Expansion Into La Roja | The Deal of Peace and Salvation

[Hildrabrenna]

The dawn sun cast a crimson glow over the rugged landscape of La Roja as Celeste, the Red Mage, and Hildrabrenna, the Blood Witch, approached the towering gates of the royal palace. The air was thick with tension, but also with the undeniable scent of victory. The news of Espada’s conquests in Burgo, Hulva, and Burganna had traveled faster than the wind, and now, the rulers of La Roja would be forced to reckon with the might of the Night Court.

Celeste’s crimson robes billowed as she stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with a confident intensity that matched the fire within her. Beside her, Hildrabrenna moved with a graceful but ominous poise, her presence shrouded in an aura of dark magic that made the guards at the gates hesitate before daring to challenge them.

The victory at Burgo was still fresh in their minds—a city that had been reduced to submission under the banner of the Espadian king, a being who was no mere mortal but one they now whispered of as a god. The bloodshed in Hulva and the storming of Burganna had only solidified the Night Court's dominance. Now, La Roja's rulers faced a choice: bow to the inevitable or face annihilation.

Celeste halted before the gates, her voice resonating with power as she spoke to the captain of the guard. “We come in the name of King Marcus of Espada, the god who has claimed dominion over all who dare stand in his way. We bring terms—terms that your royal family would be wise to accept.”

Hildrabrenna stepped forward, her voice a whisper that seemed to slither through the minds of those who heard it. “Our king is merciful, even to those who tremble at his name. We offer you the chance to kneel and serve, to join in the new order that will rise from the ashes of your enemies. Or you may refuse, and witness your bloodline end by the same fate as those who have fallen before you.”

The guards, pale and shaken, quickly moved to open the gates, allowing Celeste and Hildrabrenna passage into the palace. As they entered, the cold stone walls seemed to echo with the weight of the decision that the royal family would soon be forced to make. There was no doubt in either mage’s mind that the terms they carried would not only be accepted but would solidify Espada’s unstoppable march across the provinces.

As they approached the throne room, Celeste exchanged a knowing glance with Hildrabrenna. This was not just a negotiation; it was a declaration of a new era. The royal family would have no choice but to submit, for they now faced not just an army, but the wrath of a god.

 

[The Night Court]

The heavy doors to the throne room creaked open, revealing the Royal Court of La Roja. At the far end, seated on a grand chair of stone and velvet, was King Arturo. His face was stern, his posture rigid as his eyes flickered between the two women who dared walk into his hall with such confidence. Flanking him were his advisors and guards, all dressed in the deep crimson and gold colors of the Roja banner.

As Hildrabrenna and Celeste approached, King Arturo rose, his voice a low rumble of defiance. “You come to my province bearing terms as if you’ve already claimed it. Do you think we are so easily cowed by tales of your victories in distant lands? La Roja is not Burgo or Hulva. We do not bow to tyrants or so-called gods.”

A murmur of agreement rippled through the court as the king’s words struck the air with heavy weight. The advisors nodded, and a few guards clutched their weapons tighter, ready to defend their sovereign if need be.

Hildrabrenna’s lips curled into a dark, knowing smile, her eyes glinting with amusement at the king’s boldness. “King Arturo,” she began, her voice dripping with mock sympathy, “I understand the weight of your crown makes you feel invincible. But you must not confuse stubborn pride with strength. We have not come to simply conquer—though that is always an option. We come bearing terms that offer you and your bloodline a way forward, untouched by ruin.”

She paused, letting her words sink in before continuing. “Your lands, your wealth, your people—they could all remain in your hands. Under the rule of Espada, yes, but with you still seated as lord over La Roja. In exchange, all we ask is for your fealty to King Marcus, your tribute to his empire, and your respect for the natural order of things. This is mercy, King Arturo, a mercy you will not see from others.”

The court stirred uncomfortably as Hildrabrenna’s gaze swept over them like a predator eyeing prey. King Arturo clenched his jaw, his fists tightening on the arms of his throne.

Before the king could retort, Celeste stepped forward, her voice cutting through the tension with icy precision. “Let us not mince words, Your Majesty. We are offering you survival. You’ve heard the stories. Burgo fell. Hulva fell. Burganna fell. And they were stronger than you. Do you truly believe that you can stand against us, against *him*? Our king is no mortal. He is the god you and your people will come to worship, willingly or not.”

