Expansion Into La Roja | The Deal of Peace and Salvation

[Hildrabrenna]

Hildrabrenna made her way through the castle halls, her steps deliberate and her mind racing with plans. The ceremony had solidified her as the High Priestess of La Roja, giving her not only religious authority but a foothold in a powerful and influential kingdom. It was a position that Marcus had given her, one that aligned with his divine rule—but Hildrabrenna had her own ambitions.

The title of High Priestess was more than just a role in Espada’s hierarchy. It was an opportunity to carve out her own domain, to build her influence beyond Marcus’ direct command while remaining loyal to his overarching rule. Espada’s victories were mounting, but Hildrabrenna had seen the shadows lurking within the Night Court—the rivalries, the ambition of others. Sylvia and Harrul were both quietly raising their own forces, and while they hadn’t yet made any overt moves against Marcus, Hildrabrenna wasn’t naive. Sooner or later, the balance of power within the Night Court would shift, and she intended to be ready when it did.

As she walked through the grand corridors of the castle, her mind shifted to her next move. The Ulfbiteen—wolves in Marcus’ court—were particularly dangerous. She never trusted them, and they had already amassed their own influence. They were cunning, like the Ashirra sect, who had once posed a threat to Marcus’ rule. Pure-blood vampires with their own lines had always been a volatile element in any power structure. Their ambition to carve out legacies of their own made them unpredictable, if not outright dangerous.

The Aumont line, Marcus’ bloodline, was to be preserved and protected at all costs. Hildrabrenna, as his first sired, had no intention of letting other bloodlines rise to challenge that. She had seen firsthand the threat the Ashirra posed, and she was determined not to let history repeat itself. The Ulfbiteen needed to be contained, kept in check before their ambitions could grow unchecked.

Reaching her private chambers, Hildrabrenna closed the heavy oak door behind her and sat at her writing desk, pulling out a parchment and ink. She would begin recruiting quietly, leveraging her new position as High Priestess. The faithful of La Roja could be molded into a loyal force—an army not just of warriors, but of spies, scholars, and loyal followers who would answer to her and her alone. She needed influence, yes, but more than that, she needed control over information, over power structures both visible and hidden.

She dipped her quill into the ink and began drafting her first orders. There would be new appointments within the church, individuals loyal to her rather than the broader Espada leadership. She would also send for some of her trusted followers from the Night Court, bringing them into La Roja under the guise of religious expansion. Sylvia and Harrul may have their armies, but Hildrabrenna’s would be built from the fabric of La Roja’s soul, from its faith and loyalty to Marcus—and by extension, to her.

Her eyes gleamed as she thought about her future. She was a faithful servant to Marcus, of course. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t rise within his court, solidifying her own power and ensuring that, should any other factions in the Night Court challenge the Aumont line, they would meet swift and merciless resistance.

This was only the beginning. Hildrabrenna had grander plans, and now, with her position secured in La Roja, she had the means to see them through.

 

[The Night Court]

Celeste moved through the streets of La Roja with calculated precision. While Hildrabrenna secured her position within the church, Celeste had been working tirelessly to win over the people—starting with their leaders. She knew that if she could gain the trust and loyalty of those with influence, the rest of the citizens would follow in time. But this was no simple task. La Roja’s leaders were a mix of old money, tradition, and local power, and many had concerns about Espada’s influence over their kingdom.

She had already met with several key figures, each with their own desires and fears. For some, the path to loyalty had been easy—status, titles, and wealth were enough to bring them into the fold. For others, it was a promise of security or a stronger standing within Espada’s growing empire. She offered carefully crafted deals, understanding that each leader required a unique touch.

Celeste had found that many local leaders were more than willing to listen if they saw personal benefit. She met with merchants and business heads, offering them protection in exchange for their cooperation. In return, she ensured that their trades continued to prosper under Espada’s rule, with the promise that they would have direct access to higher-ranking officials within the new regime.

For the nobility, it was titles and land. She had spoken with one particularly stubborn noble family, the Castellanos, who were wary of losing their ancestral influence. To sway them, Celeste offered a prestigious title within Espada’s new structure, elevating their social standing far beyond what La Roja could have ever offered. With that, their loyalty had been secured.

But not all had been so easily won over. As Celeste left one of the more opulent homes, she scribbled down notes in her journal, marking names and faces of those who had accepted her terms—and those who had not. Those who hesitated, who looked at her with suspicion, would need to be monitored. She knew better than to force anyone’s hand outright, but she made sure to discreetly gather intelligence on their activities. If dissent was to brew, she would be ready.

For those who resisted, Celeste began setting up a network of spies and informants, embedding them in places of influence. Taverns, trade halls, and even some of the more pious sections of the clergy became key espionage points. She would be able to gather the whispers and movements of dissenters long before any rebellion could take root.

