Jacques sat on his throne, feeling the newly found dark magic coursing through his veins. His narrow eyes glare at everyone in front of him before he gets up.

He stands at the balcony of his kingdom. Jacques was well aware of how he was viewed-- a tyrant, although he didn't care. He had one of the strongest kingdoms and armies, no one could destroy him. Jacques was confident enough to be cocky about it.

"A war is coming from the Nord-Ouest Kingdom." He says to his advisor, staring off into the village below him. "We must know every move of theirs before it is too late." He spoke somewhat passionately about war. He wanted every inch of this land.

"Inévitablement, j'obtiendrai ce terrain..." He spoke lowly as he sees a tray pushed in his direction with a chalice of wine. Only the finest, of course. He took the cup in his hand, making it seem like a pitiful amount for a large man with his stature.

"I will win this land..." He whispers, looking at the mountains that surrounded his kingdom before taking a sip of wine.