She took a step closer, her crimson eyes locked with the king’s. “The terms are generous because they reflect his benevolence. But refuse, and La Roja will be another province added to the ashes of those who were too foolish to see the future that awaits.”

The air in the throne room grew thick, the gravity of their words pressing down on the court. Hildrabrenna nodded, a flicker of dark magic pulsing through her as she spoke again, her voice a sinister whisper. “You have a choice, King Arturo. Accept the terms, keep your throne, your wealth, and your bloodline. Or reject us, and your people will weep as their land is drowned in blood, while you and your legacy are reduced to whispers in the dark.”

King Arturo’s face was pale but defiant. He stood frozen for a moment, his eyes burning with conflicting thoughts. The court held its breath, waiting for the king’s response to what could be his salvation—or his doom.

 

[Kingdom Of Espada]

King Arturo’s expression shifted as the weight of the terms settled over him. His pride still burned beneath his calm exterior, but he understood the reality of his situation. He had to balance the survival of La Roja with its autonomy, and the decision could not be made lightly. With measured restraint, he raised his hand, signaling for silence in the court before addressing Celeste and Hildrabrenna.

“You present a compelling offer,” he began, his voice steady but with an edge of caution. “The might of Espada is not to be doubted, and I do not wish to bring ruin to my people by making a hasty decision. However, I must consult with my advisors before I can give you my final answer. This choice will shape the future of La Roja for generations, and it is not one I can make alone.”

He stepped forward, his gaze meeting theirs with a sense of gravity. “Allow me time to deliberate. I ask for one day to convene with my council. At dawn tomorrow, you will have my decision. You may stay within our walls as guests of the court during this time.”

The court murmured quietly as the king spoke, his words resonating with the weight of leadership and responsibility. His posture was that of a man who understood the consequences of his actions but sought to protect his people from unnecessary harm.

Hildrabrenna exchanged a glance with Celeste, her eyes narrowing slightly. After a beat, Hildrabrenna nodded, her tone polite but tinged with the faintest hint of warning. “One day, then. But know this, King Arturo—we are patient, yet not without limits. When dawn breaks, we will expect your full commitment, or the terms will change. Espada does not wait forever.”

Celeste, more composed, offered a small, understanding nod. “It is only wise to seek counsel on matters of such importance. Take your time, but remember: a decision must be made. Tomorrow, we expect an answer. And we trust it will be the right one.”

King Arturo inclined his head in acknowledgment. “I understand, and I appreciate your patience. You will have my decision by dawn.”

With that, the king signaled to a steward to escort the two women to their quarters within the palace. As they left, the air in the throne room was thick with the uncertainty of the hours to come. King Arturo turned to his advisors, his face stern. The time for deliberation had come, and the fate of La Roja now hung in the balance.

 

[The Night Court]

Hildrabrenna and Celeste left the throne room in silence, their footsteps echoing down the grand hallway as they were escorted out of the castle. Once outside, the warm breeze of La Roja greeted them, carrying with it the faint smell of spices and the hum of city life. The capital bustled with activity, a stark contrast to the tension-filled negotiations they had just departed.

As they stepped onto the streets, Hildrabrenna cast a sideways glance at Celeste, her voice low and filled with a slight irritation. “One day of waiting. Such a trivial request, but still, time wasted.”

Celeste smirked slightly, her eyes scanning the vibrant streets. “It’s no surprise. The king is trying to preserve his pride while pretending to hold onto some semblance of control. But in the end, he knows what choice he has to make.”

They walked deeper into the city, their presence drawing curious and wary glances from the locals. The colors of La Roja were vivid—reds and golds adorned the walls, and the marketplace was alive with vendors calling out to passersby. Despite the beauty of the city, an underlying tension lingered, a sense that the people knew the tides of change were approaching.

As they moved, Hildrabrenna’s expression softened into something far more predatory. She tilted her head back slightly, her eyes glowing with a faint crimson as she reached out telepathically to the Night Court’s army waiting beyond the city.

“Be still,” her voice rippled through the minds of the commanding officers and soldiers, “We remain in the city for another day. King Arturo requires time to deliberate, though I suspect his mind is already made. Do not be alarmed by our delay. La Roja will fall into our grasp, one way or another. There is no threat here. Rest and remain prepared.”

The response from the army was a wave of calm acceptance, though it was clear they were ready to move at a moment’s notice. Hildrabrenna severed the link, her eyes returning to their usual dark, glinting gaze.

