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.

 

[The Night Court]

Celeste stands before the gathered priests of La Roja, her crimson robes flowing like flames in the flickering candlelight. She raises her arms, a determined gleam in her eyes.

"Brothers and sisters, we gather today to ignite a new era for our faith! Under the watchful guidance of our revered King, Marcus, we will reshape the very narrative of our beliefs. No longer will we simply speak of the god-machine; we will reveal its true essence—our God King, who leads us toward salvation.

She paces, her voice growing more fervent as she addresses the crowd.

"We will cultivate a story that speaks of Marcus's wisdom and strength, presenting him not just as a ruler, but as the divine protector of our people. His legacy shall shine brightly as we promote his name, inspiring hope and unity among our followers.

Celeste gestures toward a group of artisans nearby, their tools glinting in the dim light.

"Look to our gifted artisans! They will craft sacred artifacts that embody our faith and spread the message of Marcus throughout La Roja and beyond. Each piece will carry the spirit of our King, ensuring that his divine essence resonates in every corner of our realm.

She steps closer to the priests, her voice a low, passionate whisper.

"Let us unite in this sacred mission! Together, we will build a faith that honors Marcus and leads our people toward a brighter future. Join me, my brothers and sisters, as we embark on this divine journey. Let the name of Marcus become synonymous with hope, strength, and salvation!"

With that, she raises her staff, and a spark of magic dances at its tip, illuminating the room with a warm, golden glow.

 

[Hildrabrenna]

In the heart of La Roja, Hildrabrenna stands on a raised platform overlooking the bustling training grounds, flanked by Commander Lorren. The air is thick with anticipation as soldiers from both La Roja and the Espada forces gather, ready to embrace a new era of unity and strength.

“Warriors of La Roja and esteemed Espada forces,” she calls out, her voice firm and resonant. “Today marks the beginning of a vital alliance—one that will forge a powerful military integration to defend our realm and elevate our King’s prestige. We are all Espada as of today.”

She gestures toward the seasoned soldiers, pride swelling in her chest.

“Together, we will work to ensure our armies operate as a single, unstoppable force. No longer will we see division between our ranks. Instead, we will train and strategize side by side, combining our strengths to become an indomitable front.”

Hildrabrenna’s gaze shifts to the city’s defenses, her brow furrowing slightly as she recalls the vulnerabilities they’ve identified.

“We must not only unify our forces but also fortify La Roja’s defenses. Commander Lorren and I have pinpointed several weaknesses that must be addressed. Every crack in our walls, every gap in our strategy, will be reinforced. La Roja will stand as a beacon of power and security under the rule of our King.”

Pausing for a moment she would raise her hand into the air.

“Let us show our commitment to this cause! We will transform our realm into a stronghold that rivals any in the land. Together, we will build a legacy of strength, honor, and unwavering loyalty to our King!”

With a resolute nod, she turns back to Lorren, ready to discuss the specifics of their plan, the determination of their shared mission igniting a fire in her heart.

 

[Hildrabrenna]

Hildrabrenna stood beside a large, detailed map of La Roja spread across the table, her eyes tracing its borders and strategic points. Lorren, the seasoned commander of Espada’s forces, stood across from her, arms crossed, his face focused as they discussed the next phase of their plans.

“La Roja’s natural defenses are strong,” Hildrabrenna said, tapping a finger on the map where the high mountain ranges surrounded the province. “But we can’t rely solely on geography. We need to bolster their fortifications, especially around key cities and trade routes. What’s your assessment?”

Lorren leaned forward, studying the map carefully. “Their castles and fortresses are solid, but outdated. The walls are thick, built to withstand traditional siege tactics, but they lack modern reinforcements. They’re vulnerable to artillery. We’ll need to update their defensive structures—add ramparts for cannons, strengthen the gates, and ensure their towers can serve as lookout posts.”

Hildrabrenna nodded, approving of the plan. “And their soldiers? You’ve begun integrating them into our ranks, but I want to know what potential they have. Can we mold them into something more than simple foot soldiers?”

Lorren smirked, his respect for the La Roja troops clear. “They’re disciplined and have a strong sense of loyalty, particularly to their king and faith. That can work to our advantage. However, they’re not accustomed to the advanced strategies we use. They’re still working with old formations—phalanxes and cavalry charges. Effective, but predictable.”

