of the same worth, but when I move to capture," Argon made the moves as he spoke, the bishop and night being replaced by the smaller piece. "I now have a better position. I will be able to get through the king's defenses, and so the game shall end.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]"You see, the point I am trying to make, is that we should definitely go meet the king. We can see how he is doing, how everything is holding out. Maybe we have to sacrifice some things, but slowly, bit by bit, we will make our position better. We will take them by  surprise that rushes over them like a storm."[/SIZE]


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Saphira looked at her king, the whole time. Her eyes followed his very movements, as he showed her his example. She smiled, but this time, it was genuine. She was smiling in adoration, as she admired her king over all else. Her adoration was not love or a crush, but he was an idol to her, even more than that. Saphira was loyal to death, to him, her kingdom. Which was the same. He was the kingdom. 


Saphira nodded. "Yes, exactly my thought, milord.", she said and then turned around, facing him with her back. This was in no way respectless, she had done so many times. It was what she always did when she thought, she hated people looking at her face when she was thinking. It distracted her and the king knew that. "The king of Origo is stubborn. He believes that his city cannot be taken. He believes that his defenses are perfect. It will help to see the city, though i dont think they will reveal everything. They know as well as we do, that knowing your opponents forces and places is a big advantage." She turned around, her gaze had gotten hard again, cold, as it usually was. "I suggest you bring the prince. As a future king, he has to learn how to treat an opponent. He has to learn how to make them fear, while keeping the courtsey. Then again, we dont need the courtsey, as we will crush them, but it is up to you to keep them or not. As everything is up to you." 
 
Iris glanced over at the map and the pieces on the Council Room table. She closed her eyes, mind swimming with plans for any possible situation such as a perfectly run meeting, a sudden hostage situation, the Princess attempting of her escape plans (despite her thoughts that the Princess should be well-behaved today) or, Gods forbid, the discovery of the hidden entrances. That last one was always a huge worry for Iris. After her rise to the rank of General, bolstering the number and training of the gate guards was one of her first priorities. It took awhile but she managed to create one of the finest set of guards in the city. But Iris knows, even that may not be enough in the face of this enemy. Her line of thought was interrupted as the King called for a rather extreme set of orders and for the Priness to be brought to the Council Room. 


"At once, Milord. I'll fetch her personally in case of any... Difficulties." Iris said, giving a polite bow before exiting the Council Room. She walked at a rapid pace, glancing out the windows she passed by to keep her mind off worrying thoughts. But one thought kept creeping back in. A memory of days past when her older sister left the safety of the walls to look for their father and her husband, hoping that they somehow survived. She never came back. Iris grumbled and forcefully shook that thought out of her head. She spotted Sir Jackson keeping guard outside the room and decided to focus on that in an attempt to drive the worrying thought away.


"Hard at work? Nicely done, Jackson." Iris praised the young knight as she rapped on the door to the Princess's chambers. 


"Reinhold, open the door!" Iris ordered, tapping her foot slightly as she waited. For the other knight's sake, the Princess better be in there or so help her, Sir Reinhold will hang. From the ceiling. With his entrails.


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Rowan heard Iris outside, and quickly stood, and faced the door, her posture perfect. It would be rude of her to yell through the door, so she simply gave Reinhold a small nod after she made sure that the fabric of her dress laid perfect, smoothing out whatever wrinkles in her skirt her earlier pacing had caused.


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After a bit, Sir William had let himself relax ever so slightly. It was uncomfortable standing so stiffly. He was still standing straight though. But as if on cue there was a sharp knocking upon the door. The poor young man, startled, soon heard the familiar voice of General Iris barking out an order. 'Open.. the door?' His eyes widened. H-how could she possibly know?? He didn't even relax that much! He was still paying attention! Oh, what was she going to do this time?? He blinked, realizing the Princess was in the room and tried to calm his expression. Willliam turned and grabbed hold of the door knob, turning it and pulling the door open. He gave the required incline of his body, looking at the ground. "I apologize, General Iris! It won't happen again!" He barked out worriedly, not daring look up at the general. 