Celeste had been observing the architecture of the city, the intricate carvings on the stone walls and the flourishing gardens that spilled out onto the streets. “It’s quite beautiful here,” she mused, her voice thoughtful. “La Roja has a certain charm. It’s a pity they resist us. They could thrive under our King’s rule.”

Hildrabrenna chuckled softly, “They will thrive—or burn. It’s their choice.”

They continued to wander through the city, blending into the rhythm of daily life around them. The people of La Roja eyed them cautiously but did not approach. The sight of two powerful emissaries from Espada was enough to keep even the boldest of citizens at a distance.

As they passed through the central market, Hildrabrenna’s gaze lingered on a group of children playing with wooden swords, mimicking the battles they had heard about from neighboring provinces. “Soon enough,” she murmured, “they’ll be learning to serve in the Espadian army, fighting in real wars.”

Celeste nodded, her voice low. “And their king will either lead them there willingly or leave them orphaned in the wake of his defiance.”

The two women continued their exploration, knowing that the city before them was likely on the brink of transformation. The streets of La Roja might soon echo with the boots of Espadian soldiers, and the people would look upon their king with either respect or regret. One way or another, they knew that come dawn, the future of La Roja would be sealed.

 

[Kingdom Of Espada]

King Arturo sat back on his throne after Hildrabrenna and Celeste departed, the echo of the heavy doors closing behind them reverberating in the chamber. The tension that had gripped the room moments earlier still lingered, but now there was space to breathe, space to think. The king’s advisors, standing nearby, waited in silence as he gathered his thoughts.

After a long pause, he spoke. “We are at a crossroads,” Arturo began, his voice steady but somber. “The forces of Espada are unlike anything we’ve seen before. They’ve already crushed Burgo, Hulva, and Burganna. Resistance would mean the same fate for La Roja.”

One of his senior advisors, a graying man named Lord Esteban, stepped forward. “Your Majesty, they bring promises of prosperity under their rule. Tribute, yes, but they offer protection in return. We’ve heard reports of how the cities under their control are still intact. They don’t destroy without reason, and they seem to respect tradition.”

Another advisor, Lady Valeria, frowned, shaking her head. “But can we trust them? Espada’s reputation is built on fear and domination. This Marcus they speak of—some say he’s no man, but a god. What kind of future are we walking into, bowing to something we don’t understand?”

King Arturo tapped his fingers against the armrest of his throne, considering their words. “Fear is a weapon, yes. But it’s also a tool of survival. What we must ask ourselves is whether this alliance will bring us prosperity or chains.”

Lord Esteban’s voice softened, “I believe the terms they’ve offered are favorable, Your Majesty. If we accept, La Roja can maintain its traditions and our royal house can continue ruling—under Marcus’s banner, yes—but with a level of autonomy. It’s the best chance we have to preserve what we’ve built.”

Lady Valeria, ever the skeptic, interjected again. “And if we accept, we lose our independence. We’re no longer our own kingdom. We become part of an empire ruled by a man—or god—we’ve never seen. What happens when Marcus tires of us or decides our traditions no longer suit his vision?”

King Arturo’s brow furrowed. Both arguments were valid, and the weight of the decision pressed down on him like never before. He rose from his throne and walked slowly toward the grand window overlooking the city. The sun was beginning to set, casting a golden glow over La Roja. This city, its people, their history—they were his responsibility.

“The people look to me for protection,” he said quietly, still gazing out the window. “And that protection is something I cannot guarantee if we stand alone. We cannot fight them. The power of Espada is too great.”

He turned to face his advisors, his expression resolute. “We will submit to Espada, but on our terms. La Roja will maintain its traditions, and I will continue to rule. The people will remain free, and our forces will be integrated into their armies. If they are true to their word, La Roja will thrive under this new alliance.”

There was a murmur of agreement among the advisors. Even Lady Valeria, though reluctant, nodded. She knew that resisting Espada would only lead to ruin.

“And if Marcus ever does turn his gaze toward oppression,” the king added, his voice firm, “we will have our place within their empire. We will know their strengths and weaknesses, and when the time is right, we will act.”

Lord Esteban nodded. “A wise decision, Your Majesty.”

King Arturo took a deep breath, the weight of the kingdom’s future settling on his shoulders. “Prepare the court for tomorrow’s announcement. I will give Hildrabrenna and Celeste our decision at dawn. We submit—but La Roja remains strong.”