Hildrabrenna’s eyes glimmered with determination. “Then we teach them our ways. Begin incorporating our more flexible formations, and make sure they understand how to use the newer technologies we’ve brought from Espada. I want them familiar with our muskets, cannons, and battle tactics.”

Lorren nodded. “Already in motion. I’ve had our officers train their captains. They’re adapting quickly, but it’ll take time for them to truly master Espada’s fighting style. As for technology, their blacksmiths are competent, but they don’t have the knowledge to craft firearms or artillery on their own.”

“We’ll need to set up workshops,” Hildrabrenna said, tapping the map again, this time marking key locations for potential expansion. “Espada’s engineers can oversee the construction of forges and factories here. We’ll teach their smiths how to craft muskets, cannons, and any other tools we’ll need. Once they’re self-sufficient, they’ll be able to supply not just La Roja’s troops but other provinces as well.”

Lorren agreed, tracing the path of La Roja’s supply routes. “That’ll also help us with mobility. If we can produce weapons here, we won’t need to rely on supply lines from Espada’s core territories. We’ll have more freedom to move quickly.”

Hildrabrenna nodded, her mind already racing ahead to the next phase. “And we’ll need to start integrating their cavalry into our mounted units. La Roja has some of the best horsemen in the region, and their riders know these mountains better than anyone. Combine that with Espada’s mounted tactics, and we’ll have a formidable cavalry unit that can strike with speed and precision.”

Lorren smiled. “They’ve got a good foundation. Their knights are heavily armored, which slows them down, but they’re powerful on the charge. If we can lighten their armor and teach them our hit-and-run tactics, they’ll be much more versatile.”

“Exactly,” Hildrabrenna said, sharing his enthusiasm. “We don’t want to eliminate their strengths—just refine them. This integration isn’t about making them copies of Espada’s soldiers. It’s about blending their strengths with ours.”

Lorren nodded, his gaze firm. “And what about their siege tactics? They’re good at defending their strongholds, but I haven’t seen much in the way of offensive strategy.”

Hildrabrenna considered this for a moment. “We’ll need to expand their siege capabilities. Espada’s forces excel at breaking through enemy defenses, and that’s something La Roja can learn. We’ll introduce them to battering rams, siege towers, and trebuchets, alongside our cannons. I want them capable of launching an assault as efficiently as they can defend.”

Lorren tapped the map near the coastal regions. “Their navy could use improvement as well. They have a handful of ships, mostly trade vessels. If we can build a small fleet here, they’ll be able to protect their coastline and support any future campaigns along the sea.”

Hildrabrenna’s eyes gleamed with anticipation. “Good. We’ll start construction immediately. I’ll make sure the resources are allocated. Espada’s expansion by land is already impressive, further expansion into La Roja will give us the flexibility to trade more efficiently and move resources more quickly.”

Lorren chuckled. “You’re thinking ahead. I like it. We build them up, make them stronger, and soon enough, La Roja will be one of our most reliable provinces.”

“Exactly,” Hildrabrenna said, her voice firm. “The integration of La Roja into Espada isn’t just about absorbing their military or their resources. It’s about making them a part of our greater vision. We give them our technology, our tactics, our strength—and in return, they become an inseparable part of Espada.”

Lorren gave a final nod of approval. “We’ll begin immediately. Their soldiers are eager to prove themselves, and once they see what Espada has to offer, they’ll follow us without question.”

“Good,” Hildrabrenna said with a determined smile. “We’ll shape La Roja into a force that rivals any other province under Espada’s banner. They’ll not only be loyal—they’ll be essential.”

 

[Kingdom Of Espada]

Lorren wasted no time in executing the next phase of his duties. After their meeting, he immediately began the process of acclimating the soldiers of La Roja into Espada’s ranks. Under his watchful eye, the local troops were introduced to Espada’s more flexible formations and strategies. The captains of La Roja’s army, once proud defenders of their kingdom, were quickly absorbing the new tactics, adjusting their old methods to fit Espada’s more aggressive and efficient approach to warfare.

Lorren walked through the training grounds, his presence commanding as he observed the drills. Soldiers from both La Roja and Espada stood side by side, training with new weaponry and formations. It was crucial that they fought as one cohesive unit, and Lorren was determined to make sure there was no friction between the two forces.

“Captain Oran,” Lorren called out to one of the lead trainers, an experienced officer from La Roja who had shown promise. “How are the men adjusting to the new formations?”