A key figure of concern was the head of the artisans’ guild, a man named Felipe Cortes, who had strong influence over the local craftspeople and blacksmiths. He had been wary of Espada from the start, believing their promises too good to be true. Celeste had offered him wealth and support for the guild, but his resistance lingered. She made a note to keep an eye on him, ensuring that his activities were watched carefully.

As she continued her rounds, Celeste began to feel the subtle shift in the air. La Roja’s key figures were slowly aligning themselves with Espada, some for personal gain, others out of fear of being left behind. With every meeting, she swayed more hearts and minds, chipping away at the foundation of resistance. But she knew that those who remained opposed would need to be handled with care. Espada’s hold on the kingdom was growing, but it wasn’t yet absolute.

She returned to her quarters that evening, tired but satisfied with the day’s work. With every title given and every deal made, Espada’s influence deepened. Celeste looked over her list once more, noting the names of those who would need to be kept in line—and those who might one day become valuable allies.

Soon, the city’s dissenters would have no place to hide, and La Roja would be fully integrated into Marcus’ empire. Celeste’s next goal was simple: ensure that every remaining leader fell in line, one way or another. She would use whatever tools necessary to see it done—status, wealth, and, if needed, quiet observation and control. The people would come to see Espada not as an invader, but as a necessary and prosperous new way of life.

 

[Hildrabrenna]

Hildrabrenna walked with purpose toward the grand hall where the King of La Roja awaited. The recent shift in power had granted her a newfound status within the kingdom, but she knew that cementing her position wasn’t enough. To truly integrate La Roja into Espada’s domain, she would need the king’s continued cooperation—and a thorough discussion of the kingdom’s logistics.

As she entered the throne room, the king stood from his chair, clearly anticipating the conversation. He had accepted her role as the new High Priestess, but Hildrabrenna could sense that he was still feeling out his place in this new structure of power.

“Your Majesty,” Hildrabrenna greeted, bowing slightly, though the gesture was more formality than submission. She could tell that the King noticed it too. “I trust things have been progressing smoothly since our last meeting.”

The King nodded and gestured for her to sit at a smaller table, away from the formalities of the throne. “Indeed, High Priestess. Much has changed, and quickly. Your people have made impressive strides in integrating with ours. Still, I wanted to hear from you directly—what are your thoughts on how this is all unfolding?”

Hildrabrenna seated herself gracefully and smiled. “I’m pleased with the pace of progress, but I believe we’ve only just begun to scratch the surface. Espada has long thrived on both military and economic strength, and with La Roja’s unique cultural and religious standing, I see vast potential for a more complete integration. It’s a balancing act, of course. Your traditions are important, and we don’t seek to erase them.”

The King inclined his head thoughtfully. “And the church… The people are starting to see you as a legitimate spiritual authority, especially with the clergy’s backing. But there are murmurs, as there always are with change. What are your plans to ease the concerns of those more hesitant about this new direction?”

“I’ve already taken steps to assure the faithful that their traditions will be upheld,” Hildrabrenna replied smoothly. “We have no intention of disrupting the fabric of La Roja’s belief system. In fact, I believe we can amplify it. My role as High Priestess is not to replace what exists, but to guide it forward, with Marcus at the helm as the divine. The clergy supports this because they see the strength in our unity, and over time, the people will too.”

The King studied her for a moment before leaning back. “I’ve seen this working in part already. Still, there are questions about the logistical implications—particularly the management of resources, military integration, and finances. I assume you have a plan?”

“Of course.” Hildrabrenna straightened, her tone becoming more focused. “Regarding the military, Commander Lorren has already been working closely with your army’s leaders. We’re integrating your forces into Espada’s ranks while maintaining key elements of La Roja’s own strategies and technologies. This will give us a more adaptable and formidable force, one that retains the best of both worlds.”

The King nodded approvingly. “And the fortifications?”

“They are underway as we speak. Lorren has coordinated with the blacksmiths and engineers to begin improving defenses. La Roja will be both well-protected and ready to contribute to future campaigns, should the need arise. And, as High Priestess, I’ll have a hand in ensuring the spiritual readiness of the people, to instill unity in purpose.”

“And the economy?” the King pressed. “There’s been a great deal of movement—resources for all these new projects, funding military expansion and building infrastructure. The people are curious about how long this can last.”

“That’s where our Master of Coin comes in,” Hildrabrenna said. “We’ve already been working on expanding trade routes, tapping into Espada’s vast resources to supplement La Roja’s needs. Your kingdom is rich in cultural and religious influence, but we’ll build on that to ensure economic growth. My current projects are being carefully balanced against the kingdom’s existing structures. In time, the increased prosperity will quiet any lingering doubts.”

The King seemed to appreciate the thoroughness of her answers, but his expression still held a trace of caution. “It seems you’ve considered every angle. But I must ask—what are your personal ambitions here, High Priestess? You now hold sway over both the church and significant aspects of our kingdom’s affairs.”

