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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?

cover art: Day.n

PeaceMaker

Dominic smiled watching his soldier run into battle. The brown patches of grass that once filled the plains were brought back to life colored red from a life that once roamed the fields. Hours had passed since both nations dove into war and night had fallen on the bloodied field, yet both sides fought relentlessly praying for victory. As the death count rose, so did the tension in the fields and Dominic's desire to win. He picked up his sword and looked at his soldiers fighting for his side, then ran into battle.

Boris stood outside Claudia's jail cell and slid the tray of food underneath the iron bars.

"Eat," He commanded, locking eyes with Claudia.

Claudia eyed the nearly empty tray, "despite the fact that you're basically trying to starve me, how do I know there isn't poison in this?" She looked up at Boris, "especially since you came down here yourself to deliver it. You sure you didn't want to watch me die yourself?"

Boris scoffed, his chuckle belittling her but his face remained stoic, "If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it a while ago." He looked down at her, "it shouldn't be surprising but bonEy princesses aren't appealing."

"Princess?" Claudia laughed, her face dark and grim as she thought of how fake she had been, "how demeaning."

Boris analyzed her before looking away and turning to leave.

"Did you agree to it?" Claudia asked as she bit down on a thin chicken leg.

Boris stopped and turned back to her, "excuse me?"

Claudia snorted when she saw the surprised look on Boris' face, "should I be offended?" she asked making eye contact with Boris, "though I may come off as short-fused and hasty, my plans are quite elaborate."

"I think you are mistaken," Boris sighed turning away from Claudia. He was already stressed enough having not seen his prince for a week. How would he be doing now? Had the war started yet? Or was he in some shelter planning his attack? Was he on the field injured? Or had he already passed away? The thought of never seeing Dominic again frightened him, so adding anything to that pile was… terrifying and nerve-breaking.

"Did you agree to form the alliance?" Claudia asked.

"No," Boris immediately replied, "how did you know?"

Claudia smiled placing down her chicken, "before I got caught and locked up in this place like a dog, I was a woman with a plan. And even without me, that plan will continue," she looked back up at Boris, a forced smile on her face, "the next step was you, to get you to sign the alliance."

Boris squatted in front of Claudia to reach eye level, before revealing a chilling grin, "so?"

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