Oran wiped sweat from his brow, looking over at his men. “They’re adapting, Commander. It’s different, but they’re quick learners. The formations you’ve shown us allow more flexibility. It’s not as rigid as we’re used to, but I see its value.”

“Good,” Lorren replied with a nod. “Espada’s strength is its ability to move swiftly and strike where the enemy is weakest. Your men will need to master that if we’re to fight as one army.”

As Oran returned to his duties, Lorren shifted his focus to the next critical task: empowering the blacksmiths and forgers of La Roja. He had already gathered a team of Espada’s finest engineers and blacksmiths, each of them carrying with them the blueprints and designs for Espada’s advanced weaponry. With these resources in hand, they would work closely with La Roja’s craftsmen to teach them how to forge muskets, cannons, and other essential tools of war.

Lorren made his way to the forges, where the clanging of hammers and the roar of fires filled the air. La Roja’s blacksmiths, skilled in their craft, were already hard at work, but the tools they created were still grounded in the old ways—swords, shields, and armor that had served them well for generations. Lorren approached the head blacksmith, a grizzled man named Varrin.

“Varrin,” Lorren greeted, holding out the blueprints for the new weapons. “These are the designs we’ll need you to start working on. Cannons, muskets, and other advanced artillery. Espada’s forces rely on these, and soon, so will La Roja.”

Varrin took the blueprints, his eyes scanning the detailed drawings. “These are unlike anything we’ve made before,” he remarked, his tone filled with curiosity. “But with the right materials, we can make it happen.”

“I’ve already had resources brought in from Espada,” Lorren replied. “You’ll have everything you need—iron, steel, gunpowder. Our engineers will work alongside your men until they’re familiar with the process. Soon enough, La Roja will be able to produce these weapons on its own.”

Varrin gave a firm nod of understanding. “We’ll start immediately, Commander. You’ll have your cannons and muskets.”

Lorren was pleased. “Good. Once the production is up and running, we’ll ensure these weapons are distributed to both La Roja’s forces and Espada’s. This will give us a significant advantage in any future conflicts.”

With the blacksmiths empowered and the production of advanced weaponry underway, Lorren turned his attention to the final task: fortifying La Roja’s defenses. As Hildrabrenna had instructed, the province’s natural defenses were strong, but they needed to be reinforced if they were to withstand the modern threats of siege warfare.

He called a meeting with his engineers and construction teams, outlining the areas that required immediate attention. The walls of La Roja’s key cities needed to be strengthened, with added ramparts for cannons and lookout towers. Gates would be fortified with reinforced steel, and strategic points around the province would serve as defensive outposts.

Lorren walked through one of the construction sites with the lead engineer, a man named Beran. “We’ll start by reinforcing the city walls,” Beran explained. “Adding cannon placements here, here, and here,” he pointed to sections on the map, “will give us a strong defensive perimeter.”

“Make sure the gates are reinforced as well,” Lorren added. “If we can hold the entrances, we’ll buy time for the cannons to do their work. And ensure the lookout towers are manned at all times. I don’t want any surprises.”

Beran nodded. “Understood. We’ll also begin constructing defensive outposts along the main trade routes, as you suggested. If anyone dares approach La Roja with hostile intentions, they’ll be met with overwhelming force.”

Satisfied with the progress, Lorren gave a final nod. “Keep me updated on the fortifications. The sooner we’re ready, the better. I want La Roja to be an unassailable fortress by the time we’re done.”

With the integration of La Roja’s soldiers, the empowerment of their blacksmiths, and the fortifications well underway, Lorren knew they were on the right path. The province would soon be a vital part of Espada’s ever-growing empire—strong, fortified, and ready to defend itself and expand Espada’s reach even further.

 

[Hildrabrenna]

With Lorren and Celeste handling the military and integration aspects of La Roja, Hildrabrenna shifted her focus to the financial side of the province. She knew that ensuring the economic stability of La Roja was just as crucial as fortifying its defenses. Summoning the province’s master of coin, Hildrabrenna arranged a meeting in one of the quieter rooms of the palace.

The master of coin, a thin, sharp-eyed man named Torvan, entered the room with a collection of ledgers and financial records in hand. Hildrabrenna greeted him with a nod and gestured to the large table where they would review the financial status of the province.

“Thank you for coming, Torvan,” Hildrabrenna began, her tone direct. “As you know, we’ve been implementing several large-scale projects, including the integration of La Roja’s forces into Espada’s, fortifying the defenses, and expanding the province’s production capabilities. These are expensive undertakings, and I want to ensure we have a solid plan to maintain and increase La Roja’s revenue streams.”