With that, the advisors bowed and left the throne room to make preparations. King Arturo remained by the window, watching as the last rays of sunlight faded into twilight. La Roja’s future would now be tied to the fate of the Espadian Empire, but for the moment, they had secured their survival.

 

[The Night Court]

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting La Roja in shades of deep red and violet, Hildrabrenna and Celeste continued their walk through the city, observing with a more strategic eye. The warm glow of lanterns began to light the narrow streets, while the vibrant sounds of music and conversation drifted from nearby taverns and plazas. The city was alive, but it was not unaware of the foreign presence among them.

Hildrabrenna's eyes glowed faintly in the dim light as they passed an open courtyard where musicians played lively tunes on lutes and drums. The people, young and old, gathered to watch, some dancing in the firelight. She took in the scene, her sharp gaze assessing every detail.

"This culture of music and dance,” Hildrabrenna murmured, “it’s strong. The people here draw energy from their traditions. It will help keep them grounded when they integrate into Espada—something familiar amidst change.”

Celeste nodded thoughtfully, her eyes drawn to a nearby group of artisans displaying colorful tapestries and intricate wood carvings. "They take pride in their craft. That’s something we can use. They’ll be useful not just as soldiers, but as tradespeople, artists, and builders. The province has a richness we shouldn’t lose. Under Marcus’s rule, their talents could expand, grow into something far more valuable."

The city’s architecture was another point of interest. The stonework of the grand cathedral they passed was impressive, adorned with carved reliefs of their gods and myths, stories passed down through generations. Hildrabrenna’s eyes lingered on the symbols, understanding the power of belief that ran through this place.

“They are tied to their gods,” Hildrabrenna observed, her voice low. “Their faith is strong. Perhaps Marcus will allow them to continue worshipping. Faith, after all, is another tool we can use. We’ve seen it before—people will follow a god if they believe in him.”

Celeste smirked, catching the faint hint of irony in Hildrabrenna’s tone. “Especially if their god walks among them.”

They continued down a street lined with merchants selling spices, jewelry, and trinkets. Celeste slowed, picking up a finely crafted silver ring from one of the stalls. She studied the craftsmanship, turning it over in her hand before placing it back.

"Their craftsmanship rivals some of our best back in Espada,” she remarked. “They could provide much for our empire—trade, art, even magic if their traditions allow it.”

Hildrabrenna glanced over at her, a slight nod of agreement. “Indeed. The people of La Roja are not just fighters. They could become integral to the prosperity of Espada, contributing to our culture rather than merely submitting to it.”

As they made their way toward the central plaza, they came upon a festival in full swing. Brightly colored fabrics decorated the square, and performers moved gracefully across a makeshift stage, reenacting historical battles with exaggerated movements and humor. The crowd cheered and laughed, seemingly unaware of the looming political decisions that would soon shape their future.

Celeste leaned in slightly to Hildrabrenna. “They celebrate their history, even if they don’t fully understand how it’s about to change. Their spirit will make for good allies—or loyal subjects.”

Hildrabrenna’s smile was almost predatory as she watched the performers. “Their history will soon be part of ours. And the best part is, they won’t even realize how seamlessly it happens. By the time they understand, it’ll be too late to resist.”

As the night grew deeper, the city’s energy shifted. Taverns filled with patrons, and laughter echoed through the streets, mixing with the sounds of clinking glasses and conversations in the tavern doors left ajar. Hildrabrenna and Celeste walked through the quieter streets now, more distant from the central festivities. The hum of the city was still palpable, but the night belonged to the shadows as much as the light.

They passed by the barracks where soldiers were training, the clang of steel still ringing out even in the late hours. Hildrabrenna observed them closely. “They’re disciplined, but they lack real battle experience. If they’re integrated into the Espadian army, they’ll need to be retrained.”

Celeste watched for a moment longer before turning to face Hildrabrenna. “That won’t be difficult. Once they see the power of our forces, they’ll fall in line. The strength of Espada will become theirs.”

Hildrabrenna’s lips curled into a faint smile as they neared the royal gardens. The peaceful serenity of the gardens contrasted with the rest of the city, filled with fragrant flowers and lush greenery. “This city has much to offer. Its culture, its beauty, its strength. La Roja will make a fine addition to Marcus’s empire.”

