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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

"Oh! I heard of that before," Litian gasped. 'Although I never acted on it.'


"I agree with you," Dominic nodded, turning to the rest of the people in front of him, "does everyone else agree?"


Litian and Axel nodded a yes, but Feline was reluctant to agree. She looked down at the almost empty cup of tea in her hand and swirled the meager drops of tea around the cup before lifting it to her lips and finishing the tea.


"Me too," Feline replied, placing the empty tea on the table and a genuine smile, "I agree."


"Ah…" Desilva muttered, her eyes darting away from Feline when she saw the genuine smile on her face.


"Ok, then," Dominic chuckled, clapping his hands together in excitement. He brought down his trembling hands and placed them beneath the paper on his lap, "how many people will we be needing Silva?"


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