The Heretics

As the doors to the throne room opened, allowing a widely grinning Orhan and Junior out, Isaac who had returned, asked in a cautious tone "Is it wise to hand over designs of such potent weaponry to that city, sire?"

Glancing over my shoulder at him, I confidently reply "If we are to the satisfy the avaricious gluttony of war for blood and steal, we must spare no expense. Besides, whether we like it or not, Qayan is without a doubt the industrial heartland of our empire, and if we are to emerge victorious in the coming conflicts we are hurtling towards, we will need the full cooperation of all our allies to draw out every fiber of strength we have, and this petty grudge we have with Qayan that was formed centuries ago is long overdue to be rectified."

"And this gesture of trust is your way of doing that?" He asked again.

"It's the first step." I replied smirkingly.