1 The Birth of Princess Prince

As the clash of weapons reverberated across the borderlands and the air hung heavy with the scent of blood, an unsettling aura permeated even the opulent chambers of the Shendaya palace.

In the war room, the council deliberated the dire situation. The advisor spoke, "The neighboring kingdoms pressed harder, fueled by their insatiable desire for our technology. We were on the brink, Your Majesty."

The king, a former prince and grand general, stood before the council. The king declared, "This cannot stand. We will not succumb to their greed. I will lead our forces personally."

The decision sent ripples through the court, and murmurs spread like wildfire. A courtier questioned, "The king himself? Is it wise?"

On the battlefield, the king addressed his troops. The king shouted, "For Shendaya! For the preservation of our legacy and the future of our kingdom!"

As the armies clashed, a lone soldier spoke to a comrade.

"Did you ever think we'd see the king on the front lines?"

"Times are desperate. He fights not just for victory, but to inspire us all."

In the palace corridors, the queen confided in an advisor.

Queen, weary, said, "I fear for him, but his courage gives our people hope."

The fate of Shendaya hung in the balance, with the king's decision echoing through the corridors of power and resonating among the soldiers on the front lines.

Amidst the chaos of battle, a scene of profound intensity unfolded within the palace walls as Queen Alana labored to bring their fifth child into the world.

The elderly attendant encouraged the queen, "You're almost there, Your Majesty! Keep pushing!"

With a powerful cry, Queen Alana exerted herself, and the atmosphere was filled with tension and anticipation.

"Arrghhh!" Queen Alana's voice echoed through the room, her hands gripping the blankets tightly. The sweat on her face mirrored the intensity of her effort.

The elderly attendant offered words of reassurance, "You're doing splendidly, Your Majesty! Just a little more."

In the midst of her struggle, Queen Alana shared her innermost thoughts, "I hope this child is a prince. A bearer of joy in these trying times."

Meanwhile, on the battlefield, King Shendrick, unbeknownst to the ongoing childbirth, led his forces with determination.

Back in the birthing chamber, the queen envisioned the happiness a prince could bring, contemplating the challenges of conveying disappointing news to the compassionate king.

The attendant continued to encourage, "Almost there, Your Majesty! One final push!"

The room hung in suspense as the fate of Shendaya was not only determined by battles on the battlefield but also by the life emerging within the palace walls.

The cries of the newborn filled the room, bringing relief to both the servants inside and outside. However, the elderly woman approached the queen with the baby, a hint of concern in her voice. "Your Majesty, the baby is a princess."

Upon hearing this, Queen Alana's eyes welled up with tears. She embraced the baby, still adorned with traces of birth, and covered her with a small, warm cloth.

After the elderly woman completed the remaining birthing procedures, leaving only the task of bathing the baby, Queen Alana spoke up. "Aunt Joan, what if only you and I know that this baby is a princess?" she asked calmly.

However, upon hearing the question, Aunt Joan suddenly sensed something amiss. Trembling, she replied, "Your Majesty, on this matter, I am uncertain."

"You've cared for me from birth until now. Will you stand by me in whatever decision I make?" Queen Alana asked gently.

"Of course, Your Majesty. I will do anything you wish," Aunt Joan responded firmly, though her voice quivered.

"Then, eliminate all those servants. From now on, this baby is the prince of Shendaya, Shenra Sveda," declared Queen Alana.

Upon hearing this command, Aunt Joan was taken aback. However, shortly afterward, she nodded obediently. "I will carry out Your Majesty's orders," she said.

With that, Aunt Joan departed to attend to all that needed to be done.

King Shendrick was known for his gentle and kind nature. There had to be a compelling reason behind every death sentence. Therefore, Aunt Joan fabricated accusations against the servants, blaming them for negligence that almost jeopardized the safety of the queen and the prince.

Five servants were executed with seemingly justifiable reasons, creating an intricate web of deception to safeguard the secret of the newborn's true gender. The palace, once filled with the joyous cries of a new life, now bore the heavy burden of hidden truths and the weight of consequences.

News of the birth of a prince in the Kingdom of Shendaya swiftly reached the ears of the king leading the war on the front lines.

"Generals, at last, Shendaya receives a beautiful gift after the sorrow of this year-long war. I believe this is a sign that we will triumph in the battle," exclaimed King Shendrick with a voice filled with joy.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty! Shendaya is truly blessed!"

"Shendaya is greatly blessed!"

"Long live Shendaya!"

"Long live King Shendrick!"

"Long live Prince Shenra!"

With the king's spirited announcement and the joyful tidings, the morale of the army was immediately uplifted. Through the accumulation of warfare, espionage, and various stratagems, after six months, Shendaya emerged victorious in the war.

A peace treaty was negotiated with highly favorable terms for Shendaya, marking the end of the conflict. The kingdom, buoyed by the arrival of Prince Shenra, now stood not only as a symbol of resilience but also as a testament to the prosperity that followed even the darkest of times.

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