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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Hallowed Be

For most of Alfred's life, the training grounds of Verglas Castle were like a second home. Upon his father's death, though, the meadow - lush in the summer, and muddy and wet the rest of the time - held for him far more solace than anything within the castle walls could. 


On those fields, not even Ingo questioned his obvious supremacy. They belonged to Alfred, and he ruled them thusly. His subjects were the very men he stood and fought beside. Men that defended him the way he defended them. And even if opinions or beliefs differed to the point that sharing a civil meal would've been a painstaking affair, battle brought men together like no other. It was the great equalizer of humanity. And any soldier worth their salt would agree that you needn't like someone to respect them. 


Dulcet and Duplicitous - Part 13