Chapter 2
Elizabeta looked up into the sun cascading down from the heavens, gentle as it may seem. It contrasted deeply with the ashen faces of her top military generals that screamed that it could not be done, that attacking Teuton is a horrible idea. While she did not particularly stomach the invasion of her homeland, she had to keep silent to not be seen as disloyal to the king. Indeed she has already gotten much criticism for her learning of martial arts from a young age and a way too open personality.
Sometimes, she thinks, it might have been better if she was born a male, as she looked at the openly furious men in the room with her. Her current King, Roderick, looked positively fuming, unlike his usually calm and composed disposition.
"He," Roderich sneered," has imposed trade sanctions onto our country, causing much suffering amongst our people. His war loving self has decimated his entire country and you want to bow to him, the mad prince for the sake of what, our dignity! I will not stand for this. We will mobilise our troops and make sure that they pay!"
Elizabeta winced, she knew exactly who he was talking about . Her childhood Friend, Gilbert Belshmidt, a man that had no rank in front of her and was one of the only men that ever respected for for what she was, a woman, other than her current husband, of course.
"Have you no idea about our military prowess? Teuton is much stronger than Nimsa in terms of military power and experience. We will not win this war! We don't even know the geography of the area well! You are throwing us into a war, fully knowing that he has already formulated the best plan to kill us all!" General Armstrong, a rather fit but somewhat feeble man screamed.
"Is that how you speak of the country, the crown? Have you forgotten now that we control Silesma, the spice capital of the Maadan area and much of the Asmath within the region! In terms of men and resources, we are superior. And about the problem of geography, this is where, my dear queen." Roderich stood up and held Elizabta's hand gently and smirked triumphantly to himself, "comes in. Nothing will ever stop the expansion of Nimsa, the most powerful kingdom in the world!"
Elizabeta, who at that point, had everyone looking at her flushed and composed herself quickly. She was no beginner at the art of politics, having been trained by the greatest political leaders in Teuton, spoke confidently and readily.
"You can trust in me, gentlemen. There is nothing to fear in this war and I will lend this country, my country, all of the support that you will need. I believe I have the most in depth knowledge about the area on hand right now. As Queen, all I ask is for you to be loyal to the crown and fight to your last breaths! For Nimsa! For the crown! Long live the King!!!" She said passionately, this should be enough to assuage the fears of her commiting treason to her country.
As if she would do something that disgraceful.
The next day, the first announcement of the impending war was announced to the people, with patriotic fervour. Many were willing to enlist in the military, as the economic downturn had left many without a job. And many more were angry at Teuton for almost eclipsing Nimsa's shine.
"For the glory of our land, our King, we toast tonight!", similar roars were heard all throughout the land. In that happy merry daze, the Queen had already concocted a plan to get her into the battlefield, and to face her Long time Friend. For as much as she loved her King and Nimsa, there was an old grudge that she had to settle. She went into her large closet in her room, and took out an ornately decorated sword from her younger days and wiped off the dust.
It was time, she thought, to let it taste some blood once more, that of the same people who forged it so many years ago. A maniacal smile appeared on her face. One thing cannot be denied, in terms of being a war monger, Gilbert was certainly not the only one. She held it up horizontally, admiring the sword. Tomorrow, the War will begin. Tomorrow, much blood will be spilled. Tomorrow, the course of history will change.
She smirked. The battle has just begun.