The monarch would scoff as he looked at his map.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ planning. ࿐ྂ

‘filthy tea drinkers, all they do is command bombs away and then sit on their asses and do nothing. they barely deserve the empire they have now, uggh.’

he spoke in a rich tone, he paced back and forth around his office, might i remind you in which it was decorated precisely.

‘what makes them so special? their money? their accent? no, their accent is like a dog swallowed eight kegs of sewage.’