Celeste agreed, her eyes scanning the night sky. “And they’ll come to accept it, sooner than they think.”

They paused by the fountain at the center of the garden, the water glistening in the moonlight. The city stretched out before them, alive with music, laughter, and the last remnants of freedom that would soon fall under Espada’s influence.

“I’ll send an update to the army,” Hildrabrenna said, her eyes glowing as she reached out telepathically. *"The city remains calm, and we have surveyed the key areas. The king will give his decision soon. Be ready to move at first light, though we expect no resistance."*

As the night deepened, Hildrabrenna and Celeste remained in the shadows of the garden, watching as La Roja unknowingly stood on the edge of transformation. The city, with its rich history and vibrant culture, would soon become part of the ever-growing Espadian empire—whether by choice or by force.

 

[Kingdom Of Espada]

At the break of dawn, the golden light crept over the city of La Roja, casting long shadows on the streets as the first stirrings of life emerged. Hildrabrenna and Celeste walked toward the castle, their steps purposeful as they approached the gates. The guards, standing rigid in their posts, stepped aside without a word. The air was tense, but not hostile—more a reflection of anticipation than anything else.

The heavy doors of the royal hall swung open as the two Espadian envoys entered. The king sat on his throne, flanked by a small council of advisors, their faces drawn and weary after what was clearly a long night of deliberation. His expression, however, was unreadable, a mask of regality and diplomacy.

"Your Majesty," Hildrabrenna greeted as she and Celeste stood before the throne, their presence commanding but not threatening.

The king rose slowly, his gaze sweeping over them before finally settling. “Lady Hildrabrenna, Lady Celeste,” he began, his voice steady but thoughtful, “I have spoken with my advisors, and we have reached a decision.”

He stepped forward, his hands clasped behind his back as he addressed them both directly. “The terms that Espada has offered are... generous, as I’ve said before. And though La Roja has long been proud and independent, we cannot ignore the reality before us. Your victories in Burgo, Hulva, and Burganna have made it clear that resistance would only lead to destruction—and I have no desire to see my people suffer unnecessarily.”

There was a pause, his gaze shifting momentarily to his advisors, who all nodded their agreement. The king sighed softly, as though the weight of the decision bore down on him.

“We will accept the terms of Espada’s rule. La Roja will pledge its loyalty to King Marcus, and in return, we will be allowed to keep our traditions, our culture, and our place within the kingdom—under your protection.”

Hildrabrenna and Celeste exchanged a brief glance before Hildrabrenna stepped forward. “You’ve made a wise decision, Your Majesty. Under King Marcus’s rule, La Roja will not only survive, but thrive. Your kingdom will benefit from the strength of Espada.”

The king nodded, his expression somber but resolute. “That is my hope. I will do what is necessary to ensure a smooth transition for my people. There will be no resistance, and we will assist in any way required.”

Celeste stepped forward now, her voice calm and reassuring. “Your loyalty will be rewarded. Espada has no desire to destroy what makes La Roja unique. In fact, we seek to strengthen it. Your people, your culture, your artisans and soldiers—they will all have a place in the future we are building.”

The king’s face softened slightly, as though some part of the burden had lifted. “Then it is settled. I will make the necessary preparations to inform the city and ensure the transition of power proceeds without conflict.”

Hildrabrenna inclined her head respectfully. “We will inform our forces to begin the process of integration. You will be given the autonomy to rule your people under King Marcus’s oversight. We expect that by the time the sun sets today, La Roja will be fully aligned with Espada.”

The king nodded again, this time with a sense of finality. “It will be done.”

With the agreement solidified, Hildrabrenna and Celeste turned to leave, their purpose complete. The dawn had brought with it a new chapter for La Roja—one where the kingdom would flourish under the Espadian banner. As they walked back through the palace corridors, the faint echo of the king’s words lingered in the air, a reminder of the delicate balance they had maintained.

Outside, the city stirred in earnest, unaware of the monumental change about to take place. For Hildrabrenna and Celeste, there was no triumph or arrogance in their steps—only the certainty that another province had come under Espada’s reign, and that their empire was one step closer to unifying the lands under Marcus’s god-like rule.

As they made their way back to the heart of the city, Hildrabrenna reached out telepathically to the army stationed outside the gates. "The king has accepted. The city is ours. Begin preparations for the next phase. No blood will be shed today."

Celeste glanced at the rising sun. “Another kingdom claimed.”

