War at been at the queens castle steps for years. Cold War had finally ended. Not in the peaceful way where rules shake hands and peace treaties are signed. Instead Cold War broke into actual war. The crop fields right outside the kingdoms walls were the first to go. Burnt to ash in with a few flaming torches dropped by her enemies in the East. Aysel stood broodingly over a table that displayed a map of the region. Red x’s were drawn out with places she wanted- no, needed to attack. The East must understand that she isn’t to be trifled with, no matter the cost. Aysel’s shoulders laden with a white bear pelt hitched up at the sound of someone entering the planning room. Her sharp, blue eyes glanced over her shoulder, expecting it was her assistant coming to help her plan.