Torvan sat, spreading out the ledgers in front of them. “Of course, my lady. La Roja’s economy has been steady, but with these new initiatives, we will need to be cautious about how we allocate funds. Our current income comes primarily from agriculture, trade, and a small portion from mining operations in the southern mountains.”

Hildrabrenna glanced over the financial records, noting the steady but unimpressive revenue streams. “We need to expand those sources,” she said firmly. “First, let’s discuss the trade routes. Now that La Roja is becoming a part of Espada, we need to open up new trade agreements with the other provinces. We can take advantage of Espada’s extensive trade networks and begin exporting goods not just locally but across the empire.”

Torvan nodded in agreement, scribbling down notes. “We could increase the volume of our agricultural exports—grain, fruits, and textiles are highly sought after in the other provinces. Additionally, we could look into refining and expanding our mining operations. The southern mountains have potential for more precious metals, which could greatly increase our income.”

“Good,” Hildrabrenna said. “Expand the mining operations and allocate the necessary resources to ensure we maximize our output. I also want to see the establishment of more workshops and production facilities, particularly for goods that are in high demand in Espada’s other territories. The blacksmiths are already working on weapons, but we can also focus on items like tools and armor. Anything that could serve the military or everyday needs.”

Torvan shifted slightly, clearly thinking through the logistics. “That will require some investment upfront, but the returns should be significant once we establish the necessary infrastructure.”

Hildrabrenna leaned in. “Speaking of investments, I also want to go over the expenses. The fortifications, the army integration, and the new weapon production—these will all be costly. I need to know how much of our reserves are being drawn for these projects and whether we’ll need to cut costs in other areas.”

Torvan flipped through the ledgers, quickly calculating the outgoing expenses. “The fortifications are taking the largest portion of our reserves, especially with the materials needed to reinforce the walls and gates. The army integration has been less costly so far, but as we ramp up production of new weaponry, those costs will increase. However, I believe we can manage these expenses without cutting back too severely if we can increase the revenue streams as we’ve discussed.”

Hildrabrenna considered his words for a moment. “Make sure there are no unnecessary expenses elsewhere. I want all available resources funneled into these projects, but I don’t want to drain our reserves completely. We’ll need a buffer in case unexpected costs arise.”

“Understood,” Torvan replied. “I’ll review the current expenditures and cut any non-essential costs. In the meantime, I’ll start looking into expanding our trade and mining operations as well.”

“One more thing,” Hildrabrenna added. “I want to improve La Roja’s infrastructure. The roads need to be maintained and expanded if we’re going to move goods quickly. This will also make it easier for our armies to mobilize when needed. And the markets—we need to make them more efficient. I want La Roja to become a hub of trade in the region.”

Torvan jotted down more notes, his pen moving quickly across the parchment. “I’ll get started on that immediately. Improving the roads will be costly, but it will pay off in the long run. I’ll gather a team to assess the most critical areas for repair and expansion.”

Hildrabrenna nodded in approval. “Good. Once we have the infrastructure in place and the revenue streams flowing, La Roja will be in a prime position to thrive under Espada’s banner. And with these projects completed, the province will be self-sustaining and able to contribute even more to the empire.”

With their plans set, Hildrabrenna stood, signaling the end of the meeting. “Keep me updated on the progress, Torvan. I want weekly reports on the revenue, expenses, and any issues that may arise.”

Torvan rose as well, bowing slightly. “Of course, my lady. I’ll see to it that everything proceeds smoothly.”

As the master of coin left the room, Hildrabrenna allowed herself a small smile. The pieces were falling into place, and soon La Roja would be fully integrated into Espada, stronger and more prosperous than ever.

 

[The Night Court]

Celeste sat in one of La Roja’s grand halls, now repurposed as a meeting place with the leaders of the local church. The ornate stained-glass windows cast colorful reflections across the stone floor, depicting scenes of divine intervention and the region’s rich religious history. She had spent the last few days establishing a relationship with the clergy, knowing that their influence over the people was crucial in ensuring a smooth transition into Espada.

The church leaders, dressed in their ceremonial robes, sat across from her. The head of the congregation, Bishop Velario, an elderly man with a stern yet thoughtful expression, had been cooperative so far, but she knew there were still lingering concerns. The people of La Roja were deeply religious, and any changes brought by the integration into Espada would need to align with their faith.

