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Speech #1 - Conquer

So I got this idea from AnaWritesRandom. There's a trend where you listen to this song that's kinda hard to decipher and whatever you hear is how you died in a past life or something like that.

I heard:

Somebody told me to go back

Conquer

Let go

Help her

So mixing that with the random soldier, poet, king quiz result (I got king, surprisingly-)... here is the fantasy I've created for this past self of mine.

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The sky was beginning to darken, the bright fire on the horizon making way for the crisp, cool indigo of night. A cold breeze cut through the air, the wind barely disturbing the silent night of a kingdom that was slowly drifting into dreams. Only a few late merchants and passersby wandered the winding streets below, a few bundled up in their coats with the slow turning of new winter.

    Clear, cold eyes swept the land, observant and dispassionate, icy as the season's passing. A warm cloak shifted in the breeze, colored a deep, royal purple that portrayed the wearer's high status. She didn't utter a word, barely moved to the point that she looked like a stone sentinel, besides the occasional, careful sway of her head as she shifted her field of view. Her hands gently rested on the railing of the balcony, high above the ground and leading from the magnificent, towering palace that loomed over the city. She seemed deep in thought, a distant gleam in her eye as she gazed into the horizon. War was at hand, as it had been for the past fifteen years. She wanted to think of how the following weeks would go, how the attacks planned would occur.

    It may have been because of this absentmindedness that she jumped slightly at a gentle knock of the door behind her. She turned, her frigid eyes wavering past the lavishly luxurious bedroom to the white door of the far wall.

    "You may enter," she called, loud enough for the person standing on the other side to hear. Slowly the door swung on its hinges, a round, timid face peeking through from the hall.

    "Empress Ryne?" the woman addressed the one at the balcony, opening the door farther so as to reveal her uniform. A palace servant, and one Ryne knew - her name was Lyla, she recalled.

    "Yes, what is it, Lyla?" Ryne pondered, turning and facing her. While Ryne stood with her chin slightly tilted upwards and her torso poised, Lyla had a less regal posture, slightly hunched and bent over a bit in due respect. She played with something in her hands with a nervous demeanor - a scroll of parchment, a golden seal stamping it shut.

    "T-this letter arrived this evening, Your Highness," Lyla stammered slightly. She looked to the floor as she held the envelope up for the empress to see.

    Ryne glided across the room from the balcony, quiet steps bringing her close to Lyla before she took the scroll. She nodded to Lyla, and dismissed her without a word before opening the scroll and reading its contents.

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Addressed to the ruler of Farrenale, Empress Ryne Meraliss,

    Even in this time of war, I sincerely wish this message finds you well. The high leaders of Alazartia have, in their wishes to peacefully work out this endless to-and-fro battle, proposed to talk out a peace treaty to end this disagreement between the kingdoms. All wish for it to end, and I know that, deep down, you do as well, even if it was you who declared war.
    Should you accept this proposition, please send us a response by the solstice of deep winter, and we will, after two days, if said response delivers on time, meet you at the Birch Gorge Clearing by sunfall. We intend no harm in this meeting, though you may bring any company you like if it will make you more comfortable in our presence. I, myself, will represent the kingdom there, and I assure you that I will come alone. Should you send someone in your place, that is perfectly fine as well.