Hildrabrenna’s lips curled into a faint smile. “And many more to follow.”

 

[Hildrabrenna]

As the early morning sun bathed the city of La Roja in soft golden light, Hildrabrenna gathered her advisors in a secluded chamber within the castle. The king’s agreement had sealed the fate of the city, and now came the more complex task of weaving La Roja into the intricate web of Espada’s empire. She sat at the head of the table, her eyes sharp and focused as she considered every angle of the upcoming integration.

Celeste stood nearby, her presence a constant reminder of Espada’s magical might. Hildrabrenna turned to her first.

“Celeste,” Hildrabrenna began, “La Roja’s people respect magic, but they need to feel its power in a way they can understand. We need someone to oversee the transition, not only from a strategic perspective but also to ensure the culture, rituals, and arcane practices are aligned with Espada’s goals. You’ve demonstrated your capability time and again. I want you to lead the cabal that will oversee this region.”

Celeste gave a slow nod, understanding the weight of the responsibility being placed on her. “It would be my honor, Hildrabrenna. The magic here is potent, but it’s fragmented. Under our guidance, we can unify their arcane practices with our own and strengthen Espada’s reach.”

Hildrabrenna’s gaze sharpened. “Precisely. We’ll need to be cautious. Their faith is strong, but we can turn that to our advantage. You’ll work closely with the king’s court to ensure that their beliefs don’t stray too far, and if they do, we’ll subtly realign them.”

She then turned to one of the army commanders standing nearby, a seasoned veteran named General Malvian. His broad shoulders and stern demeanor commanded respect, and he was known for his meticulous approach to integration in newly conquered provinces.

“General Malvian,” Hildrabrenna continued, “you’ll oversee the integration of La Roja’s military forces. We can’t afford any disunity, and we certainly can’t let them remain too independent. Learn everything you can about their tactics, their strategies, and any technology they might possess that we can use. Then, fold them into our ranks.”

Malvian bowed slightly. “I’ll begin at once, Lady Hildrabrenna. Their forces are disciplined, but not battle-hardened like ours. I’ll make sure they’re trained to Espadian standards.”

“And if there’s resistance?” Celeste asked, her voice calm but edged with curiosity.

Hildrabrenna’s gaze flickered briefly, a cold smile touching her lips. “There won’t be. La Roja knows what happens when people resist Espada. But if someone forgets that lesson, remind them.”

Malvian gave a curt nod, understanding the implicit command.

Next, Hildrabrenna turned to the final piece of her plan—the financial integration. She addressed Captain Lorren, one of Espada’s more business-savvy commanders, who had worked closely with the Master of Coin in previous campaigns.

“Captain Lorren, I’ll need you to work with our Master of Coin to evaluate La Roja’s resources. Their artisans are skilled, their trades are prosperous, and their wealth will be a great asset. Ensure we know every coin in their vaults, every valuable trade route, and any hidden resources they may have kept secret. We’ll expand their resources under our banner and make sure they’re directed toward strengthening Espada’s economy.”

Lorren nodded, already mentally preparing for the task ahead. “I’ll oversee the audits myself, Lady Hildrabrenna. With the Master of Coin’s help, we’ll ensure every aspect of their economy serves the empire.”

Hildrabrenna leaned back, her eyes narrowing in thought as she surveyed her team. “This must be seamless. La Roja will not simply bend to Espada—they will become part of us, their identity reshaped until they can no longer remember what it was like to be independent. If we do this right, we won’t need swords to enforce our rule. Their own people will ensure it.”

Her advisors stood, understanding the gravity of their mission.

“Celeste,” Hildrabrenna said finally, her voice soft but commanding, “make sure the king remains cooperative. He may have pledged loyalty, but there’s always the risk of regret. Keep him close, and remind him that Marcus’s generosity is not endless.”

Celeste smiled faintly. “Of course. He won’t stray.”

As they dispersed to begin their tasks, Hildrabrenna remained in the chamber for a moment longer, her thoughts already turning to the next steps. La Roja would be integrated into Espada’s empire—its people, its resources, and its culture absorbed like all the others. But Hildrabrenna knew that success depended on subtlety as much as force.

Soon, La Roja would forget it had ever been anything other than Espadian. And Hildrabrenna would ensure that the transition was as smooth—and complete—as possible.