Hildrabrenna met his gaze, her smile cool and calculated. “My ambitions are aligned with Marcus’ vision. As his first child and the High Priestess, my duty is to bring La Roja fully into Espada’s fold, yes—but also to ensure that this kingdom flourishes. I have no desire for discord or disruption, Your Majesty. You will remain a respected king, as long as we work together toward this shared future.”

The King remained silent for a moment, weighing her words. Then, finally, he nodded. “I trust your plans will bring the prosperity you speak of. But I will continue to watch, High Priestess, for the sake of my people.”

Hildrabrenna stood, satisfied. “Of course, Your Majesty. I wouldn’t expect anything less.” She gave a respectful bow before turning to leave the room, confident that she had secured not only the King’s cooperation but a critical foundation for her own influence in La Roja.

As she walked down the corridors of the castle, her mind raced with thoughts of her next move. Celeste was working diligently to sway the key leaders and integrate the citizens, and Lorren was handling the military. Now, it was time for Hildrabrenna to solidify her control over the religious aspects—and build her own base of power within this kingdom. She had the King’s trust, but she knew she would need to go beyond that to achieve her true ambitions.

 

[Kingdom Of Espada]

Lorren stood in the training grounds, overseeing the integration of La Roja’s soldiers into the Espadian ranks. The clang of metal rang through the air as soldiers drilled with newly forged weapons, their faces a mix of concentration and determination. Lorren’s sharp eyes scanned the field, watching as the men and women adapted to the Espadian combat formations. He was pleased with their progress—La Roja’s soldiers were disciplined and skilled, but now they were being trained to fight as part of a larger, more cohesive force.

“Focus on the timing!” Lorren barked to a group running through synchronized spear formations. “Your enemy won’t give you the luxury of hesitation. Move as one!”

The soldiers snapped into place, their spears gleaming under the afternoon sun as they moved in unison. Lorren nodded in approval. These soldiers would soon be ready to stand alongside Espada’s finest, but their training was just one part of the larger puzzle.

Leaving the training grounds, Lorren made his way toward the forge, where blacksmiths and engineers were hard at work developing new weapons and equipment. The fusion of Espadian and La Roja technologies was a key aspect of the integration plan. La Roja had unique tools and designs, some rooted in tradition and others more recent, while Espada brought innovation and efficiency. Together, they were creating something new.

“Master Jovar,” Lorren greeted the lead blacksmith, a broad-shouldered man with soot-covered hands. “How are the prototypes coming along?”

Jovar wiped his brow and pointed to a series of weapons laid out on a table—new crossbows with improved mechanisms, lightweight armor pieces, and even a set of reinforced shields. “We’re making good progress. These crossbows should increase accuracy and reload speed. The armor’s been tested for mobility, and it holds up under most strikes.”

Lorren picked up one of the crossbows, feeling its weight. “I want a demonstration. Get some of the best marksmen out here to test it on the range.”

Within moments, several soldiers were lined up with the new crossbows, aiming at targets placed far across the field. As they fired, the bolts flew with remarkable speed and precision, hitting their marks dead center. Lorren watched intently, his mind already turning toward further improvements.

“Impressive,” he said. “But let’s not stop here. I want more research into combining La Roja’s metallurgy techniques with Espadian innovations. There’s potential to make our weapons lighter without sacrificing durability. The shields—can we reinforce them further using their crafting methods?”

Jovar nodded. “We’re working on a new alloy that combines the best of both our materials. It should hold up even against the heaviest blows. The next batch will be ready for testing in a few days.”

“Good,” Lorren replied. “We need to stay ahead of any potential threats, and that means pushing the limits of what we can create.”

As the blacksmiths returned to their work, Lorren moved to another section of the forge where engineers were experimenting with more advanced technologies. Siege weaponry, enhanced by La Roja’s intricate designs, was being developed alongside new Espadian innovations. One device caught his attention—a lightweight cannon prototype that promised increased mobility on the battlefield.

“What’s the status on this?” Lorren asked one of the engineers.

“It’s nearly ready for field testing,” the engineer responded. “We’ve integrated La Roja’s precision mechanisms with Espadian firepower. It’s smaller, but it packs quite a punch.”

Lorren inspected the cannon, impressed by the compact design. “Prepare it for a demonstration. If it performs as expected, we’ll move forward with production.”

The engineer nodded and began preparations. Lorren, satisfied with the progress, turned his attention back to the larger goal—integrating the military forces of La Roja and Espada into a seamless, powerful machine. The weapons being forged here were just one aspect of that. Training, discipline, and unity were equally important.

Back at the training grounds, Lorren gathered the officers from both sides, outlining the next phase of integration. “We’re not just training soldiers to fight together,” he explained. “We’re merging two military traditions into something stronger. You’ll take the best tactics and strategies from both sides and incorporate them into your units. Keep your minds open—La Roja has much to offer, and so does Espada.”

As the officers listened, Lorren knew the road ahead was long, but the potential was vast. By combining the strengths of both nations, they would forge an army unlike any other. The weapons were evolving, the soldiers were adapting, and soon, Espada and La Roja would stand united in strength and purpose.

