A kingdom thrives with prosperity when the necessary resources are plentiful and available to every citizen residing in the area. If the people were happy, then surely the Royal Family was happy, right?
"These silly assumptions my people make are absolutely preposterous!" A young man sits down on his throne, the sound of jewelry clinking against slightly tanned skin.
"Ah, but my King, surely you must reconsider! While the allies we have gathered are plentiful, shouldn't we try to avoid as much conflict as possible? The citizens have voiced their opinions and they-"
"SILENCE!" The King shouted, ending in a low hiss. His purple eyes glared angrily at his personal assistances, who were currently doing quite the opposite of assisting. This one should be at the level of a servant, but that wasn't on the list of the King's priorities. "There needs to be more! My Kingdom isn't as powerful as it could be! Don't you fools realize the potential that lies ahead of us?!"
"But-" The anxious assistant was interrupted by a hand tightly gripping his shoulder; It belonged to that of a much more stoic soldier, who sent a serious glance up to the King. "Apologies, my King. I'll take care of this unruly one."
The King eyed the duo with an unamused gaze. "To the execution chambers, if you will." With a wave of a hand, he ignored the assistant's pleas and got back to the matter at hand.
"My King!" Another assistant came rushing to the room, flustered from the fast pace he took to get to the King's Chambers. Panting and exhausted, it took him a few moments before he finally spoke up.
"I bring dire news! There is a new King on that island you have been eyeing for a while now, My King! He's quite young and looking for allies, or so I've heard-!"
Now this, this caught the King's interest. In other words… "Fresh meat," He said, licking his lips. "I love new arrivals. What's say we go and give this new King a warm welcome?"
Without another word, the King stood up, the clinking sound of jewelry echoing slightly in the throne room. He made the orders to gather up the entire Imperial Fleet, commanding them to prepare for another invasion. Though rather unwilling, the soldiers grudgingly gathered their weapons and materials and prepared for the upcoming invasion.
Unknownst to the roaring kingdom, there would be an encounter that would change the fate of a select group in the near and far off futures.
It would be a warm welcome, indeed.