Little did he know that the General was actually there to inform the princess that she had been summoned. Nevertheless, there he stood, body inclined slightly toward the General as he held the door open, eyes trained on the ground, waiting for a sharp reply. He was still boggled at how the General knew he didn't stand as straight as he could have. Was that even possible...? His brow furrowed slightly as he began to think more thoroughly.


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"Ah, our dear advisor, where are you heading to?"


Rapheal looked at the elderly man in front of him. Sir Bernard was dressed lavishly, with gold seams and colourful velvet, falling in many, many layers. In contrast, Rapheal was clothed in a simple white robe with pattern of a pair of wings on his back, looking short and thin. Rapheal was well aware that Sir Bernard intentionally picked out the bulky clothing, and the two men behind him in armour, so they can "subtly" blocked the corridor. This had been quite a frequent event lately. Sir Bernard, like some elderly court members, had dislike Rapheal as the royal advisor who doesn't listen to them. Before Rapheal, they dislike the young king. It was doubtful that many things can ever satisfy them.


"The coucil room, Sir Bernard." He said, with a light bow.


As usual Sir Bernard did not bother to gesture back. He brushed the subject lightly. "Oh." He said, with a sly grin he changed the subject, "Today was a fine weather, is it not?"


"I agree. Although the smoke on the ground was unusual."


The man's mouth corner twitched, which did not escaped Rapheal's eyes.


"I would like to passed, if you wouldn't mind, Sir Bernard."


"Now now, what's the rush, Sir Halloran? I'm sure the king had enough ability to formulate his own plan. How much can you contribute?"


"Nothing. I had already discussed with him, I only wish to listen in the meeting as the royal advisor."


Under his calm face Rapheal smirk as the old man's face turn red. He just needed a few push.


"But I second on the king's capability as well as the general's ability. You have now but your dinner to worry. " Rapheal added, now Bernard clearly didn't enjoy what he said. Just like all the old men who served the former king and still dreamt of power, the new blood to the court was too independent to their liking. The man swore at him, and with a few more words he gave up on blocking his way. The guards Rapheal told to come escort him appeared behind Benard, and the young counselor was finally rid of the road block. He was now late to the meeting, but steadily walking towards the room.


The meeting of the White and Black king was a risky move, of course. It was in the name of peace, but he couldn't help but worry. That being said, it was an important move to decide future direction, as well as to increase understanding of the enemy. He was certain too that the black advisor would hold the same thought too. No one would be naive enough to think to reach peace within these two kingdom, nor would anyone thought that the Black king would retreat. A single wrong move could pay a great price, and Rapheal secretly wish his father was still alive. If someone more experienced could take over.


But, he wouldn't trust anyone else to serve this closely with King Origo.


The door opened and closed, Rapheal quietly joined the circle, and offered a sincere apology. Though, by now most people would have known the reason of him being late.
 
Beau gave the General a nod to thank her for the compliment. He was a hard worker so getting something like that said to him was a blessing. He walked inside to meet with the Princess, the General and fellow soldier, Sir Reinhold. He spoke to the Knight. "You worry too much," he stated and waited for the Princess. She shouldn't need to rush for the army. She should look her best after all she's meeting with the Black King. She should want to make herself look presentable. He would want to.
 
"...." Iris was feeling amused, surprised and a tad guilty at the sight of Sir Reinhold bowing like that when he clearly didn't do anything wrong. Iris stood there for a moment, stunned and at a loss for words. Was her outburst yesterday that horrible? She knows that she had to keep everyone at their best but maybe she was too harsh on the two young knights for the past few months. Maybe. Her normally stoic expression slowly softened and she smiled a kind, maternal smile. A rare sight for such an uptight and serious person like herself. Not only that, she actually reached out and gently ruffled Reinhold's hair. After all, he's still young.


"Why are you apologizing, William? I'm not here to scold you. Not yet anyway." Iris chuckled softly at her idea of a simple joke before politely bowing to the Princess. Glad that she's both behaving herself and well-dressed. Perhaps its the current situation but Iris is relieved that the Princess Rowan is acting her age and status for once. 