Lorren’s thoughts turned toward the future. With the right technology, training, and leadership, they would not only defend La Roja but extend Espada’s reach further across the land. The integration was not just a merger—it was a transformation, one that would ensure their dominance in the battles to come.

 

[The Night Court]

Celeste moved swiftly through the streets of La Roja, her presence commanding yet graceful as she interacted with key figures of the city. The integration of Espada into the hearts and minds of La Roja’s citizens was her mission, and she was relentless in its pursuit. Every conversation, every meeting with the local leaders, carried weight as she subtly sowed the seeds of loyalty to Marcus and Espada.

She approached a prominent merchant near the grand market, someone who had influence over the local trade routes. Their conversation was friendly, filled with exchanges about business and the growing opportunities that Espada’s rule would bring. As they spoke, Celeste offered the merchant incentives—greater access to trade within the provinces Espada now controlled, higher status within the market guild, and assurances that their prosperity would flourish under Marcus’ rule.

“You see,” she said smoothly, “Espada doesn’t wish to dismantle your traditions or your ways. We simply aim to enhance what is already here. With our reach, your trade can extend far beyond La Roja, and with it, your wealth.”

The merchant, initially skeptical, seemed swayed by the prospect of greater fortune and nodded in agreement, promising to consider her offer. Celeste smiled, knowing full well that the promise of riches often spoke louder than words of loyalty.

But beyond the surface, her work was far more intricate. While she convinced the influential, she was also laying the groundwork for a vast spy network across the kingdom. Espada needed eyes and ears everywhere, and Celeste knew the Night Court must be informed of all matters—both in the light and in the shadows.

In her private meetings with those whose loyalty was more easily bought or coerced, Celeste began placing key figures in positions where they could watch over the movements within La Roja. She knew which nobles had secrets to hide and which soldiers were looking for favor. By playing to their desires, she positioned them as informants, ensuring that nothing within the kingdom would escape the Night Court’s notice.

She met with a local tavern keeper known to host a variety of patrons—nobles, soldiers, and merchants alike. “Your establishment,” she began, leaning closer to him, “is the perfect place for knowledge to be exchanged. Keep an ear out for anything…unusual. In return, Espada will ensure that your tavern remains the most popular in the city.”

The tavern keeper, lured by the promise of status and protection, agreed without hesitation. He would report directly to Celeste, keeping her informed of any dissent or potential unrest brewing among the people. This was only one piece of the intricate web she was weaving.

As night fell, Celeste met with another contact—a young scribe who worked within the royal archives. He had access to all manner of correspondence, and through him, Celeste could monitor any communications between the king and his advisors, as well as foreign diplomats.

“You’ve been invaluable to us,” she told the scribe, sliding a pouch of coin across the table. “Keep your eyes sharp and your mind focused. Report anything that seems…out of place.”

The scribe nodded nervously, pocketing the coins as he hurried off. Celeste watched him disappear into the dark streets, knowing that the network she was building would soon be fully operational. Every whisper, every secret in La Roja, would reach the Night Court.

By the time she returned to her chambers, Celeste was confident that the foundations of her spy network were firmly in place. La Roja would be watched closely, both in the light of day and the shadows of night. The people were being won over, one way or another, but for those who remained resistant, Celeste ensured they would be kept in check.

She prepared her report for Hildrabrenna and the Night Court, detailing the progress of her work. The people of La Roja were slowly coming to accept Espada’s rule, and the most influential voices were beginning to see the benefits of allegiance. But for those who resisted, Celeste’s growing web of spies would ensure that any hint of rebellion would be dealt with before it could fester.

With the spy networks in place and the hearts of La Roja’s citizens slowly being swayed, Celeste knew her work was far from over—but the pieces were falling into place. The Night Court would soon have complete control, not just over the actions of the kingdom, but over its very soul.

 

[Hildrabrenna]

Hildrabrenna strode into the sacred halls of the church, the grand archways and aged stone walls holding an air of reverence and history. The clergy gathered before her, seated in silence, some curious, others wary, as she, their newly appointed High Priestess, prepared to address them for the first time.

Her gaze swept the room, taking in the ancient symbols and sacred texts lining the walls. This place was old, but it was ripe for transformation. The faith of La Roja had a deep connection to the divine, but Hildrabrenna knew she could bend this devotion, expand it, and align it with the truth she believed—the truth of Marcus.

With a calm and authoritative tone, she began. “Brothers and sisters, I come to you today as a messenger of divine will, as someone who has lived through truths hidden for ages. Our world is on the cusp of revelation, a time when the true nature of divinity will be revealed to all. And we, the faithful of La Roja, are destined to be at the forefront of this sacred transformation.”

She moved to the central altar, her fingers tracing the edge of an old tome as she continued. “You see, many of our sacred texts speak of a god—one who walked amongst mortals, who lived among the gods themselves. This figure, this being of immense power and wisdom, is not a mere myth. He is real, and he is with us today.”

