[center][h1]The Kingdom of Dallin and the Kingdom of Azreka[/h1]
[h2]Summer of 1812[/h2]

Merebelle was currently stationed in the capital of Highwall. The massive city being both a beautiful sight and a strong fortress in its own right. It had been built during a time, when the great barbarian tribes had ruled these lands - and for all their curts of being brutes, the tribes of these lands knew how to use stone.


The city itself was then, some centuries ago improved upon - it still retained its older feeling. Like ancient warrior spirits were watching over its inhabitants - since no invasion had managed to wretch the Azrekan people from this city.


She was currently, sitting with several other prominent leaders, both military and foreign - two Colonels and a noted ambassador from the Kingdom of Dallin. Her father was commanding their men on the front lines - he was known for being the typical Azrekan; hard, gruffy and meaning hard-work instead of sitting in a stuffy castle. Instead that honor was left to Merebelle Light - she was in charge, of keeping the supplies running, reserves on the move and aid coming through.


“Our forces, are strong. But they have been reporting heavy rain,” spoke Merebelle, trailing her hand on a map - she was mostly around to ensure, that royal decour was held and that anything went approved by the Royal seal. “Colonel Jubarkin, make sure Wargroup White gets that extra powder they need. Water can be both a pain and a blessing.”


“Yes, Serah Light,” replied Jubarkin, having his aid write down the needed orders that needed to be done. He and his fellow Colonel Abathur was in charge of the Suppliment and Reserves Division - or in short, both were now arm-chair soldiers whose job was to make sure the front stay supplied - hence being the ‘main powers’ currently in the Kingdom. Merebelle was just there, to make sure that no rivalries would threaten their campaign against the Tyrants of Liberalism.


“-further more I-” spoke Merebelle, before somebody barged into their room, breathing heavily. It looked to be a messenger, and judging by his outfit and appearance - somebody who had travelled a long way.


“Your Majesties, I pardon the sudden arrival. But-” he spoke, handing Merebelle Light, a letter. Said ‘Princess’ soon opening it and her eyes widening heavily.


“Our….Viscount….Archibald Light...is dead,” she said, with sadness in her tone - before it got tinted with anger. “...murdered by assassins! This became personal - I want these Tyrants burned on the stake for this, cowardly act!”



“My lady, if I may speak!” the ambassador said, finally rising from his seat. “The assasins could have been from other nation, not from liberal tyrants, someone who wants to see your country become vulnerable and weak.” he said, moments later, however, he shook his head.


“You must also remember your duty as the head of the family and produce an heir, should you die, my queen!” he says with a knowing smile. “And now to the reason I came here my lady.” he said clearing his throat.


“The new king Adelius Odrius asks for a royal marriage between our dynasties, to finally tie our eternal alliance together. He also wishes to say that should you refuse this, the Kingdom of Dallin will still support you without hesitation against any who may threaten your rule!” with that, the man now waited for the new queen’s answer.


She looked at Jubarkin and Abathur - whom didn’t look as offended as one might expect. “He does make a good point, Viscountess. We are at war, and the death of our previous leader might hit the nation hard. Stability is required.”


“So my father, was just killed and you people are already expecting me to ‘get busy’?” she asked, rather insulted at that.


“It’s the brutal truth of this war, Viscountess Light - some other kingdoms have been destroyed in this senseless war,” spoke Abathur. “Azrekan has maintained its stability due to our sheer strength and will. Many of us have worked, and done things we dislike - but it has been for the betterment of our nation. You know, what your father would say?”


Merebelle sighed at that, shaking her head. “The needs of the many, outweigh the needs of the few,” she grumbled, rubbing her head. “Alright. Fine! Send word to your king Odrius - ambassador. Stating that, we will be married - under the conditions that any son or heir, that would take the Azrekan throne would take the surname Light. And it happening, AFTER we have crushed these upstart peasants. Until then, send word that an engagement can be arranged for the time being - to lessen the fear and ensure stability.” 


The ambassador shivered for a moment and said, still smiling. “My lady, if all children will have the name Light, then our king’s own dynasty would end abruptly here. He is the only one of his dynasty left. At least allow that the second son keep the surname Odrius so that our own people may be at ease, my lady.” the man, wishing to seem respectful, knelt in front of her, hoping that it would make her at least a bit more lenient.


“I suppose, we can work out the surnames later. Its the request that the sons who would want to rule Azrekan have the Light surname - so my line wouldn’t die down. Any other smaller details we can work out after the war.”


The ambassador was a bit distraught at having the continuity of the Odrius line called a small detail, however, he felt relieved that the queen had accepted the terms and bowed before her. “I will send a messenger to inform his Highness, though I am quite sure he will agree to your terms, my lady, may your rule as eternal as the alliance between our two nations!”[/center]

[hider] Please note that this is a collab post between myself and [@NecroKnight][/hider]