"You look exceptionally beautiful today, Princess." Iris praised Rowan on her choice of clothing, knowing her distaste for them and spotting a few wrinkles on the skirt. Its a start at least. "I am here to inform you that your Father has requested your presence in the Council Room immediately."


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Rowan glances at the skirt of her dress as she notices Iris look her over. She was sure she had gotten the wrinkles out of it, but she hadn't. Oh well. Rowan would smooth out the skirt again before looking up to Iris and giving her a polite smile. "Thank you, general," she says in a polite tone in response to the compliment. Hearing that her father had requested she join him already made Rowan a bit nervous. She was trained how to handle situations such as the one they were in today, but she had never actually been in a situation where the stakes were so high. Her nervousness shown on her face only for a moment before Rowan forced herself to look calm. "Alright then. Lead the way." 


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Kuro had been awake all night. not do to the pitter patter of rain droplets outside his tent, which was situated beside the kings tent, but instead do to the fact he had to sneak out on this trip to Origo Aurea. he was supposed to stay home at the castle due to 'health concerns' about the trip, though he suspected that he was just unwanted as he usually was, but he'd snuck out and they were too far into the trip to turn back and drop him back off at home when they found him hiding. no one really believed he could be the king, though he would still try. he wanted to go out and take a walk, but it was far too dark outside and it was still raining, he couldn't afford to get sick now of all times! thus, Kuro spent the rest of the night thinking of ways to prove himself of being the absolute best king to ever exist, dreaming up scenario's where his specialties would come in handy and where people would be on their knees asking for forgiveness of their disbelief because he'd saved them all. 


Kuro was snapped out of his daydreaming by morning light, quickly rising and putting on the usual raven black oversized cloak and white pantaloons underneath, strapping on his belt of small kunai, though the outfit itself hadn't been very special, it had allowed him to be mostly discreet and dangerous. flipping on the hood so no one saw his face he ventured out into the camp. the camp itself was bustling with activity, soldiers moving around and chatting as though they were preparing for something he was unaware of, the scent of meat cooking filled his senses and made his mouth water with unforeseen hunger, and the sun was shining as though it hadn't been a downpour the night before, all in all the tides seemed in their favor for a great day this evening. 


the prince decided now would be a great time to sneak into his fathers tent, if you could even call it that, and listen in on all his conversations as he'd always done. slowly but surely, he waited for the perfect opportunity to sneak in, and found an opening were no one would notice. silently and swiftly he went into the tent, sneaking into a dark corner where you would be unable to notice him, and listened in on the conversation between Saphira and Argon. he stayed generally neutral throughout the entire thing, though the fact his father used chess pieces to set an example came off as somewhat strange to him, he supposed it was just his 'eccentric'. near the end, he smiled at Saphira's comment they should bring him as future king, the general earning a new found respect from him as a human being, though he disagreed on the line about not needing courtesy, he thought that he will forgive her ignorance for now. rushing in with fear tactics may be a great strategy short term for claiming the kingdom, and one may be able to rule like that for quite a while, the people would likely revolt and it'd cause mass panic throughout the rest of the kingdom, leading to great distrust of the nobles and royal family and eventually leading to forming separate factions with most of the lower and middle classes refusing to work in protest therefore crashing the economy. could no one see that? or maybe he was just overthinking it, he'd been doing quite a bit of it lately. 


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Argon sighed when his general brought up his son. He didn't know what he did to displeased the gods so much that they'd sent him a sickly, scrawny twig of a boy (but then again he did) and now he was stuck with him. It would have been easy to dispose of the boy since he was always so sick that Argon could have simply suffocated him in his sleep and called it a day, but Argon kept reminding himself that the boy might have use in the future. Not to mention he was the only reminder of Argon's departed wife. An awful reminder that Argon wanted to lock up so he wouldn't be reminded of what he had created, but a reminder nonetheless. 


"I think Kuro is able to formulate plans of action, so I would actually bring him along. Maybe he and the princess would bond, eh?" Argon chuckled at that.