The clergy exchanged glances, some nodding in agreement, while others remained cautious. Hildrabrenna knew the weight of her words, but she also knew that she had the knowledge and the strength to back them. She opened one of the ancient texts before her, pointing to a passage.

“This,” she said, “speaks of a being born directly from the gods, one who holds the power to shape the world. A figure that mirrors the life and power of Marcus, our king. His presence in these pages is undeniable. Marcus is more than just a ruler—he is divine. He has lived among the gods, and he carries their will forward. It is our duty to spread this truth, to ensure that the people of La Roja, and beyond, understand who Marcus truly is.”

Hildrabrenna’s words flowed with confidence, and as she spoke, she saw the subtle shifts in the expressions of the clergy. She was patient but firm, pointing out multiple references within the holy texts that could be attributed to Marcus. In truth, many of these passages were vague, but Hildrabrenna had studied them thoroughly. Marcus, as one of the oldest beings on Erova, had lived through times when gods and mortals were less distinct, when legends were formed. In essence, he was a god—born from the divine, and with a purpose that extended far beyond mortal understanding.

“I understand that these revelations may be difficult to accept at first,” Hildrabrenna said, her voice softening slightly, “but I assure you, this is the path forward. The faith we hold here, the traditions we honor, can only grow stronger under Marcus’ divine banner. Together, we will prepare the world for the coming age—the age of Marcus, the true god.”

Her words hung in the air, and slowly, she saw nods of agreement ripple through the room. Some of the clergy spoke up, voicing their support for her interpretation of the texts, while others asked questions, seeking clarification. Hildrabrenna welcomed their inquiries, answering with patience and confidence, weaving Marcus’ narrative into the very fabric of their faith.

As the meeting came to a close, Hildrabrenna stood taller, her position within the church solidified. She had planted the seeds of Marcus’ divinity within the religious core of La Roja, and soon, those seeds would blossom into a powerful movement. She was not merely a figurehead—she was the High Priestess, the one who would lead the faithful toward this new divine order.

And as she left the sacred hall, Hildrabrenna’s mind raced with ambition. The church would be her foundation, but her sights were set higher. The world would soon know the truth of Marcus and the Night Court. The divine faith she was building would rival the Ulfbiteen, and she would ensure that no power—not even theirs—could stand in her way.

Her mind also turned to the wider goals of Espada. While Sylvia and Harrul built their own armies, Hildrabrenna was determined to develop her own strength. She had no intention of being outmaneuvered within the Night Court. Her power base, rooted in the faith of La Roja, would become a force to be reckoned with. And she would ensure that the Ulfbiteen, with their dangerous ambitions, would never grow strong enough to challenge the Aumont line or Marcus’ rule.

For now, Hildrabrenna’s focus was clear—cementing her hold on the church, expanding her influence, and preparing the world for the divine revelation of Marcus as their god. But in the shadows, she would continue to build her own power, ensuring that one day, even the strongest among the Night Court would have to reckon with her rise.

 

[Kingdom Of Espada]

Lorren stood at the training grounds, his sharp gaze fixed on the soldiers as they completed their drills. The rhythmic clash of swords and the thud of boots on dirt filled the air, accompanied by the stern commands of his officers. The new recruits were showing progress, their movements becoming sharper and more disciplined with each passing day. Lorren had made sure their training incorporated both La Roja’s unique fighting techniques and Espada’s strategies, molding them into a more cohesive and formidable force.

As the final drill ended, Lorren approached the commanding officers. “They’re improving, but we’ll need to continue honing their skills. We cannot afford any weaknesses,” he said with a nod of approval.

The officers agreed, and Lorren dismissed the soldiers for the day, turning his focus to the next task: overseeing the fortification of La Roja’s defenses. Positioned inland, La Roja relied on its natural landscape and existing structures to provide security, but Lorren had plans to bolster these defenses, making the city nearly impregnable.

He strode toward the city walls, where blacksmiths and engineers were hard at work reinforcing key points and creating new weapons. The sounds of hammers striking metal echoed through the streets as Lorren inspected the progress. He had introduced new designs for defensive mechanisms and siege weaponry, adapted from Espadian innovations and La Roja’s craftsmanship. The result was a blend of advanced weaponry and the solid, reliable construction La Roja was known for.

“Commander,” one of the blacksmiths approached him, wiping sweat from his brow. “The new defensive ballistae are nearly complete. We’re ready for a demonstration once the final adjustments are made.”

Lorren nodded. “Good. We need them in place as soon as possible. La Roja’s location makes it vulnerable to overland attacks, so I want these defenses ready to deter any threats.”

As the blacksmith returned to his work, Lorren continued his inspection, watching the walls being strengthened with additional layers of stone and reinforced watchtowers being fitted with the new weaponry. The city would be prepared for anything, and Lorren’s meticulous attention to detail ensured that nothing was overlooked.

