Expansion Taking Salara | The Great Deal

[Kingdom Of Espada]

Agatha rode toward Salara with purpose, her black cloak billowing in the wind as the mighty walls of the city appeared in the distance. After so many brutal conquests under Espada’s name, this one would be different. Marcus had made his plans clear: the outer cities, especially Salara, needed to be approached with diplomacy. The people had to believe in the cause and see Espada as more than conquerors—they had to become allies, trusting in the empire’s vision.

Ahead of her, the envoy rode swiftly, carrying Espada’s banner, a symbol of both power and peace. Agatha knew the King’s court would already be buzzing with rumors of their arrival, likely torn between fear of an impending siege and curiosity about Espada’s sudden shift in approach. Those who survived the previous campaigns surely spoke of Espada’s strength, but this time, Agatha sought to show them something else—something that might build rather than destroy.

The letter she sent to the King was clear, penned with utmost precision:

“To His Majesty, King of Salara,

I, Agatha of Espada, come not with threats of war, but with an olive branch of peace. I seek an audience with you, in good faith, on behalf of Espada’s sovereign, King Marcus. We understand the power of strength, but we also value the wisdom of unity. It is Marcus’ wish that Salara not suffer the fate of other cities, but instead flourish as a vital part of the growing Espada Empire.

In exchange for your peaceful surrender, Espada offers much in return. Your lands will remain under your rule, and your people shall prosper. We bring with us advanced irrigation systems to improve your agriculture, new trade routes that will enrich your economy, and the protection of Espada’s armies against outside threats. We do not seek to take from you, but to uplift your city and its people. Espada’s scholars can share knowledge of sciences and magic to better your kingdom’s infrastructure.

I await your response and hope that you, like us, see the value in peaceful cooperation. Let us forge a bond between our lands that can stand the test of time.

With respect,
Agatha of Espada”

As she approached the outer gates, Agatha reflected on Marcus’ strategy. He knew that rumors of his wrath and power had spread far and wide. But now, by offering Salara prosperity instead of ruin, they could turn those whispers into stories of benevolence, tales of an empire that could conquer through diplomacy as much as through force.

She would await the King’s decision, but she felt confident. The offerings were real: protection from the chaos outside, wealth, knowledge, and autonomy under Espada’s rule. It was everything a cautious ruler could want. And if the King rejected it, Agatha knew that Salara would fall like the others—but not by her hand. This was, after all, Marcus’ plan, and it was a brilliant one.

For now, she held back the sword and extended the hand of peace. All that remained was to see if the King would take it.

 

[Kingdom Of Espada]

Agatha stood before the city gates, the wind brushing through her hair as she waited for the King’s reply. The streets of Salara remained eerily silent, the tension thick enough to cut through. Finally, after what felt like hours, a royal messenger emerged, bearing the King’s reply on a sealed scroll.

Unrolling it carefully, Agatha read:

“To Agatha of Espada,

You speak of peace, yet your name brings with it the weight of conquest. The people of Salara know well of Espada’s strength; the smoke of your previous victories has reached even our high walls. However, it is not fear that governs my hand, but the duty I have to my people and my realm.

You offer irrigation, trade, and protection, but at what cost? You say we may keep our lands, but I know too well what it means to bend the knee to another king. You ask for unity, yet unity under the banner of Espada would be submission. You bring advancements, but you also bring the shadow of a throne we did not choose.

I will grant you audience, as I seek not war if it can be avoided. But know this: Salara will not be swayed by silver tongues or promises alone. Our hearts beat for our own sovereignty. If you truly wish for peace, you must prove that Espada’s rule is one that respects the honor and traditions of Salara. Only then can we discuss the future.

I shall meet you within the walls of Salara, at the Palace of Winds, under the watchful eyes of my council and my people. There, we shall see whether your empire brings peace or only another name for dominance.

King Taerion of Salara”

Agatha lowered the scroll, her gaze focused on the massive gates that would soon open for her. This was a challenge, but not one she hadn’t anticipated. King Taerion was no fool—he would not submit so easily. She needed to tread carefully, balancing strength with the respect he demanded. Salara would be a vital part of Espada’s empire, and Marcus’ vision required its willing cooperation. Now, it was up to her to win them over.

With a slow, deliberate nod to the messenger, Agatha prepared herself for the coming audience, knowing this was only the beginning of a far more delicate game.

 

[The Night Court]

Agatha entered the grand halls of the Palace of Winds, her steps echoing off the marble floors as she took in the surroundings. The palace was a testament to Salara’s grandeur, its high, vaulted ceilings adorned with intricate murals of the kingdom’s storied past. King Taerion sat at the far end of the chamber on a raised throne, surrounded by his council and trusted guards. Their eyes followed her every move, suspicion and curiosity evident in their expressions.

She approached calmly, her black cloak trailing behind her, head held high as she came to a stop a respectful distance from the King. Bowing slightly, she straightened, her voice firm but measured.