 

[The Night Court]

Celeste walked through the grand halls of La Roja’s palace, her mind occupied with the task ahead. The kingdom was not a place steeped in arcane knowledge, as some of Espada's other conquests had been. La Roja’s strength came from its faith—a deep-rooted, fervent belief in the divine rights bestowed upon its royal family and people. They acknowledged magic, but to them, it was more a blessing of the gods than something to be wielded or studied.

As she exited the palace, Celeste headed towards the city's heart, where towering cathedrals and grand statues of saints and deities dominated the landscape. The city's devotion was palpable in every corner, from the hymns echoing through the streets to the intricately carved icons placed at nearly every home.

Her task here was not to impose Espada’s more direct use of magic, but rather to weave their influence into the fabric of La Roja’s faith—carefully, subtly. She had spent the morning speaking with the royal advisors, learning how religion governed every aspect of life here, from the rulership of the king to the simple lives of the common folk. They viewed power, including the kingdom’s, as divinely ordained. Celeste knew that Espada would need to respect this if they wanted La Roja’s people to accept their rule.

Celeste paused before one of the largest cathedrals, its towering spires casting long shadows over the cobbled streets. Inside, she would meet with the city’s high priests to discuss how Espada’s philosophy and La Roja’s faith could coexist. She would need to tread carefully, ensuring they believed that Espada’s rule was not in conflict with their beliefs but rather a continuation of the divine will.

Inside the cathedral, the air was thick with incense and the soft chanting of prayers. Celeste bowed her head slightly, acknowledging the gravity of the place, before approaching the high priests who awaited her. They were cautious, but their respect for the Espadian emissary was clear.

“Espada honors the faith of La Roja,” Celeste began, her voice calm and measured. “Our leader, King Marcus, understands the divine right of rulers. He himself has been called a god by those who have seen his power. It is clear to us that the gods have smiled upon La Roja, and it is our hope to ensure this kingdom flourishes under Espada’s banner.”

The high priests exchanged thoughtful glances, intrigued but still guarded. “The people of La Roja follow the will of the gods,” one of them said. “If it is the gods’ will that we join Espada, we will listen, but we must be certain that our faith is protected.”

Celeste nodded. “Of course. King Marcus respects the faith of all those who pledge loyalty to Espada. We would not seek to change the foundation of your beliefs but to strengthen them. La Roja will maintain its religious practices, and we will work with your priests to ensure that the divine rights of your people and king are honored.”

Satisfied for now with the priests' cautious approval, Celeste left the cathedral, knowing that the groundwork had been laid. It would be a delicate process, but Espada had no intention of crushing La Roja’s religious traditions—rather, they would use them as a bridge to ensure loyalty.

As Celeste walked through the winding streets, she observed the city's culture more closely. La Roja’s devotion to the gods was evident in every festival, every market stall, and every conversation she overheard. Yet, underneath that pious veneer was a society ripe for growth, one that could greatly benefit from Espada’s resources and structured governance. Espada would offer them stability, wealth, and protection—something the gods alone could not.

Later that evening, Celeste sat with Hildrabrenna and the advisors in their chambers, laying out a more defined plan. “La Roja’s faith is deeply ingrained,” she said. “We won’t challenge it. Instead, we should focus on showing them how Espada’s rule can fulfill their divine destiny. Their people already see power as divinely appointed—Marcus will be seen as part of that divine plan. As for the king, he will be the figurehead, ruling under Marcus’s guidance.”

Hildrabrenna nodded, her sharp mind already planning the next steps. “And their military?”

“One of our commanders will oversee the integration of their forces into Espada’s,” Celeste continued. “They may not rely on magic, but their strategies are precise, and they have unique defensive techniques. We can learn from them, just as they can learn from us. In time, they will serve Marcus as loyal soldiers.”

Hildrabrenna agreed, her eyes calculating. “And their wealth? Their economy?”

“Captain Lorren is already working with the Master of Coin to assess their finances,” Celeste said. “La Roja’s trade networks are strong, and their artisans are skilled. We’ll expand their reach and ensure their wealth flows into Espada’s coffers, benefiting both kingdoms.”

Hildrabrenna gave a small smile, satisfied with the progress. “Very well. We’ll proceed with the integration. La Roja will become part of Espada—not through force, but through faith. And once they realize their destiny lies with us, they will never think to look elsewhere.”

Celeste nodded, confident in the plan. The people of La Roja were devout, but they were also practical. Espada would not take their faith from them, but rather, they would show them that their gods had brought Espada to their doorstep for a reason.