Later, Lorren made his way to the city guard’s headquarters for a scheduled meeting with the captains. A large map of the surrounding regions was spread out across the central table, detailing nearby settlements and strategic points of interest. The captains stood at attention as Lorren entered, taking his place at the head of the table.

“We need to talk about the nearby territories,” Lorren began, his voice authoritative. “La Roja may be secure, but the settlements around us need to be accounted for. We have Madi to the west, which is positioned along a key trade route. We’ll need to ensure that it stays loyal to Espada and maintains its supply lines.”

The captains nodded as they took notes. “El Gran and Caridad to the south are smaller settlements, but they hold potential for resources we could use in the future,” Lorren continued. “We need to keep them under our watch and ensure they don’t pose a threat or resist Espada’s integration.”

One of the captains spoke up. “What about Salara to the east, Commander? They’ve got a reputation for their fierce independence and strong religious ties. Could that complicate things?”

Lorren traced a finger along the map’s eastern border. “Salara will require careful handling. We can’t afford to ignore them, but a direct confrontation might push them into rebellion. We’ll send envoys, but back them up with a display of our military strength. If they refuse to join Espada, we’ll need to assert control. I want intel on their leadership and any potential military capabilities they may have.”

The captains exchanged glances before nodding in agreement. Lorren’s reputation for both strategy and diplomacy was well-respected, and his ability to balance force with negotiation had brought success to Espada before.

“Send out scouts to gather information,” Lorren ordered. “I want detailed reports on Madi, El Gran, Caridad, and Salara. And make sure the fortifications here are completed on schedule. La Roja needs to be ready for any scenario.”

The meeting continued, covering troop placements, integration of local militias, and the organization of supply lines. Lorren was tireless in his pursuit of excellence, and his commanding presence kept the captains focused on their tasks. He knew that for Espada to maintain control over La Roja and the surrounding regions, they would need to be prepared for any challenge that arose.

As the meeting concluded, Lorren gave his final orders and dismissed the captains. He lingered for a moment, staring down at the map, mentally plotting their next moves. La Roja’s defenses were solidifying, the soldiers were becoming a force to be reckoned with, and soon, the nearby territories would be brought under Espada’s dominion.

Lorren knew the road ahead would not be without obstacles, but under his command, La Roja would stand as an unassailable bastion for Espada’s empire. He would fortify the city, strengthen its army, and ensure that the surrounding regions either aligned with Espada—or fell beneath its might.

 

[The Night Court]

Celeste walked through the bustling streets of La Roja, her sharp eyes assessing the activity and movement of the people. Though the city had largely accepted Espada’s rule, her task was far from complete. She had spent days meeting with key figures and winning over the general populace, speaking with merchants, farmers, artisans, and religious leaders to ensure that Espada’s presence was not only tolerated but embraced. Now, her focus had shifted to something just as crucial: establishing La Roja as a major hub for trade and supply lines for Espada’s ever-growing armies.

Stopping in front of a well-established merchant’s shop, Celeste spoke with the owner, a broad-shouldered man named Dario, who had ties to traders across the region. His shop was filled with a variety of goods, from fine fabrics to weapons and precious metals.

“Your trade routes will be vital for what we have planned, Dario,” she said, her voice confident. “La Roja is perfectly positioned to become one of the major supply centers for the entire Espadian army. But we need to ensure those supply lines are secure and efficient.”

Dario nodded, his expression serious. “Espada’s reach is wide, and the demand will be high. We’ll need to make sure we’re working with the right people, ensuring that the flow of goods is constant and without interruption.”

“Precisely,” Celeste agreed. “I’ll be speaking with several other merchants and establishing agreements with neighboring cities and villages. We need to guarantee that everything from grain to weaponry flows smoothly through La Roja and out to the rest of Espada. But that means ensuring every merchant, trader, and farmer is on board.”

Dario stroked his chin thoughtfully. “We’ve always been good traders, but with the scale you’re talking about, we’ll need more organization. Who’s overseeing the coordination of these supply lines?”

Celeste gave a slight smile. “That would be me. I’m working closely with the master of coin to ensure that we can afford to expand these trade routes, fortify them where necessary, and create new agreements with regions further afield. This isn’t just about La Roja; it’s about making sure Espada has everything it needs to sustain its growth.”

After finalizing her arrangements with Dario, Celeste moved on, visiting several other key merchants and craftsmen across the city. Each meeting was aimed at building a network of support for the grand trade plans she had in mind. La Roja’s location made it a natural crossroads for many important routes, and she intended to fully capitalize on that.

Later, she sat in a meeting with the master of coin, reviewing financial reports and projections for the new trade routes. The numbers were promising, but there was still work to be done in securing safe passage for goods, especially through regions that were still uncertain about Espada’s rule.

“La Roja can become a critical artery for all of Espada’s trade,” Celeste said, pointing to a map spread out before them. “We’ll need to secure routes to Madi, El Gran, and other nearby territories, but if we do this right, La Roja will be indispensable. It’s not just about supplies for the army, but ensuring the flow of wealth and goods between all the provinces.”

