March 2, 1901. 
	Gawel made it back from his excursion to the cathedral with almost no fanfare, which is just how he liked it. Both of the guards took off their disguises and returned back to their barracks. This close to the morning, it would be ludicrously easy to avoid the guards on their patrol routes, after all they were the ones who made them. For Gawel, returning to his bedchamber was just as easy as walking down the halls, not even the foreign Imperium guards would question their charge roaming around to get an early morning breakfast. Then it was just a matter of trying to get as much sleep as he could. Ironically, this would be the only decent night's sleep he would get in quite a while. 

	Gawel usually woke up to the sound of his father's aviary performing their morning choir practice, but today the morning was accented with the sounds of condescending officers barking orders at the lesser soldiers, rifles being loaded and examined, and horses protesting with their handlers and contemplating their new fate. It was a cacophony that Gawel was entirely unfamiliar with, but knew that I will mean nothing good. Even getting out of his room was difficult as the halls were overtaken by frantic servants and guards making room for the armed Drzewan soldiers and Imperial officers, with the path to his father being a river of paranoia, smugness and bravado. Gawel soon surfaced back in the throne room, where his father held court, a court that now held more people than he thought possible. The few faces he did recognize were the common visitors to the king and occasional friends, the trade minister from Lieria, all the mayors from the cities and the richest factory heads. But he ones who holding the king's attention at the moment were the Imperial officers barking at his father. 
	"As a dominion of the Sovereignty, you have an obligation to serve our new Emperor Olarth. As such you are expected to lend your country's army to our aid, that goes the same for all the factories in the country, any nonmilitary factories will be managed by our own supervisors and the current supervisors will be asked to step down and face investigation of their loyalty to ensure a strong supply line in our efforts."
This claim nearly made the other subjects erupt into a riot, but the king remained as stoic as ever.
	"We will support the Sovereignty, as we always have." The king proclaimed, with the only signal of acceptance from the officers being a nod the head and a smirk of the face that screamed "we expect nothing less."
	"At last we come to an understanding, your orders will be that your men will report to Fort Doromirian to be outfitted, reorganized, mustered and deployed. We expect the first trains tomorrow at 700. Do not be late."
	"I would never dream of it, sirs"