totalnoob

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

Desilva and Axel turned to Dominic in unison, their angered faces directed at him momentarily before turning away with a sigh.


"Yes, I did ask about your personal guard," Desilva answered with a strained smile.


"That's true… I'd like to know the one in my position," Axel added.


"Well, first it wasn't your position, I didn't even know you that well before the war," Dominic retorted, feeling the need to correct Axel, "he's… a soldier I personally picked."


He purposely skipped over mentioning Boris' background. It wasn't one to be proud of being an outsider in his circle and he didn't feel like listening to any condescending remarks about Boris.


"Picked? Don't tell me he was someone from out of the palace who you brought into the palace?" Axel asked. The only place he had ever heard of the term 'picked' was when he had occasionally been dragged to 'Pleasure Houses' by the corrupted men he worked with.


Be worried