The master of coin nodded, making notes as Celeste outlined her vision for the trade network. “If we solidify these routes, Espada’s armies will never want for supplies. We can ensure a steady flow of everything we need, from grain and horses to metals and weaponry. And La Roja will sit at the center of it all.”

After the meeting, Celeste took one last walk through the city’s central market. Merchants haggled with customers, and the streets were filled with the smell of freshly baked bread and roasted meats. La Roja was thriving, and under Espada’s control, it would only grow.

Her gaze swept over the bustling crowd, a sense of pride swelling within her. La Roja would become the beating heart of Espada’s supply lines, and she had laid the groundwork to ensure it. Now, it was only a matter of time before her efforts bore fruit, and the entire empire would feel the strength that La Roja brought to its armies.

 

[Hildrabrenna]

Hildrabrenna gathered Celeste, Lorren, and the master of coin one final time to ensure that every aspect of Espada’s future was meticulously planned. The air in the war room was thick with anticipation as they prepared to chart the course for their upcoming campaigns. She knew that each decision would determine Espada’s dominance and Marcus’ vision for expansion.

“As we stand now, La Roja is secure and transitioning well under Espada’s rule. But we have much more to accomplish,” Hildrabrenna began, her tone decisive. “Our focus now shifts to the surrounding regions—Salara, El Gran, Caridad, and Madi. Each poses unique challenges, but they are critical for solidifying our empire.”

She looked to Celeste first, knowing that her work in La Roja had been invaluable in swaying the hearts of the people. “Celeste, you’ve done exceptional work here. As we move forward, we must continue winning over the people. Your efforts in establishing trade and diplomacy will be essential for our success in Salara and Caridad. What are your thoughts on how we proceed?”

Celeste leaned forward, her gaze thoughtful. “Salara will require careful negotiations. The leadership there is proud, but I believe they can be persuaded with the right mix of status and incentives. As for Caridad, they value loyalty and tradition. We’ll need to approach them with respect for their customs, while also showing them that Espada offers a future they can’t afford to resist. I’ll ensure we have the support of key leaders in both regions before any military action is necessary.”

Hildrabrenna nodded, satisfied with Celeste’s assessment. “Good. Keep an eye on their leaders and maintain close ties with our spies in those areas. We need to be aware of any dissent before it grows.”

Next, she turned to Lorren, who had been overseeing the integration of the armies and the fortifications in La Roja. “Lorren, Madi and El Gran are going to require a strong military presence. Nepheli will be leading the campaign in Madi, which is to our west. We’ll need to ensure that she has the necessary reinforcements and resources. How are the preparations on your end?”

Lorren crossed his arms, his voice steady. “The soldiers are ready. They’ve been trained with the new weapons and tactics we’ve introduced, and the fortifications here in La Roja are nearly complete. We’ll send a sizable force to support Nepheli in Madi, and I’ll continue fortifying our defenses here. If we need to mobilize quickly to other regions, we’ll be prepared.”

Hildrabrenna gave a firm nod. “Excellent. Madi is a key strategic point. If Nepheli can secure it, we’ll have a strong foothold in the west, allowing us to press further into El Gran.”

Her eyes then shifted to the master of coin, who had been quietly observing the discussion. “What about the resources and finances? We’re going to need substantial support for these campaigns. The expenses for the projects in La Roja are significant, but we must make sure we have enough to sustain these efforts.”

The master of coin opened his ledger, glancing over the numbers before replying. “Our coffers are in good shape for now, but we must expand trade routes and tap into the resources of Salara and Caridad to maintain momentum. Madi’s economy can be revitalized once it’s under our control. However, we’ll need to be strategic with our spending in the short term to avoid overextending ourselves.”

Hildrabrenna considered his words. “Understood. We’ll ensure that our campaigns in Madi and El Gran are swift and decisive. The quicker we establish control, the sooner we can stabilize the regions and begin generating revenue. I trust you’ll continue to oversee the distribution of funds for these projects.”

The master of coin nodded in agreement.

With a deep breath, Hildrabrenna addressed them all. “To the west, we may need Agatha’s leadership. She is well-versed in diplomacy and combat, and Marcus trusts her with delicate situations. The western territories will be no easy task, but with her in charge, I’m confident we’ll succeed.”

She paused, her gaze sweeping across the room. “This is the turning point. If we can secure Madi, El Gran, Salara, and Caridad, Espada will be unstoppable. I expect each of you to continue working at the highest level. We have Marcus’ vision to realize, and nothing short of total success will suffice.”

The group exchanged determined looks, knowing that the next steps would define their future. With the groundwork laid, they dispersed to carry out their orders, ready to take on the next challenge that awaited Espada’s growing empire.