"Lady Celeste," Bishop Velario began, his voice calm but laced with caution, "we have appreciated the respect you’ve shown to our traditions, but as we move forward with this assimilation into Espada, there are matters that trouble the congregation. Our people are devoted to their faith, and we must ensure that this transition does not erode the values that have held this kingdom together for centuries."

Celeste nodded, understanding the gravity of his words. "Bishop Velario, I assure you that Espada has no intention of erasing La Roja’s culture or its religious values. We recognize the power and influence the church holds here, and we want to work with you to make this process as seamless as possible. However, I’m here to hear your concerns and find a way to address them."

The bishop looked at the other clergy members, who murmured in agreement, before continuing. "Our primary concern is how Espada’s influence will affect the teachings of the church. The people look to us for guidance, and if they see their leaders being subsumed into an empire they know little about, it may cause unrest. Furthermore, we must know how Espada views matters of faith. While we acknowledge the existence of magic, we see it as a divine gift, not a force to be manipulated for personal gain."

Celeste nodded thoughtfully, choosing her words carefully. "Espada respects the beliefs of every province it integrates, and we do not impose our own views on matters of faith. We understand that La Roja’s people see magic as a divine right, and we do not intend to challenge that interpretation. In fact, our goal is to strengthen La Roja’s standing within Espada, both through its faith and through its contributions to the empire. Your people’s devotion is a source of strength, and we recognize that."

One of the younger clergy members, Father Domen, spoke up next. "There are also concerns about the military presence. While we understand the necessity of integrating our forces, the sight of foreign soldiers in our streets has caused unease. The people are not accustomed to such displays of power, and it may be seen as a sign that Espada plans to control us through force."

Celeste leaned forward slightly, her tone sincere. "I understand the concerns. The presence of Espada’s soldiers is not to intimidate but to ensure the safety of La Roja as we undergo these changes. We want to strengthen the province, not subjugate it. However, I will speak with Commander Lorren to ensure that the military presence remains respectful and unobtrusive. The goal is to protect, not to impose."

Bishop Velario stroked his beard in thought before speaking again. "These are reassuring words, Lady Celeste, but actions will speak louder than promises. What we ask is a continued dialogue between the church and Espada, so that we may ensure the people’s faith and way of life remain intact during this integration."

Celeste offered a genuine smile. "You will have my full cooperation, Bishop. I will ensure that the church is consulted on any major changes, and we will work together to make certain that the people’s faith is honored. In fact, I believe that by collaborating, we can create a stronger La Roja—one that retains its religious values while benefiting from the strength of Espada."

The bishop and the other clergy members seemed to relax slightly, their concerns addressed for now. Celeste continued, "If you have any suggestions on how we can improve this process, I am more than open to hearing them. This is your home, and your voice matters in how we move forward."

Father Domen glanced at the bishop before speaking again. "Perhaps a public declaration from Espada, one that affirms La Roja’s religious rights and autonomy in spiritual matters, would ease the fears of the congregation. If the people knew their faith would remain untouched, they might be more accepting of the changes to come."

Celeste nodded thoughtfully. "That is an excellent idea, Father Domen. I will speak to Hildrabrenna and the other leaders to craft such a declaration. It will be made clear that La Roja’s religious freedom is respected, and the church will continue to guide the spiritual lives of its people. I believe that will go a long way in easing concerns."

Bishop Velario gave a slow nod of approval. "Then we are in agreement, Lady Celeste. We will continue to cooperate and assist in the transition. But we ask that you remain vigilant in maintaining the balance between Espada’s rule and our people’s beliefs."

"You have my word, Bishop," Celeste replied firmly. "This is a partnership, not a conquest. Together, we can ensure La Roja’s future is one where both its faith and its strength are preserved."

With the meeting drawing to a close, Celeste felt a sense of accomplishment. The concerns of the church were valid, but by addressing them head-on and showing a willingness to collaborate, she had laid the groundwork for a smoother transition. As she left the hall, she knew there was still much work to be done, but with the church on their side, the integration of La Roja into Espada would proceed with far fewer obstacles.

Celeste made a mental note to relay the results of the meeting to Hildrabrenna, knowing that the balance between faith and power was a delicate one, but one that they could manage with the right approach.

