A cool breeze blew through the ancient Royal Fountain Gardens, adding to the already gloomy atmosphere of the overcast day. Though it was said that the gardens were the most beautiful thing to be seen this side of the afterlife, my mind was clouded by the current task: I had been sent by Darvainian here to make peace with Mythron. Since the dwarven invasion, when all the factions had worked in unison to defeat the attackers, the various countries seemed to be at a peaceful standstill; I was here to make a definite peace so that we could re-establish ourselves. The memory of Mythron’s unprecedented attack last year, however, still burned bright in my mind.
My thoughts were interrupted by a well-dressed Mythronian steward, who strode up to me with exuberance.
“Ah, you must be Mr. Thornbrush!” He said.
His attitude, after my previous thought, made me fume internally. I stifled it, however, and curtly replied.
“Yes. Where shall we discuss these… prominent matters?”
“Sadon, may his name be forever blessed, has requested you in the courtroom,” he said, not dampened whatsoever by my soured mood.
“Very well; lead on.”
We passed various flora on our way to the courtroom, including many kinds of flowers, trees, and bushes, often with the latter cut into the shape of Mythronian nobles and past kings (excluding Mallakee the mad; no one wishes to remember his bloody reign). At last, we reached the large arch that led into the courtroom.
“Here we are, Mr. Thornbrush; I hope your stay is pleasant.” The young man turned promptly on his heel and walked away, whistling some old ditty to himself.
I turned and entered the grand stone building. Inside, it was quite airy and open, with massive stained glass windows set in the walls. Large, complex tapestries with the coats of Mythronian nobles filled the space inbetween the decorative glass, and a few flags hanging from the rafters fluttered in the afternoon wind. Stone slabs, layered for different heights, provided places for the higher-ups to sit, which were marked out at intervals. The highest of these seats, I assumed, would be for King Sadon, who as of yet was not present.
Upon my arrival, a trumpet was blown, and the nobles all poured out of some back room which I was unable to see; they quickly took their places as we sat in silence. Sadon was the last to appear, with his now short black hair being covered by the magnificent Mythronian crown, heirloom of the Richardson family. I bowed respectfully. The famed leader nodded, and began to speak.
“Welcome Emerson Thornbrush, son of Phineas Thornbrush, ambassador of Nerogue and member of the High Council of Nerogue.” He waited for my response.
“Thank you, King Sadon, son of Mythros the fourth, lord of Mythron, for giving me audience on behalf of Darvainian, may his name live forever, and Nerogue.” I bowed once more, glad to have this tedious formality taken care of.
“You may present your proposition,” he said.
“I have come, as aforesaid, on behalf of Nerogue, that we might establish a peace between our two peoples, so that our damaged cities may be restored and our weary citizens might be rejuvenated.” I paused for a moment, and noticed a fresh scar on the king’s cheek. “As you very well know, neither of our lands have been able to rest since your... “ I nearly said unjust, but checked myself. “Attempted conquest of our lands, and the proceeding invasion of the dwarves, cursed be their name.”
His brow furrowed, but I could see that I was getting through to him.
“This invasion has been one of the worst ever experienced by any faction,” I continued. “The people were slaughtered in the streets, the fields trampled, the cities burned. If any of us are to survive, a temporary peace, at the least, is necessary. So, for the cause of peace, will you accept the following terms.”
I paused again to catch my breath.
“War shall be abstained from between our kingdoms for a period of at least 6 months. Next, trade shall resume between us, to allow the distribution of goods and growth of the economy. Lastly, we will not disrupt your upcoming wedding in any way; rather, we shall be disposed to provide any services you will require.”
Sadon squinted slightly, almost attempting to see into my very heart. After a few seconds, though, he sat back in his chair and said nonchalantly, “For the cause of peace… I will accept your terms.” I sighed, relieved, but he wasn’t finished. “Should you fail to uphold your part of this arrangement, I will close off all trading routes and have Enalican ships close off your waterways. Any Nerogueian hostility will result in firm retribution.” He rose from his kingly chair and with a swirl of his cape left through the previously mentioned unseen doorways.
Well, let’s hope we can keep this shaky peace…
(This story may be updated, as I ran out of time to write it.)