A general born to rule

the plan begins

Marcus finished his radio transmission to the Valorcrest command center, his voice steady as he gave the instructions, “Valorcrest Command, this is Marcus. Begin preparing the shipment of machinery and iron as we discussed. Coordinate with Darkthar to include shipments of shadowstone and those rare herbs. ETA and confirmation on arrival, over.”

A clear acknowledgment came through, and Marcus looked over to Sam and Reynard with a nod of satisfaction. “Let’s take a tour of your empire, Reynard,” Marcus said, a smile hinting at his genuine curiosity.

Reynard chuckled. “I think you’ll find it’s a work in progress, but let’s show you around.”

They exited the command center, stepping into a well-crafted carriage already waiting to take them through the heart of Reynard’s empire. As they traveled, they passed bustling streets with a mix of Victorian-style architecture, quaint merchant stalls, and patrolling guards who snapped to attention as their carriage rolled by. They soon reached the military barracks, where rows of soldiers were diligently training. Muskets and swords were stacked in racks, and a few cannons stood ready along the perimeter.

Marcus watched the scene intently. “It’s impressive, Reynard. You’ve managed to balance this blend of modern tactics and historical weaponry well.”

Reynard nodded, pride in his gaze. “It’s been a challenge, but one worth undertaking. The troops here may lack advanced weapons, but discipline and training can make them formidable nonetheless.”

Meanwhile, in a separate carriage, Lady Lisara was seated with Alara, Aislin, Seraphine, Queen Elandra, and Empress Valdrianna. The mood was lighthearted as they journeyed toward the city’s shopping district. As they stepped out and began browsing through shops filled with vibrant fabrics and ornate accessories, Lisara smiled warmly at the women. “Reynard may be the one who commands the troops, but I keep things running smoothly. He wouldn’t know the first thing about ordering clothes or entertaining diplomats.”

Alara chuckled, glancing toward Aislin and Seraphine, who each had eyes for Sam. “That sounds like Sam, too—he’s all about his missions, and I handle the rest,” she added with a wink.

Aislin agreed, her eyes sparkling. “He might seem intense on the outside, but he has a way of making us feel valued. That’s why we’re here.”

Queen Elandra and Empress Valdrianna shared knowing smiles, and Valdrianna chimed in. “And Marcus is the same. Beneath that tactical mind and sharp focus is someone deeply caring. Even as he commands armies and coordinates operations, he’s devoted to us.”

Elandra leaned forward, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “We’re more than just rulers or fighters to him. He treats us like equals and partners, and it’s that strength of his that keeps us by his side.”

Lisara raised her teacup with a knowing smile. “It sounds like we all have a bit of a wild journey ahead of us, then.”

After finishing their tea, they returned to the castle just as the evening set in. The group shared stories about their day over dinner, and then everyone retired to their respective rooms, knowing tomorrow would bring the start of something big. As dawn approached, they each prepared for the tasks ahead, the energy buzzing with anticipation for the new alliance and shared purpose that lay ahead.

As dawn's light filtered softly into the room, Marcus stirred, stretching only to find himself pinned by two forms. Empress Valdrianna, with her tall, strong frame, lay curled around him, her arm draped heavily across his chest. Her warmth was comforting, her soft breaths steady, but her dragonkin strength was making it nearly impossible for him to move. Dark Elf Queen Elandra lay atop him as well, her long silver hair spilling over his chest as she held him in a sleep-deepened embrace.