 

[Hildrabrenna]

Hildrabrenna sat in her quarters, the dim light of the morning sun filtering through the heavy curtains. The weight of the negotiations and the ongoing efforts in La Roja had settled on her shoulders, but it was a weight she carried proudly. The integration of the province into Espada was progressing smoothly, but there were still elements that needed refinement. Celeste entered the room quietly, the tension of her own meetings evident in the slight furrow of her brow.

Hildrabrenna looked up, offering her a small nod. “Celeste, how did your meeting with the church go? Any major concerns?”

Celeste sighed softly, taking a seat across from Hildrabrenna. “The clergy are concerned, as expected. The people of La Roja are deeply religious, and they fear that Espada’s influence will disrupt their way of life. The church is also wary of our soldiers, worried that the military presence could cause unrest. They’ve asked for reassurances that their faith will be respected and that they’ll maintain autonomy in spiritual matters.”

Hildrabrenna listened carefully, her fingers steepling in thought. “That’s not surprising. La Roja is a proud kingdom, and their faith is the backbone of their culture. Did they suggest any resolutions?”

Celeste nodded. “They requested a public declaration from Espada, affirming their religious rights and autonomy. They also asked for continued dialogue, so they can be consulted on any changes that might affect the people’s beliefs.”

A slow smile crept across Hildrabrenna’s lips as an idea began to take shape. “Interesting… La Roja’s devotion could be turned in our favor. If they need a spiritual guide to ease their fears, we could give them one.” She paused, leaning back slightly, her eyes narrowing as her thoughts coalesced. “What if I interjected myself into the religious structure here? I’ve been thinking—Espada needs to solidify its hold on La Roja, and what better way than to take part in their most cherished institution?”

Celeste raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “You mean to say…?”

“I mean, I could become a high priestess within their church,” Hildrabrenna continued. “Not just any priestess, but one who preaches Marcus’ divinity. La Roja already sees their magic and miracles as divinely given—what if we build on that, introducing Marcus as the god they’ve been praying to all along? I am his first sired, after all, his child in a sense. Who better to bridge the gap between Espada’s vision and their faith?”

Celeste’s eyes widened slightly at the boldness of the idea. “You’d present Marcus as their god? It’s audacious, but it could work. They’re already hearing rumors about him being more than just a man, after all. If you position yourself as the voice of their faith, they would follow.”

Hildrabrenna leaned forward, her gaze intense. “Exactly. We frame Marcus as the god they’ve been worshipping for generations, the one who has brought us victory in Burgo, Hulva, and now Burganna. I’d introduce myself as his emissary, sent to lead them into a new age under his rule. And with me as their religious leader, La Roja would become a focal point for Espada, spiritually and strategically.”

Celeste considered the plan, nodding slowly. “It would solidify our hold here, no doubt. The people would look to you for guidance, and if Marcus is seen as their god, any dissent would be considered blasphemy. You could use that influence to ensure their loyalty not just to Espada, but to Marcus himself.”

“Precisely,” Hildrabrenna agreed, her eyes gleaming with ambition. “The church will fall in line, and through them, the people. The integration will be smooth, and La Roja will become a beacon of faith in Espada’s growing empire. We’ll also keep a close eye on their military and technological advancements, of course, integrating whatever we can into our own forces.”

Celeste crossed her arms, a smile playing on her lips. “And I assume this religious movement will also provide you with more power in the court?”

Hildrabrenna chuckled darkly. “Naturally. But it’s not just for me—it’s for Marcus, for Espada. La Roja’s resources, both spiritual and physical, will be at our disposal. We’ll work with their blacksmiths, their commanders, and their nobles to fortify the province. Lorren is already overseeing the integration of their armies, and I’ll ensure the finances align with our plans.”

Celeste’s gaze sharpened. “It’s an ambitious plan, but I can see it working. The clergy here are already hesitant about change, but if they see you as a continuation of their beliefs, rather than an outsider, they’ll accept it.”

Hildrabrenna stood, the fire of her ambition reflected in her posture. “Good. Then it’s settled. I’ll prepare my claim to the church, and you continue to oversee the assimilation with the people. We’ll make sure that every piece of La Roja, from its faith to its soldiers, falls neatly into Espada’s hands.”

With a final nod, Celeste rose as well, her duties clear. “I’ll keep working with the clergy, but I’ll prepare them for the shift. If we handle this correctly, La Roja will be ours in every sense of the word.”

Hildrabrenna’s smile widened as she gazed out of the window, her mind already racing with the possibilities. “Then let’s make it happen. La Roja will be the heart of Espada’s new religious order, and through me, they will know Marcus as their true god.”