"I doubt the princess would be head over heels for the boy, but then again, they don't exactly have room to argue against it with the state they're in. They might see a the proposal as an insurance that because I'm offering my son, I will have mercy for them. We don't want to crush them, Saphira. I don't want anything in Origo ruined. We will simply attend this peace meeting and act dignified. No need for fear tactics, just make an imposing appearance. Even spending a few hours in Origo will give us what we need."


Argon turned to a dark corner in the room, his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. Kuro had his during important meetings like this ever since he could walk, and Argon spent most of the time ignoring him, simply hoping the boy would pick up information to at least make him somewhat useful. However, this was a topic that involved him as well.


"Kuro, you might as well come out and join us. It's not a king's way to scurry around and hide like a mouse." 


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Argon sighed when his general brought up his son. He didn't know what he did to displeased the gods so much that they'd sent him a sickly, scrawny twig of a boy (but then again he did) and now he was stuck with him. It would have been easy to dispose of the boy since he was always so sick that Argon could have simply suffocated him in his sleep and called it a day, but Argon kept reminding himself that the boy might have use in the future. Not to mention he was the only reminder of Argon's departed wife. An awful reminder that Argon wanted to lock up so he wouldn't be reminded of what he had created, but a reminder nonetheless. 


"I think Kuro is able to formulate plans of action, so I would actually bring him along. Maybe he and the princess would bond, eh?" Argon chuckled at that.


"I doubt the princess would be head over heels for the boy, but then again, they don't exactly have room to argue against it with the state they're in. They might see a the proposal as an insurance that because I'm offering my son, I will have mercy for them. We don't want to crush them, Saphira. I don't want anything in Origo ruined. We will simply attend this peace meeting and act dignified. No need for fear tactics, just make an imposing appearance. Even spending a few hours in Origo will give us what we need."


Argon turned to a dark corner in the room, his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. Kuro had his during important meetings like this ever since he could walk, and Argon spent most of the time ignoring him, simply hoping the boy would pick up information to at least make him somewhat useful. However, this was a topic that involved him as well.


"Kuro, you might as well come out and join us. It's not a king's way to scurry around and hide like a mouse." 


@Ami the Breadling

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Kuro had been awake all night. not do to the pitter patter of rain droplets outside his tent, which was situated beside the kings tent, but instead do to the fact he had to sneak out on this trip to Origo Aurea. he was supposed to stay home at the castle due to 'health concerns' about the trip, though he suspected that he was just unwanted as he usually was, but he'd snuck out and they were too far into the trip to turn back and drop him back off at home when they found him hiding. no one really believed he could be the king, though he would still try. he wanted to go out and take a walk, but it was far too dark outside and it was still raining, he couldn't afford to get sick now of all times! thus, Kuro spent the rest of the night thinking of ways to prove himself of being the absolute best king to ever exist, dreaming up scenario's where his specialties would come in handy and where people would be on their knees asking for forgiveness of their disbelief because he'd saved them all. 


Kuro was snapped out of his daydreaming by morning light, quickly rising and putting on the usual raven black oversized cloak and white pantaloons underneath, strapping on his belt of small kunai, though the outfit itself hadn't been very special, it had allowed him to be mostly discreet and dangerous. flipping on the hood so no one saw his face he ventured out into the camp. the camp itself was bustling with activity, soldiers moving around and chatting as though they were preparing for something he was unaware of, the scent of meat cooking filled his senses and made his mouth water with unforeseen hunger, and the sun was shining as though it hadn't been a downpour the night before, all in all the tides seemed in their favor for a great day this evening. 


