So it is done

Glenn

Aisa Moira had lived a long life, longer than most other people and faunus in fact. And, perhaps, even longer than she was supposed to.

She's seen a lot in her life. She had lived through the most destructive war in the history of mankind, and then seen the uprising of the faunus that shortly fooled it. To see the fall of Mantle and the rise of Atlas, the creation of Menagerie and the subsequent organization of the White Fang, the creation of Mount Glenn, and the rise and fall of Bor...

She really has to hand it to the dead Bor, he was so annoying that she regarded his death as something so momentous.

She still remembered the days when she could be considered 'young', how long ago was that? She remembered the time she had first enlisted in the army of Vale as a recruit, and how over the past decades, she was able to rise from the ranks of private to captain... But never higher. How many years, no decades, had she spent as a captain? Higher ranks, be they generals or even just advisers, have always been too tightly tied to politics, and perhaps only second to its entanglements as a position in management.

If she had wanted to, she didn't doubt that she could become a General. And then, perhaps, wheel that position into a Counselor of Vale, finally throw off the yoke of discipline and chains of command and enter politics... Hah!

What person, in their right mind, would even want to get into the piss-painted pile of shit called 'politics'?

Almost as soon as even a hint of her being pushed upward appeared, Aisa fled with her students to Mount Glenn to escape. After all, she liked to be involved in something meaningful, such as organizing military supplies, building fortifications, training recruits, this was a much more fulfilling life for her than any other occupation.

And yet, near the end of her life, she found herself neck deep in that hated mire called politics.

As she was about to meet death from old age at her post, she did not suspect that she would spend the last years of her life in this situation. Not commanding a set of mindless officers and their peons, not even in battle against the advancing horde of Grimm, but... damn it, playing politics.

But what other choice did she have? Aisa complained to herself as she took a drag on her cigarette, grinning weakly.

Still as much as she likes to complain about it, but at least now, having risen so highly in political circles, there was no one above her who could forbid her to smoke in the office. Not that she would care if anyone were to forbid it in the first place. Still, now that she makes the rules here, and the laws, if they want to send complaints, they can send them straight to the fire!

Hah, although, one must admit, in a sense, Aisa even liked being a politician — at least in the current environment where she doesn't actually have to play politics. But still, during those first months, he had to be stopped from blowing her brains out at the prospect of holding the position. The conditions of the newly founded Kingdom of Glenn forced her to curse herself and her decision to shoulder this burden on her shoulders. But, who else could be trusted?

Jonathan himself was well aware that he was not ready for ruling. Speeches and public speaking? Diplomatic missions and kiddie stories? Sometimes conducting interesting personal projects and advice? Yes, he was good at it. He was quite charismatic and far from being stupid, but he was not a politician.

Which is a compliment in Aisa's opinion.

Politics, ha! If everything in the world could be resolved with a simple conversation, Jonathan, perhaps, could become the king of the whole world.