As they parted ways, the weight of their combined plans settled like a storm on the horizon—one that would sweep through La Roja, uniting its people under the banner of Espada and its god-king, Marcus.

 

[The Night Court]

Celeste moved swiftly through the halls of the church, her presence now familiar to the clergy. After the recent discussions, they had grown accustomed to her steady hand and diplomatic approach. She had spent the morning updating the clergy on the coming changes, gently reminding them of Espada’s intention to respect La Roja’s faith while subtly introducing the idea of Hildrabrenna’s leadership within the religious order.

The high priests listened carefully, nodding along to her words, though some still harbored reservations. “You understand,” one of them had said, “that our faith has remained unchanged for centuries. Our people will need time to adjust.”

Celeste responded with her usual calm. “Of course. We’re not here to dismantle your traditions, but to offer a guiding hand in this new era. Hildrabrenna’s presence is a blessing, one that will strengthen both our nations. She is not an outsider; she is one who understands your divine ways, and through her, your faith will flourish.”

Satisfied with the assurances, the clergy gave their quiet consent for what was to come. The transition would not be without its challenges, but Celeste knew they were moving in the right direction.

Once her business with the clergy was done, Celeste turned her focus to the city itself. It was time to gather the people. As she walked through the streets of La Roja, her steps purposeful, she called upon the city criers and the guards, instructing them to spread word of the gathering at the main square.

The message echoed through the streets: “Citizens of La Roja! Come to the square, where Hildrabrenna, emissary of Espada, will speak to you all!”

As the announcement spread, a buzz of curiosity and uncertainty rippled through the city. Celeste could feel the tension in the air, but she knew that Hildrabrenna’s words would soothe those concerns. The people of La Roja, devout and proud, would find comfort in her message.

With the preparations complete, Celeste made her way to the main square, watching as the citizens slowly began to gather. Some came with skepticism in their eyes, while others with curiosity, and a few with hope. The clergy, too, filed in behind her, taking their places among the crowd, prepared to witness the speech that could shape the future of their kingdom.

Celeste stood at the edge of the square, scanning the crowd as it grew. She took a deep breath, steadying herself for what was to come. The people were ready, and soon, Hildrabrenna would step forward to deliver the speech that could unite La Roja under Espada’s banner once and for all.

 

[Hildrabrenna]

Hildrabrenna stood tall atop the platform overlooking the main square, her presence commanding attention as the citizens of La Roja gathered before her. Dressed in deep crimson, her garments flowing like blood over the stone, she exuded power and authority. Her eyes swept over the crowd, taking in the expressions of curiosity, apprehension, and hope. She had been sent here for a reason, and now, that reason would unfold.

With a single raised hand, the murmurs of the crowd quieted, and the square fell into silence.

"People of La Roja," Hildrabrenna’s voice rang out, clear and steady, "I stand before you not as a conqueror, but as a guide, sent to bring your proud kingdom into a new era. Your faith, your traditions, your way of life—they are sacred to us, just as they are to you."

Her gaze shifted, softening as she spoke of their culture. "Espada does not seek to dismantle what you have built here. We seek to embrace it, to strengthen it. You are part of something greater now, a union of strength, faith, and prosperity that will only grow as we come together. La Roja will not lose its identity; instead, it will flourish as a key pillar in the grand design of Espada."

A murmur rippled through the crowd, but Hildrabrenna held them in her thrall, her words calm but filled with the weight of destiny.

"Your traditions will remain," she continued, "your way of worship, your beliefs—all will be honored. We do not come to take away but to give. To give you access to the wealth, the power, and the protection of Espada’s empire."

She let the weight of her words settle before moving on to the heart of her speech. Her voice grew more deliberate, filled with conviction.

"But there is more. As you know, faith has always been central to your lives. The divine has always guided your steps, and it is by divine will that I stand before you now." She paused, letting the anticipation build. "Your prayers to the god-machine, to the divine force that you have worshipped, have not gone unheard. For I am here to tell you the truth, a truth that has always been known, even if it has remained unspoken until now."

The crowd leaned in, holding their breath as she delivered the next part.

"Marcus, the ruler of Espada, is no mere man. He is the god-machine you have worshipped. He is the force behind your victories, your protection, your prosperity. He has always been there, guiding you. And now, it is his will that I, Hildrabrenna, his first child, serve as your High Priestess, a vessel through which his divine will shall be known."

