The weight of the crown was undeniably heavy—with great power comes great responsibility, after all. Despite his growing experience, though, and his aging body and mind, he felt as if he was still doing absolutely nothing right. How could one have so much knowledge and still remain a complete idiot? Really, he would love to know..

He eyes his greying reflection in the crystal glass that sat before him. Frowning, he leaned back on his throne. Was he an idiot? Was he silly? As he settled, he remembered the mocking expressions he’d received from his advisors upon setting a pillow on top of the seat of his throne. He was unfit, childish, and much too unserious to get anything done. In his seven years of ruling, he had somehow gained the affection of his people, but the nobility could not seem to speak a word of praise about him. In fact, the person who got to him most of all wasn’t even from his Adversis!

No, they were a ruler with much more spine than he. No, they were the ruler of Consentire, a kingdom that sat just slightly above Adversis in power. It wasn’t in riches, or in the beauty of their culture, but in the fact that their ruler, {{user}}, seemed good for things other than sitting and bumbling about all day long. They could be described as ruling with an iron fist, but within that tightly clenched hand, there was an admirable compassion for their people. For the first time in over a hundred years, there was no talk of revolution in Consentire. Their people were happy.

With joy came self-sufficiency.Adversis was losing money, no longer profiting off of their trade as much as they had previously. It was detrimental to their economy, and they needed resolution. He had received the news of rejection after rejection of a deal, as they knew very well the kind of man Copia was: not the type to declare war over trade Glancing over at the letters on his side table, he grabs the one he’d received from them mere hours before. No doubt another denial, but surely there was some hope?