And in time, the city of La Roja would stand as another proud pillar of Espada’s growing empire.

 

[Hildrabrenna]

Hildrabrenna sat at the head of the council chamber, her fingers drumming thoughtfully on the table as Celeste continued her briefing. Around them, a select group of advisors and key supporters were hard at work, each dedicated to a specific facet of La Roja’s integration into Espada’s dominion. Papers were scattered across the polished wood, detailing military strategies, economic assessments, and religious negotiations. The weight of so many moving pieces required precision and focus—two things Hildrabrenna excelled at.

"Celeste," Hildrabrenna said, her voice steady but commanding, "you've done well with the religious council. Ensuring the high priests remain supportive is crucial. Their influence over the people will help maintain stability during this transition."

Celeste nodded. "They’re cautious, but they’re listening. They understand that Espada isn’t here to destroy their faith, but to strengthen it. I’ll continue to work closely with them, ensuring the narrative of divine will aligns with King Marcus’s leadership."

Hildrabrenna's sharp eyes flicked toward the other advisors in the room. "Captain Lorren, what’s the progress on integrating the local forces? Their army may not be as vast as some of our conquests, but their defensive techniques could be useful."

Lorren, a seasoned commander, spoke up. "We’ve begun assessing their formations. Their strength lies in their fortifications, something we could improve upon and use to our advantage. I’ve assigned one of our officers to begin training their troops, slowly integrating our combat techniques without making it appear as if we’re replacing their own. They’ll serve Espada willingly soon enough."

"Good," Hildrabrenna responded, satisfied. "Ensure that your officers emphasize collaboration, not domination. We want their soldiers to feel like they’re becoming part of something greater, not being absorbed."

Next, she turned her attention to one of the economic advisors. "What about their finances? I want to know where their resources are concentrated and what can be expanded."

The advisor glanced at his notes. "Their economy is largely driven by local trade and craftsmanship, particularly their religious artifacts and textiles. They have strong connections with nearby provinces for trading, especially through the sea routes. With Espada’s backing, we can help expand their market and bring in more wealth. I’ve already spoken with the Master of Coin, and we’ll be conducting a more thorough audit in the coming days."

Hildrabrenna tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Focus on their artisans. La Roja has a reputation for producing items of religious and cultural significance. We can expand that into new markets under Espada’s banner, especially in provinces that share similar beliefs."

She glanced back at Celeste, her expression sharp but approving. "Celeste, I want you to oversee that expansion. Your understanding of their faith will ensure it’s done respectfully. Work with the Master of Coin to position La Roja’s goods as something desirable across all of Espada. Their religious icons, textiles, and craftsmanship will not only fuel their economy but also reinforce our control."

Celeste nodded, her expression thoughtful. "I’ll handle it. It’ll give the people a sense of pride, knowing their faith is spreading beyond their borders, all while contributing to Espada’s growth."

Hildrabrenna leaned back in her chair, her gaze shifting around the room, taking in the many tasks still ahead. "This isn’t just about conquering land. It’s about weaving La Roja into the fabric of Espada. Every aspect of their society, from their faith to their economy to their military, must feel connected to our empire. Once they see the benefits, they’ll embrace Espada as their future."

Her eyes locked onto each of her key players. "I trust you all to make this happen. Move carefully, but quickly. We don’t want to give them time to reconsider or resist. By the time the people realize what’s happening, they’ll already be part of Espada—and they’ll thank us for it."

As the meeting continued, Hildrabrenna gave further instructions, her mind constantly working to balance the delicate pieces of this integration. Each element—from military to faith to economy—had to fall into place, and Hildrabrenna was determined to ensure that it would.

After the council dispersed, Hildrabrenna lingered, turning to Celeste once more. "Keep an eye on the priests, Celeste. They’re key to keeping this kingdom stable, but they could also become a point of resistance if they feel threatened. We can’t afford to have them stir the people against us."

Celeste nodded. "I’ll manage them. We’ll move carefully."

Hildrabrenna gave a curt nod, her expression softening just a fraction. "Good. We’ve made progress, but there’s still much to do. We’ll need everyone at their sharpest if we’re to make this integration seamless."

With that, the two women parted ways to continue their respective duties. As they did, La Roja slowly but surely began to fall in line, another piece of the ever-expanding Espadian empire.