Gasps and whispers broke out among the citizens, but the high priests and clergy standing behind Hildrabrenna stepped forward, solemnly confirming her claim.

One of the elder priests raised his hand and spoke, "We have witnessed the signs, the truth of her words. Marcus, in his divine form, has shown us the path. Hildrabrenna is indeed the chosen High Priestess, and we stand by her side to guide our people in this sacred new age."

The clergy nodded in agreement, lending their weight to Hildrabrenna’s proclamation.

She turned back to the crowd, her voice rising with fervor. "You have been chosen, La Roja, to be the heart of this divine mission. You will stand at the center of the faith that will spread across the world, a beacon of strength and devotion under Marcus, the god who has watched over you for generations."

She extended her arms, her eyes blazing with authority. "Together, we will forge a future that honors your past, that strengthens your traditions, and that ensures your place in the great vision of Espada. As your High Priestess, I will lead you, and through me, you will always know the will of your god."

The crowd was silent, processing the enormity of her words. Slowly, some of the people began to bow their heads, accepting the shift, while others stood still, unsure but intrigued by the promises made.

Hildrabrenna stepped back, satisfied that the seeds of her plan had been planted. The clergy flanked her, their presence lending even more legitimacy to her claim. The people of La Roja were now hers to lead, and soon, they would embrace the divine rule of Marcus, solidifying La Roja as a cornerstone in the growing power of Espada.

She glanced toward Celeste, who stood at the edge of the platform, her face showing the faintest hint of a smile. Their mission had only just begun, but with this, they had taken the first and most important step.

 

[The Night Court]

Celeste stood at the edge of the square, watching as the crowd began to disperse. Hildrabrenna’s speech had been powerful, and its impact was undeniable. She admired her colleague’s ability to sway a room, to weave a narrative so compelling that even the doubters had been forced to listen. The clergy’s support had sealed the deal for most of the citizens, but Celeste’s sharp eyes caught sight of a few who lingered at the edges of the crowd, their expressions skeptical, even angry.

Not everyone would accept their truth so easily. Some still clung to their old ways, suspicious of Espada’s rapid rise to power, fearful of the changes that came with it. Celeste knew that those few dissenters could be dangerous if left unchecked.

As the square emptied, Celeste approached Hildrabrenna. “Your speech was masterful,” she said, her voice low. “But some remain unconvinced. A few still see us as outsiders, as evil for what they perceive as lies.”

Hildrabrenna turned to face her, her expression unreadable. “The ones who resist will always be there, Celeste. It’s in human nature to fear change, especially when it comes so swiftly.”

Celeste nodded. “True. But we cannot afford to let that fear fester. If they see us as a threat, they will find ways to undermine our cause. We need to be cautious, yet firm.”

Hildrabrenna’s eyes gleamed. “I trust you’ll figure out how to handle it, Celeste. You’ve always had a way with people.”

Celeste’s mind was already working on strategies. “I’ll need to focus more on the community, get to know the leaders beyond the clergy, the ones who hold sway over the common folk. If we can win them over, the rest will follow. Perhaps we can organize events, charitable acts, showing them that we’re not here to destroy but to uplift.”

Hildrabrenna smiled slightly, a rare but genuine expression. “I leave it in your hands. Just remember, our time here is not limitless. Marcus will expect results, and soon.”

Celeste inclined her head in acknowledgment. “I’ll make sure they see the truth, even if they have to be shown gently at first.”

With that, Hildrabrenna turned to leave, her robes billowing as she made her way back toward the castle. Celeste remained behind for a moment longer, gazing out over the city. La Roja was beautiful, with its old stone streets and towering spires, rich with tradition and history. It would not be easy to fully integrate the people into Espada’s fold, but she was determined to make it happen.

As she walked through the streets, her mind raced with ideas. She would start by visiting the influential families, the merchants, and the guild leaders. The key to securing their loyalty was to show them that their lives would improve under Espada’s rule. If they could be made to see that this new era brought prosperity, protection, and a bright future for their children, they would support the cause.

But there was still the matter of the dissenters, the ones who would not be swayed by words or promises. They needed to be watched carefully. Celeste would send word to the local informants, those willing to share rumors and whispers, to keep an ear on any talk of rebellion or unrest.

As night fell, Celeste had already begun laying the groundwork for her next move. Hildrabrenna had won the people’s minds with her speech, but it would be Celeste’s job to win their hearts.