This story takes place in a fantasy world where demons, humans, and faunus (humans with animal qualities) fight for survival. A world where the rifle is shunned in favour for the sword and sheild.
The Visean kingdom has recently defeated the Demon...
"Achtung!" Serina shouted, and the men and women of the Imperial guard stood at attention and shouldered arms. Tsar Nicholas then stood out of the Car alongside Dessler and Shaltear. Kaiser Wilhelm, his face happy as glee shook Nicholas by the hand.
"It is good to see you alive my friend!" Wilhelm exclaimed before hugging him.
"Thank you, for saving the lives of my family as well as my own." Nicholas thanked. Then the Tsarina Katerina stepped out of the car and met with Freida, who was still pregnant with Germany's 3rd Heir.
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"Frieda, how are you bearing up?" Katerina asked.
"Oh I am fine." Freida stated. "It's you whom I am worried about! Are you injured?"
"Oh no, just a few minor bruises tavese the rocks. Nothing major." Katerina assured. Then Anastasia peaked out of the car the Romanov's travelled in.
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The Tsarevna's eyes then gazed upon Erica and Viktoria who stood beside their mother. When Anastasia waddled out of the car Wilhelm approached her.
"Ah Anastasia my dear girl!" Wilhelm greeted jovially. He ruffled her hair as Anastasia giggled. Nicholas and Katerina looked affectionally. "It's been a while since I've seen you." Wilhelm remarked, and then looked behind him. "Erica, Viktoria, introduce yoruselves." Wilhelm said to his daughters, who came out from behind Erica. They both cursteyed in greetings of the Tsarevna.
"I can see your girls have been raised well." Nicholas remarked, as Anastasia did the same.
"So far Nicholas, so far." Freida chuckled, earning a giggle from Katerina.
"Girls show Anastasia inside, I trust you will help her feel welcome?" Wilhelm asked rhetorically.
"Of course dadda." Erica replied, clasping Anastasia by the hand as the royals followed the girls inside. As they went inside the footmen and maids took what little luggage the Romanov's had with them. The rest was was under guard at the White capital of Minsk, close to the Spartan border. The women and children went into the living room, while Wilhelm and Nicholas went to the War Room, where Wilhelm kept his military reports, divison and oficer profiles, and campaign maps that he frames up, the current one sprawled across the massive conference table in the centre.