“Your Majesty, King Taerion, esteemed councilors of Salara, I stand before you on behalf of Espada, bringing a proposal of peace and prosperity.”

The room was silent, the air thick with anticipation as Agatha continued.

“Espada does not seek to claim your lands through force, though we have the power to do so. King Marcus desires something greater than conquest. He seeks to unite the lands, to forge an empire where all benefit from shared strength, knowledge, and prosperity. Salara is a city of great culture, tradition, and wealth. We see that, and we respect it.”

She paused, making sure her words were sinking in, then began outlining the proposal.

“Espada offers Salara autonomy under the banner of our empire. You will remain as King, ruling your lands and people, but with the backing of Espada’s resources and protection. We propose a mutual pact—one that elevates your kingdom rather than diminishes it.”

Agatha took a breath, glancing at the council before continuing.

“In exchange for your cooperation, we will grant Salara access to Espada’s advanced technologies. Our engineers will help you improve your irrigation systems, ensuring more abundant harvests. Our trade routes will be opened to you, bringing new wealth and goods from across the empire to your markets. Your military will be bolstered by our forces, securing your borders from any outside threats.”

She stepped forward slightly, softening her tone.

“We understand your concerns, Your Majesty. Espada’s power has spread quickly, and we know the stories that precede us. But what we offer is not just conquest—it is an opportunity for growth, for your people to prosper under the stability of a united empire. You will be an integral part of something greater, not a vassal crushed beneath a distant throne. This is a partnership.”

Agatha’s eyes met King Taerion’s directly.

“Espada desires peace, King Taerion, and with it, the opportunity to build something lasting. But make no mistake, we are prepared for war should it come to that. Marcus has no interest in destruction for the sake of it. He values loyalty and strength, and he is willing to offer Salara a place in the new order. The choice, Your Majesty, is yours. Will you join us and rise with Espada, or will you resist and face a path much darker than what we offer today?”

Agatha let the words settle, watching the King and his council for their reactions, knowing this was the moment where diplomacy could shape the future of Salara.

 

[Kingdom Of Espada]

King Taerion sat on his throne, his fingers lightly drumming on the armrest as he listened to Agatha’s proposal. His eyes, sharp and calculating, flickered to each of his councilors as they exchanged silent glances. The silence in the room was heavy, and for a moment, it seemed as though he might not respond at all. Then, with a deep breath, the King leaned forward, his voice calm but carrying the weight of his authority.

“Agatha of Espada,” he began, “your proposal is as expected—well-crafted, promising prosperity, protection, and autonomy. It is clear you are well-versed in the art of negotiation, and you carry the voice of Marcus, a king who has built a reputation on both destruction and brilliance.”

He stood, walking slowly down the steps from his throne toward Agatha, his hands clasped behind his back as he spoke. The room remained still, the council watching closely.

“Salara is a proud kingdom, built not just on wealth and trade, but on the loyalty of its people. For generations, we have stood independent, forging our own path. What you offer is tempting. Advanced technologies, secured borders, trade routes that could enrich us beyond what we’ve known… all of this is attractive to any ruler. Yet, I wonder, at what true cost?”

He circled Agatha slowly, his tone growing more pointed.

“You speak of autonomy, but I know what it means to join an empire such as Espada’s. How long before your scholars tell us how to rule? How long before your soldiers guard our gates, ensuring Salara’s ‘loyalty’ to the crown of Espada? Will our traditions be eroded, replaced by your empire’s will? Will the day come when Marcus decides that Salara is no longer needed as a partner but as another province?”

King Taerion stopped in front of her, his gaze hardening.

“I do not doubt the power of Espada. I have heard the stories, seen the smoke rising from the cities that resisted you. But I am no fool. What you offer is not peace; it is submission disguised as benevolence. You say I will remain king, but under what circumstances? A king who serves another is no king at all.”

He straightened, his voice firm but not without reason.

“However, I am not blind to the realities of the world. I know the strength of Espada, and I see the direction in which the wind is blowing. So, I offer a counterproposal, one that preserves the dignity and independence of Salara.”

The councilors leaned in, clearly intrigued by their king’s boldness.

“We will agree to an alliance with Espada, but not as subjects. Salara will remain a sovereign nation, free to govern its own people and maintain its own traditions. In return, we will allow your trade routes to pass through our lands, and our armies will cooperate with yours in matters of defense. However, Espada will not station its troops here, nor will you interfere with our internal affairs. We will stand as equals, allies in a new age of cooperation, not rulers and subjects.”

Taerion’s eyes locked onto Agatha’s, his voice growing cold.

“If Marcus truly desires peace, he will see the wisdom in this. But if your empire insists on domination, then know that Salara will fight to its last breath. We would rather burn our city to the ground than bend the knee to a distant king.”

