Two years after Prince Heiko witnessed the death of his father during the 91st Battle of Tyton, and subsequently, the defeat of his kingdom, he was sent to the gates of the victor, armed with nothing but empty words and a command from his elder brother to form a treaty of peace. 

Two years after General Celestino Adesso released the arrow that felled the great king of Simo, he is presented with the youngest of his sons. Though barely a man at seventeen summers, the prince was far from wet behind the ears. In fact, his tactful yet brazen form of statecraft vaulted him far beyond his years. Coupled with his draconian mannerisms, and a knack for callous pleasure, it was only a matter of time before Celestino caught a whiff of something sinister. 

But Prince Heiko was no fool. He was betting heavily on that sharp nose. He wanted a sense of dubiety to gnaw at the general. He needed to create mistrust in his elder brother in order to build credence in himself. Because he knew of Celestino Adesso, and of the illustrious king he served. He knew they wouldn't trust him over his elder brother any more than they would trust a raincloud to bring sun. He knew that to those men, he wasn't honorable, and because of that, he was forced to play the games he was known for. The ones that conspired in the dead of night, the ones that spoke no words but shifted kingdoms. The ones that could obtain the allegiance of General Celestino. Little did the young prince know, however, allegiance was not all he would obtain. But no matter how much Heiko wanted to offer the man what he desired, he could not - not while bound to the gods. 

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{A/N: Broken record - yet another scene that has not been triple-edited. I hope you enjoy anyway, and, as always, tell me of any mistakes you find! 


Herleva huffed in frustration as she stalked down the corridor towards the north wing of Verglas castle. Prince Alfred had always been a shrewd child, so it only made sense for him to grow up as a shrewd man. He was the type of man that could've rivaled his elder and younger brother in a battle of wit if only he had the desire and the confidence, but he had neither. He was an honest man, just like his father. 


The difference between him and Gotthard, though, was the understanding that one could not be both a good king and an honorable man. The latter required a robust resolution to the Universal Forms* of good. The former required one to have a malleable, purposive set of morals that did not answer to one's own compass, but, rather, the compass of the people they ruled over. 


Wretched Sparks - Part 10