Seems like I was right to mind my own business, Alpheo thought as Shahab passed him the news of the Romelian fleet's crushing defeat at the hands of the Confederation of the Free Isle.
It was exactly as he had predicted. When the envoys had first arrived, practically begging Yarzat to join Veritia's grand league and purge the pirates from Harmway—and from the Southern Sea entirely—many in his court had clamored for action. To stand with the old powers.
To rid the world of the scourge of the sea.
Alpheo had done the opposite.The choice had been his, after all. The fleet and the army did not move without his command. The reputation of a warrior prince had its benefits—when he spoke, soldiers listened.
Officers listened.