 

[The Night Court]

Hildrabrenna closed her eyes, reaching out to Marcus through their mental link, sending him a detailed update on the progress in La Roja. She outlined the work Celeste and Lorren were accomplishing, the diplomatic and military advancements, and the growing influence of Espada within the region. With the surrounding territories in focus, she sought Marcus’ guidance on what direction to take next.

His response came swiftly, his voice resonating in her mind with the familiar commanding tone she had come to expect. “You are right, Hildrabrenna. The regions you have mentioned—Salara, El Gran, Caridad, and Madi—are exactly where our efforts should now turn. These territories must fall into Espada’s fold if we are to complete this phase of expansion. But heed this carefully: soon, the Night Court will convene to discuss what happens once Espada solidifies its power. We are on the verge of transforming it into a high kingdom, and that shift will change everything.”

Hildrabrenna nodded subtly, her thoughts racing as Marcus continued. “South of Espada lies a much darker path. As you travel inward, further from the coast, you will encounter territories twisted by corruption. The isolation there has given rise to all manner of creatures—many of whom will not so easily bend to our rule. We must handle this carefully, ensuring that the integration of these lands appears seamless, without drawing unwanted attention. We cannot afford to alarm the world with an inquisition at our doorsteps just yet.”

Marcus’ words carried the weight of his millennia of wisdom. “The Iron Cult is out there, watching. We need to ensure they remain neutral or, at the very least, unprovoked until we are ready to handle them. Our goal is to control the world from behind the scenes, manipulating the pieces in such a way that none suspect the true reach of the Night Court. This is the path we tread, Hildrabrenna. Ensure that every step forward is measured, and that Espada’s influence spreads quietly, but inexorably.”

Hildrabrenna absorbed his words with care, her mind turning to the delicate balance they needed to maintain. She understood the gravity of the situation—the need for stealth, strategy, and the subtle application of power. With the expansion campaigns already underway, they were entering a new chapter in Espada’s dominance. But Marcus’ warning about the more corrupted regions reminded her that the next steps would require even more precision.

“Understood, my King,” she mentally replied, feeling his presence recede for now, leaving her with renewed purpose. The challenges ahead were vast, but Hildrabrenna knew that with Marcus’ guidance and the strength of the Night Court, they would ultimately prevail.

She opened her eyes, her gaze settling on the map of the southern regions. The next campaigns would be critical, not just for Espada’s rule, but for the very future of their secretive dominion over Erova. As she prepared to issue her next commands, she knew that Marcus’ ultimate goal—controlling the world from behind the scenes—was within reach, but it would take cunning, patience, and a steady hand to achieve it.

 

[Hildrabrenna]

Hildrabrenna stood quietly, absorbing every word from Marcus. His grand vision for Espada and the Night Court was clear, but as his voice faded, her own thoughts began to take shape. She had always been loyal to Marcus, her sire, but loyalty did not mean blind obedience. Power was a fickle thing, and while Marcus planned to control the world from the shadows, she knew she needed her own contingencies in place—her own path to power.

The dangers of other pure-bloods loomed in her mind. Marcus was ancient and wise, but even he was not invincible. Should he fall into his cyclical slumber, or worse, be taken out of the game, she had no intention of being left vulnerable to the whims of others—least of all Sylvia, that conniving wench, or anyone from the Ulfbiteen. Sylvia’s ambitions were transparent to Hildrabrenna, but her ruthlessness wasn’t to be underestimated. It was clear they would one day clash for dominance.

With a slow, deliberate breath, Hildrabrenna began laying the foundation of her own plans. She would put in place subtle mechanisms, dark contingencies designed to secure her power if the time came. Espada’s expansion was a grand project, but it was also a platform for her to build her own forces—those loyal to her alone. She had long observed the dangers of relying too much on others, especially when those others held power comparable to Marcus. Another pure-blood could upset everything, and she would not be caught unprepared.

She thought back to the Iron Cult and their place in Marcus’ grand design. A plan began to form in her mind, one where she could bend certain factions to her will, placing herself in a position of influence should the tides of power shift. And then there were the mortals—useful, disposable, and malleable. La Roja and other provinces would provide her the perfect opportunity to foster loyalty, using their religious devotion and the power she now held as high priestess.

If Marcus faltered, if Sylvia or another pure-blood tried to seize control, Hildrabrenna would be ready. Her own devices, dark and twisted as they may be, would ensure that she did not fall prey to the ambitions of others. She had learned well from her sire, but now it was time to secure her own place in the game.

A cold smile spread across her lips as she stared at the map, fingers tracing the borders of Espada’s lands. Every province they captured, every soldier trained, every spy network Celeste laid in place—it was all fuel for the empire, but it would also be the foundation for her rise. Marcus might be a god to them, but gods were fallible. And when the time came, Hildrabrenna would be ready.

With newfound clarity, she turned from the map. She would follow Marcus’ vision, but never blindly. She had her own ambitions, her own destiny to carve out. And with every step Espada took forward, so would she. Her rise to power was only just beginning.