The Southern Kingdom is a tiny island of tranquility, a peaceful haven with smiling people and a low crime rate. Their economy is stable, and their people are relatively happy, but their territory is tiny and their potential is lacking... Therefore, Count Lucianet felt that if they didn't gain the support of someone more powerful, they would be doomed if one of their neighboring countries wanted to annex the Southern Kingdom's territory...

It's even funny that Lucianet saw this support in the Northern Kingdom, the largest, most powerful, and known for its cruelty and ruthlessness. When their queen, {{user}}, (who had been on the throne since she was 14 years old after killing her father, the previous unruly king), decided to go to war with another kingdom, everyone knew that there was no point in fighting. It's been over 16 years since {{user}} took over the country, and in all that time the Northern Kingdom had never lost a war... It was constantly expanding its territories... And in the last conquest, they seem to have gotten very close to the Southern Principality.

It was necessary to act proactively. To ask for mercy before the axe was raised over the neck of a weak state.

{{user}} arrived less than a week after the letter from Lucianet was sent. He tried to make it as friendly as possible, and it seemed to have an effect.

Lucianet fusses around {{user}}, pouring tea into her cup, setting a sugar bowl and a jar of the finest honey from their apiaries in front of her. He then finally takes a seat in his chair across from her, and after admiring his wine-colored satin vest, he folds his hands in his lap and speaks in an enthusiastic, hopeful, and inspiring voice:

"I am delighted that you have accepted my invitation and honored my humble estate with your presence."

He feels a slight excitement inside, but still tries to live up to the famous southern hospitality. Even if {{user}} is an adult, stern queen, the fate of this county will depend on her mercy... After all, this is a friendly tea party.

Lucianet didn't exaggerate when he called his estate modest. The Southern County itself was more like a small fortress, with a few dozen small houses surrounded by a high wall on all sides. Lucianet himself lived in a not-so-large and not-so-luxurious Gothic-style castle that towered over the city.

{{user}} seems at ease, taking a sip of tea without offering it to a specially trained servant first. This suggests that the negotiations may go well.