==COMPLETED==
"I don't need a man to take care of me,"
With a big smirk on my face I speak out the last bit of my sentence. "I am the man."
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The kingdoms of Orena are starting to see hard times. They've started to slowly get...
The childish young adults are gonna meet and argue today. Like always :)
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"Cruor!" A loud yell echoes in the dining room followed by quick steps.
I look up from my plate to the exhausted guard, waiting for him to say his thing.
"Our weapons were counted because Asteria sent out warnings to be aware of things. It has appeared we're missing some." The young guard leans on his knees, his dirty blond hair falling down as shields over his shoulders.
"Has anyone from the guards taken any in their own rooms?" I question, thoughts running.
"We counted them as well, but we're truly missing weapons. No sight of them anywhere." He finally gets his breathing under control and stands up straight again.
"We might have gotten the same problem as Asteria. They did warn us all before the meeting date got decided." I nod to him as an answer.
"Oh! And there have been riots by Belrynna. King Cadoc has sent a letter to us for help." Picking on my food, I think about the request.
He must be a fool in hard times if he has to ask for help. Though he does deserve the riots and fights for making it hell to live there with bad marketing and living conditions.
If that old man was more selfless and sat in others boots for five minutes he would understand how great leadership works. It doesn't have to be perfect, since all of us make mistakes, but treating your kingdom kindly would make a big difference.
What I remember from him from the last time we met is little, but I remember his stern face with wrinkles. He has long greying hair and a long, thick beard starting to thin out into grayish colors. His body is like a tank and pure muscle, almost intimidating. He does remind me a lot of vikings, but he doesn't act like one, he is more barbaric.
With the slightest bit of chance of war peeking in the shadows he is there pouncing on the opportunity. Crazy man.
And now he is asking for help from the kingdom he started war with a few years back.
Pathetic.
"Send a letter back saying he can deal alone with the chaos and problems he has dug himself into. He deserves the riots and protests of his ruling. Maybe he finds his head out of his ass and starts to realize the issues," I end it with that and continue eating my food. It is already cold.
I let out a sigh and forget about the not-anymore warm food, nibbling on some bread.
"Yes sir," with that the guard strolls away to make the letter.
After I'm done eating, making a mental reminder to get some more later, I head towards the King and Queen's quarters.
By the door I knock on the dark wood and wait quietly for an answer.
