King & Kween Kang (The Rise Of Kang's #1)

Chapter 34

The British Are Coming

The king gently placed a hand on Asora's shoulder, his touch a silent reassurance. "Asora, we need you in the war room. Your wisdom and guidance are crucial in these trying times," he said, his voice steady and calming.

Asora, still grappling with the weight of recent events, turned to face Taehan. Her eyes, puffy from the tears she had shed, held a mix of sorrow and determination. "I can't bear to see our people suffer. I need to protect them," she replied, her voice revealing the depth of her emotions.

Taehan, understanding the internal struggle Asora faced, nodded empathetically. "And you will, my love. But you can better protect them with a clear mind and a strategic plan. Let's go to the war room together."

With a gentle yet firm hand, Taehan guided Asora back to the royal war room. The dimming light of the evening cast a melancholy glow across the royal war room, emphasizing the gravity of the impending threat. The large, ornate table dominated the center of the room, covered with maps depicting the vast expanse of the ocean. The walls, adorned with tapestries depicting the kingdom's history, seemed to close in on the occupants of the room.

Queen Asora stood resolute at the head of the table. Her regal presence was juxtaposed against the somber ambiance, a beacon of unwavering leadership in the face of adversity. Surrounding her were the wisemen and advisors closely monitoring the unfolding situation as they recounted the stories of the seamen. King Taehan, standing at her side, exuded silent support, his eyes reflecting a mix of worry but confidence in his wife.

The sun, descending below the horizon, painted the sky in hues of orange and red, creating a breathtaking yet ominous backdrop. The changing colors mirrored the shifting emotions within the war room – a mixture of anxiety, resolve, and an underlying hope that flickered against the encroaching darkness.

As Asora's eyes scanned the maps on the table, the weight of responsibility pressed upon her shoulders. Puffy from the private tears she had shed, her eyes bore the traces of a leader burdened by the gravity of her decisions. Her focus on the location of the approaching British fleet was unwavering, her mind calculating strategies and potential outcomes.

Beside her, Taehan, still grappling with his own emotions, stood as a pillar of strength. His silent support spoke volumes, a testament to the bond they shared. The tension in the room was palpable, a collective realization that the kingdom teetered on the edge of a perilous precipice.

Amidst the silent deliberations, a sudden knock on the door shattered the intense atmosphere. The heavy door swung open to reveal a messenger, their breath visible in the cool evening air. The urgency in the messenger's voice cut through the room. "Your Majesty, ships have been spotted on the horizon. Spanish flags."

Asora's eyebrows furrowed in surprise, and she exchanged a swift glance with Taehan. The unexpected arrival of allies from Spain introduced a new layer of complexity to an already fraught situation. The wisemen and advisors, their hushed conversations reaching a crescendo, tried to comprehend the sudden turn of events.

Acknowledging the potential diplomatic implications, Asora turned to Taehan. Her voice, though steady, carried a sense of urgency. "Prepare a welcome for our Spanish allies, and send word that I wish to meet with their leader."