Chapter 47: Letter
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In a grand hall of the castle of Lannister. At the head of a long table, king Himar, a rotund and extravagantly dressed monarch, sits on his golden throne. He is engrossed in a feast of grapes and wine, indulging his insatiable appetite.
Messenger Lucius, an exhausted and disheveled figure who just came back from the Dragon Monarch castle, kneels before the king. He catches his breath before delivering the grim news.
"Your Majesty, I return from the castle at the Mariol forest, bearing news of their response to your demand for surrender."
Himar carelessly and nonchalantly tossing a grape into his mouth. "Well, out with it, Lucius. Did they come to their senses and surrender to the real ruler? It is only natural, hearing my great name would make them shiver and cower in fear."
Himar is a very arrogant and confident king, yet he is very stupid having a false sense of power and control. The only reason his country still stands, and that he is king at this moment is his first minister Drossen.
Lucius knowing very well how his king's personnality is, was now hesitating and got a little bit scared from delivering the message Nouflex sent, he even had the idea of changing the message going in his head, but in the end he gathered his resolve and spoke.
"Alas, my king, they did not. The neighboring kingdom's ruler not only refused to surrender but also, erm... provoked you."
King Himar pausing, wine goblet halfway to his lips asked. "Provoked me, you say." He chuckles before continuing. "It's only natural for lesser rulers to tremble before my might."
Lucious nervously explained. "They... they sent a rather... colorful message, Your Majesty."
King Himar sets his goblet down and leans forward with curiosity raising an eyebrow. "Colorful, you say? Well, don't keep me waiting, Lucius, you know Im a busy king with a lot of responsabilities."
Lucious clearing his throat, said. "They sent a letter with a painting, your Majesty. A rather unflattering portrait of you, to be precise." He gulped a mouthful of saliva when saying this.
The courtiers and attendants in the hall gasp collectively. King Himar furious with a red fuming face raged. "A portrait? Unflattering? Those wretches dare to mock me?"
Lucius nervously continued, trembling slightly. "Yes, Your Majesty. It was accompanied by a note that said, 'The only thing more inflated than your ego is your waistline.' "
Lucius continued reading the letter. "To the so-called 'Ruler' of the Neighboring Kingdom,
It has come to my attention that you still cling to the illusion that you are a worthy adversary. I can't help but chuckle at your pathetic attempts to challenge my superiority.
Firstly, I admire your tenacity in believing you possess any power. It's cute, really. Your futile defiance only serves to amuse me, like a child playing with a wooden sword, hurting himself at every occasion.
We've observed the sorry state of your kingdom, and it appears you could use a lesson in economic management. Consider the good reception of your messenger a charitable act from our part, as we were simply helping the poor.
Did you know that your name means Donkey in my language, truly a title worthy of you, the only difference between you two is that your dick is the same size of his balls.
Now, let me address your bravado. You dare us to attack you? Oh, how adorable. Know this, should you ever find the courage to cross swords with us, your fall will be swifter and more devastating than a storm. Your "power" will deteriorate rapidly, like a sandcastle before the tide.
The Dragon Monarch does not know to bow to the whims of anyone in existance. I am a God, I say whatever I want, I do whatever I want. I count my gold and destroy empires for fun.
In the spirit of your entertaining provocations, we extend an invitation: Come, attack us, if you dare. Witness firsthand the magnitude of your folly. And remember, it's not merely your power we'll dismantle, it's your pride, your kingdom, and your very existence that will crumble in our mighty wake. Your treasures will soon adorn my palaces, fit for a king, not a pretender like yourselves.
Yours in mockingly superior grace,
Nouflex Cor Ignis I
The Dragon Monarch"
The courtiers stifle their laughter, while others had their pride kick in, but it's evident that they find it hard to contain their amusement.
King Himar turning scarlet red with rage started shouting. "This is an insult I shall not tolerate! They shall pay dearly for their insolence!"
Drossen who was standing next to the king the whole time with a calm smile asked the angered king, it is said that the worst time to take decisions is when you are angry, and this excatly what is happening. "What would you have me do, Your Majesty?"
King Himar standing from his throne a wicked grin forming on his face. "We shall raise an army, Drossen, a grand and mighty army! We shall show them the true power of our kingdom and the might of my rule! And make sure they send an artist, we need a flattering portrait to send in return!"
The courtiers exchange amused glances as the king's ego driven retaliation takes shape. The foolishness of the king knows no bounds, and his subjects can only watch in disbelief. They have no idea of the opponent, yet he want to engage, this truly proves his stupidity.
But what suprised the people the most was how Drossen, the most respected person of the kingdom approved what this arrogant king was doing.
'This Nouflex who calls himself a Dragon Monarch shall know pain, I will destroy him completely and humiliate him publicaly.' Himar though with four green veins on his forehead about to pop.
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While king Himar was doing his preparations for a annihilation war, on the other hand, at the castle of the Dragon Monarch a big visitor in size was getting closer. The gods and strong individual of the castle sensed his presence, but I told them to ignore it.
In the early morning light, the training grounds of the majestic castle lay cloaked in a serene mist. It was a sacred place, reserved for warriors, gods and guardians to hone their skills, and this day was no different.
Valkyrie, the Goddess of War, stood alone in the midst of the vast courtyard, her presence commanding the very essence of battle. She was a vision of divine grace and power. Clad in shimmering silver chains wrapped around some parts of her body, her piercing red eyes scanned the horizon.
With a fluid and deliberate motion, Valkyrie unsheathed her sword, a gleaming blade forged from the heart of a fallen star. As the sun's first rays crested the castle walls, her form seemed to come alive. Each step, each cut, and every parry was a dance of sheer perfection.
She moved with the grace of a warrior who had seen eons of battle, her every movement infused with purpose and determination. Her strikes were a force of nature. Valkyrie is the embodiment of war, and her training was a testament to her eternal commitment to mastering the art of combat.
As Valkyrie, the goddess of war, continued her rigorous training within the castle's training grounds, suddenly, they were were cast into an eerie silence. A massive silver Dragon descended with a thunderous crash.
His silvery wings reflecting the sun light remained spread wide as he landed boldly amidst the woman standing there. Silverwing was a dragon of pride and authority, and he had come to intimidate and instill fear. This was the emissary of the Dragon King of the forest.
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