the prince decided now would be a great time to sneak into his fathers tent, if you could even call it that, and listen in on all his conversations as he'd always done. slowly but surely, he waited for the perfect opportunity to sneak in, and found an opening were no one would notice. silently and swiftly he went into the tent, sneaking into a dark corner where you would be unable to notice him, and listened in on the conversation between Saphira and Argon. he stayed generally neutral throughout the entire thing, though the fact his father used chess pieces to set an example came off as somewhat strange to him, he supposed it was just his 'eccentric'. near the end, he smiled at Saphira's comment they should bring him as future king, the general earning a new found respect from him as a human being, though he disagreed on the line about not needing courtesy, he thought that he will forgive her ignorance for now. rushing in with fear tactics may be a great strategy short term for claiming the kingdom, and one may be able to rule like that for quite a while, the people would likely revolt and it'd cause mass panic throughout the rest of the kingdom, leading to great distrust of the nobles and royal family and eventually leading to forming separate factions with most of the lower and middle classes refusing to work in protest therefore crashing the economy. could no one see that? or maybe he was just overthinking it, he'd been doing quite a bit of it lately. 


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The general listened to everything the king said, not without a certain displeasure visible in her face. She however kept quiet, until he had finished speaking. Her demeanor remained the same when Argon spoke to his son. The boy wasnt as sneaky as he thought, the experienced soldier would have noticed him two miles against the wind. Saphira looked at the prince, coldness dominating her face. The boy was pathetic, it was unbelievable that someone like the king could have such a disappointing child. He was feeble, a coward, of no use at all. She would probably have used him as a bait or a unit to be disposed, if not for the fact he was the prince. In her collection of chess pieces, that boy was below a pawn. 


"My king, you cannot be serious. I understand that no damage should be done to the city, though i don´t think, that will be possible. King David is too full of himself and his defenses to give up. But even if he does, marrying your son to the princess of Origo would be fatal. Your son is a weakling already and after all, the princess of Origo acts, dresses, no, she is a child. The day you die would be the day our kingdom falls, if it was to be laid within the hands of such a couple. Your son needs a woman that makes him a real man, otherwise there is no hope for him. The white king and his likes are of no use. The only good thing to do with them, is having them openly executed and beheaded, so the people would know what happened to traitors and revolutionists." She shook her head. "I understand your trail of thought, it would work out, temporary. But only until you die and as little as i hope for that day to come, it will and we cannot change that. You need to keep in mind that the kingdom however will live on." She turned around again, thinking. "Yet... taking him with us is a good idea. He will learn diplomatics and his innocence may help us to seem a bit more trustable. It might make a good impression to the people of Origo..." She faced her king again. "Of course, that are only my thoughts. The decision of our approach to the meeting and our goals are within your hands."
 

William didn't have time to think much more about the troubling subject before he felt a hand on his head, ruffling up his hair. Was that... the general? He narrowed his eyes again warily. What was she planning? That idea was thrown aside as well when the woman spoke. Was that last sentence a quiet threat? Since when did Iris chuckle? Much less softly? This was... weird. Not to say he didn't think it was better then her snapping at him, by it was indeed weird. He calmed himself and his expression and straightened himself back. He even took a moment to shoot what could be described as a death glare towards his peer, Sir Jackson. But he quickly wiped it away and replaced it with a neutral expression as he looked straight forward, in between the Princess and the General.
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"Shall Sir Jackson and myself escort her Highness to the Council Room?" He questioned, his innocent little panicked voice forgotten and replaced with a more formal tone, fit to be spoken around the princess.
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Kuro took a deep breath, reminding himself that he'd become king someday and on that day both of them shall be beheaded, or at least exiled. until that day, Kuro would keep his mouth shut like he always does and listen attentively to them. it wasn't like he was very welcome to join the conversation anyways, so he might as well memorize the details, even if those details included slander directed at him. he simply noted that whatever respect he'd managed to keep in tact for Argon as a father and Saphira as a human being has since crashed and burned with this trip. he really couldn't care less that they were throwing mud, he was more upset that they had the confidence to do it to his face. silently, he stepped out of the shadows, retreating into his own little mind bubble as he did so.


