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Einhoren

Castle of Flowers

Princess Victoria Del Lagos and Rosemi De Lumix were both enjoying afternoon tea together.

Unbeknownst to Rosemi, Victoria currently had both a butt-plug and a small dildo plugging both her holes. The occasional butt-shift on the pillow made her feel good. As she would continuously sneak a little hip grind here and there.

The little mini sandwiches, the little cupcakes and scones were extremely delightful. Within Rosemi's hand was the latest war report. That stated, currently the human campaign had been entirely successful. Although initially experiencing set backs. Everything was now on track. Count Asai Trichia had been dominating his targets one after the other and was in position to march upon the elven capital, Vena.

Prince Victor Del Lagos was currently besieging Crea's Workshop. The defenders within had apparently bordered themselves in, unwilling to sally force and fight. Simply hiding and waiting for a miracle to happen. Thus, it was only a matter of weeks before the stone walls would crumble and the humans be able to also march upon Vena. Successfully advancing two fronts to their final destination.

Walter White, last reportedly was approaching Goddesses' Fountain, which is a spiritual landsite, one filled with shrines and nuns. The resistance was estimated to be non-existent. Thus, Walter White will be able to clear his final objective within time. Annexing the Crystal Quarry and mines, before advancing into Vena as reinforcements for the other two armies.

As the human armies ventured deeper into enemy territory. Naturally the flow of information would see increasing delays. So, no one questioned the delay when concerning Walter's front. The man had to travel the furthest distance out of them all.

Rosemi, had just finished reading the report. Filled with joy, she was quick to pass it to Princess Victoria.

"Owe!"

Victoria glanced down to find a papercut upon her index finger.

Rosemi, who had just taken a sip from her tea noticing a red stain upon the handle. In confusion, she looked at the fine ceramic before looking towards her own finger. Only to also find a paper cut that was rather deep.

The two frowned.

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Throne Room

Godfrey Del Lagos was seated upon his throne. To his left, just behind him was an empty smaller throne. To his right, another empty throne. The man dressed in his royal regalia was alone. He sat there waiting. No one knew what was in the man's mind.

He had spent the last few years in a back-seat position when it concerned the kingdom. Seemingly allowing his son Prince Victor to gain experience and prepare himself for when Godfrey decided to abdicate. Passing the throne on as he desired nothing but to retire and rest.

The sunlight illuminated the windows. The glass coloured in depictions of the angels and heavens above. 

A lone pigeon flew into the throne room. Perked upon the stone floor, it pecked around looking for food before flying back up towards the skies. Godfrey's gaze followed it up. Only to linger upon the clouds above.

For hours, the man continued to gaze upon the heavens.

"I... I am willing."

He spoke, seemingly to no one.