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: Hey friends! I really struggled to focus today, but I also wanted to give you guys a chapter. If it is choppy and/or riddled with some minor mistakes, please let me know, but otherwise, I hope you enjoy! 


"All of this handwritten work," Ada mused, eyes scouring her Uncle Heiko's room once more. "And no ink well or quill to be found." 


It was noon now, shining pale, bright light through the high ice windows - a Simonese invention meant to magnify the winter sun. Crystal particles were sprinkled into the glass after the smelting process and before it was completely hardened, an undertaking meant to multiply the number of reflective surfaces the light entering could hit and ultimately bounce off of. 


Ada loved them. They brightened rooms more than any summer sun could and were the only things that made dreary mid-winter bearable. 


Devising the Board - Part 13