admittedly, Kuro supposed he shouldn't have expected much more from them as he hadn't even shown enough confidence to bring it up to them, nor does he have the best health condition so he wouldn't be able to retaliate with violence as they'd most likely wish for him to, but he did have one thing on his side. the people. little did the king know he'd been spreading rumors about the both him and the general to lower morale among the civilians, though the spread had been slow acting. this was the best way to take revenge for years of neglect and pure mental torture from Argon and generally disliking Saphira as a person, though he tried to avoid rumors of her alone, he wasn't malicious, he was just angry. when it comes to his father however, he hadn't cared, he spread whatever had come to his mind, including one of the most vicious things even he hadn't dared tell anyone he knew he'd spoken, 'i heard the king killed his wife for giving him a bad heir'. he was truly sick for that abomination of a rumor, but it seemed to really stick with the people as it could have been true. considering the king's track record, it seemed plausible. he simply prayed the king didn't find out about this one to early, as it was still in it's infancy as juicy gossip, spreading like the plague and lowering everyone who heard's spirit by great lengths as the day the kingdom found out he'd be extremely sickly.


Kuro tugged the hood of his cloak lower so it covered his eyes. they may have thought Kuro wasn't sneaky in the slightest, that he was just cocky and over-confident, meanwhile his vicious gossip was spreading like wildfire within the kingdom with no trace as to who truly started it and lowering everyone's morale to record lows! it was the perfect passive aggressive move, if he was forced to be the lowly pawn, he was going to be the one who took down the king in a cruel twist of fate! looking innocent and harmless he'd storm the throne in a faithless quest no one believed could ever be achieved by a mere pawn! 


and with that thought train he was sucked into his own little world, becoming oblivious to both the general and the king.


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"Right this way Princess." Iris politely said, bowing slightly as she turned and began walking back towards the council room. After a couple of steps, Sir Reinhold piped up with a little question. Owing for the fact that she had her back turned towards him, she missed his daring glare towards Sir Jackson. A move that she would probably deride him for. If she saw him. After a literal second of thinking, she came up with the perfect solution to a couple of problems. 


"That won't be necessary, Reinhold. I have another task for you and Jackson. The trebuchets on the Eastern wall need to be relocated in preparation for the upcoming meeting with the Black King. I want them disassembled and re-erected on the western wall. Oh and deploy a couple at the city square. I'll let you bring along 10 men. That should be enough help for you two." General Iris then turned to face her two knights with a nice, warm smile.


"Oh and one last thing. Get it done an hour before sundown. I know 6 trebuchets may be too much for 12 men but I expect the best from you two.... Or else. ..... That said, I wish you two luck." And with that last, rather ominous warning, Iris continued on leading Princess Rowan towards the Council Room. As they walked, Iris decided to keep her mind off distractions by asking the Princess a rather selfish question. Just a little something to maybe show that she's still human.


"Princess... If you don't mind me asking, do you think I'm a little.... Harsh on the Knights?"


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Argon gave his son a look of indifference before turning back to Saphira. He nearly laughed at her outburst at what he had said previously.


"Heavens no, I would never give Kuro and the baby princess the throne. If there is a wedding, itd be nothing more than us calming the citizens of Origo. They'd just think we are unified. It'll give me more ways to take the kingdom. My ghost would never pass on if it knew my kingdom was in the hands of the boy." Argon laughed a little bit, and he stared at his general with a look that no one hadn't seen in a while. Argon had been planning to wed the woman of steel for a while now. It would no doubt give him a strong heir, and she was the only person he would ever consider worthy of being his queen. Even if the child they had was a girl they'd be better for the kingdom. Argon didn't actually hate Kuro, but the boy made Argon uncomfortable. He had too many of his mother's traits that Argon could see every day. If Saphira accepted his proposal and they had a strong child, Kuro needed to renounce his claim to the throne for his younger half-sibling. Argon didn't want to kill the boy, but he would get rid of the boy if he acted stubbornly. He'd make sure the boy had enough money to have a comfortable life, but he just needed him out of his sight.


For now, Argon had to live in the present and decide a good time to tell Saphira of his plans.


"We should send a bird with a message to Origo and saddle up for the journey to the castle then. I suppose it'll be dangerous with only us three going in the heart of our enemies, but If i do die, my death will rile my soldiers. Origo will eventually fall, and  I'm fine with that thought even if I don't live to see it."


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