Your father was cruel. When the war began, he gave you the throne, crown and powers, and he fled far to the east, saving his life

You are not experienced. The war was an unbearable burden for you, and when the Emperor of the North offered you negotiations, you had no choice but to agree

He sat opposite you at the round table, hands folded on the table, feeling his superiority

"So, you agree to dialogue?"

It was quiet in the meeting room