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The Aucacia Empire had always been a put together kingdom. The commoners relied on their king just like the king relied on his people, there was no rumor the king didn't know about and there was nothing the commoners weren't informed of. It was the perfect give and take relationship a kingdom should always have. 

But perfect things tend to have greedy eyes watching them. 

A perfect environment has no worries about sudden attacks. The same peace of mind that gave the kingdom a blanket of comfort was only the only thing that was imperfect and the only thing that should have never gotten out of the castle walls. But evil has its way of breaking down barriers. 

A perfect environment is a fragile one. The gentle air shrouded in glass, ready to be shattered with the wrong move. One that the greedy hands were ready to take and one that young prince, Dominic, would have the displeasure of witnessing.

Now with the passing of the king of the Aucacia kingdom, cracks start to form in the fragile walls protecting the crown and the people ruled by it. With the days of his enthronement around the corner, the growls of hunger from the greedy eyes grown louder. How long can the kingdom stay put together? Who will tip over the shaky foundations of the kingdom? Who will be the PeaceMaker?

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PeaceMaker

Should he have done more before leaving? Maybe wrap his hands around him for a while before letting him go? Or even spend the night in his arms refusing to let go. All the things he could have taken but didn't. With the war any day or even hour, every moment spent with him would have been precious but… he was happy with what he did. Maybe he missed his hug, forgot to lay in his arms, but he still got what he had embarrassedly been waiting for... well...not yet, he needed to confirm it when he got back.

"Hehe," Dominic giggled to himself with his finger on his lip as he recalled the moment of bravery he had performed a week ago.

"Your majesty," Litian called out, knocking on the thick fabric of Dominic's large tent, "he has arrived.

Dominic looked up immediately, forcing down his blush to prevent overheating in the harsh climate, "prepare the troops," Dominic commanded, getting up and grabbing his sword, "meet him and be prepared to attack at the slightest threatening movement."

"Yes, your majesty!" Litian announced saluting her king.

Dominic walked to Litian and stood before her, "today, we will win," he commanded, "never forget where we came from, what we rose from, what we lost to get here. Your sword is a tool we created to assist us in victory. The purpose of it is useless if it's wielder isn't brave enough to dash into wars, to abandon every fear they have, every burden that holds them back and channel it into their hands at the hilt of the sword to perfect every swing with strength. This is what we were trained for, this is what we have yearned, and it is what we will conquer. Nothing we have done is undeserving of victory so raise your sword and fight with your life."

Litian looked up at Dominic, her eyes glowing with pride, "your motivational speeches have reached a whole new level, your honor."

"Except for my will and my authority and effort, it's the only thing left for me to do," Dominic smiled, patting the helmet on her head, "all I hope is that after you are done criticizing my words you will need them and fall through."

"It would be a pleasure," Litian grinned as she turned to leave, "don't worry your highness, I won't stop until every drop of energy in me is vanquished and I am on the verge of death until we get victory, I will never stop assisting you."

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