The King’s final words hung in the air, heavy with defiance and conviction.

 

[The Night Court]

Agatha remained poised as King Taerion delivered his counterproposal. His defiance wasn’t unexpected—his pride and love for Salara were evident. But Marcus had sent her for more than just negotiations; she was here to plant the seeds of something greater than a mere alliance. When the King finished, Agatha took a measured breath, her eyes never leaving his as she prepared to respond.

“Your Majesty,” she began, her tone steady but with an unmistakable firmness, “I respect your position, as does Marcus. We both understand the weight of sovereignty and the pride of ruling one’s people. But let me be clear—Marcus is not building an empire of simple alliances. He is not a conqueror with fleeting ambitions. What he envisions is not a patchwork of kingdoms bound by fragile agreements, but a unified empire—one that lasts beyond the ambitions of men, one that brings stability and power across all its lands.”

She paused, her gaze sweeping the room, ensuring the council heard her words as much as the King.

“An alliance, as you propose, creates cracks over time. Today we cooperate on trade, tomorrow on defense. But what happens when our goals diverge? When internal strife pulls us in different directions? Alliances are fragile, Your Majesty, and they can be broken by a single moment of disagreement or ambition.”

Agatha stepped forward, her posture embodying the resolve of Espada’s vision.

“Marcus understands this. He knows that true strength, true stability, comes not from fractured kingdoms loosely held together, but from a singular vision—a vision that elevates all who are part of it. That is why he leaves rulers in their respective seats, not to strip them of power, but to ensure that they lead their people within the greater whole. The empire Marcus is building isn’t about erasing cultures or traditions. It’s about weaving them into something stronger.”

She turned to address the council directly, her voice growing more passionate.

“Look around you. Empires in the past have crumbled because they demanded too much, because they sought to control every aspect of the lands they ruled. Espada is different. Marcus leaves kings like you, Your Majesty, in place because he understands that local rule, guided by those who know their people, is essential to stability. The cities we have taken remain intact because their rulers, while pledging loyalty to Espada, still govern their lands. They know their people better than any distant ruler ever could. This is why Marcus allows them to lead under his banner.”

She refocused on Taerion, her tone softening but no less resolute.

“What we offer is not the submission you fear. It is strength. It is unity. Under Espada, you would still sit on your throne, still rule your people—but with the backing of an empire that shares your interests, that ensures peace across all borders, that prevents future conflicts through collective strength. You wouldn’t be a king under a foreign crown; you would be a ruler who has chosen to align with something far greater than any single kingdom. You would be part of an empire that ensures Salara’s future for generations to come.”

Agatha let the weight of her words sink in before delivering her final point.

“Marcus is building something that will last—an empire where rulers like you are not diminished but empowered within a greater framework. What you offer as an alliance is, I fear, only a temporary solution to a much larger vision. Under Espada, your kingdom becomes more than just a city on a map; it becomes a vital part of a powerful whole. This is the system Marcus is creating, and why a mere alliance cannot suffice. To stand apart is to risk being left behind as the world shifts around you.”

She stepped back, her expression unwavering. “This, Your Majesty, is what Marcus offers. True unity. A legacy that will stand the test of time.”

 

[Kingdom Of Espada]

King Taerion listened intently as Agatha spoke, her words painting a picture of a future that was both daunting and promising. Her passion was clear, and while his heart still clung to the independence of Salara, her vision of a unified empire, built on the strength of many kingdoms, was beginning to resonate. The room remained silent for a moment as he weighed her words, his mind turning over the possibilities.

With a thoughtful expression, the King rose from his seat and stepped closer to Agatha, his voice softer but no less authoritative.

“Agatha,” he began, “you have presented a compelling case. I can see that Espada is not simply another empire seeking to consume everything in its path. You offer more than conquest; you offer vision, unity, and strength. And I would be lying if I said I did not find value in that. Salara could benefit from such a structure. But, as a king, my first responsibility is to my people. I cannot rush into this lightly.”

He looked around the hall, making sure his council understood his next words before returning his gaze to Agatha.

“While your words are convincing, they are not enough to make a decision of this magnitude. I need to hear these promises and visions directly from the one who crafted them—King Marcus himself. If Marcus wishes for Salara to join this grand empire, I must see in his eyes the sincerity and strength that you speak of. I need to know that his vision is not merely one of power, but one of purpose.”

Taerion’s expression remained cautious, though there was a glint of intrigue in his eyes. He stepped forward once more, his voice steady but with a tone of finality.

“I offer this: let Marcus come to Salara. Let us meet, face to face, and discuss the future of this empire and Salara’s place within it. If he is the ruler you claim him to be, I want to hear from him directly what role he sees for me, for my people, in this empire he is building. I want to know what future he envisions—not just for Espada, but for all of us.”

He paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle before offering a more personal invitation.

“Let us dine together, Marcus and I. We shall speak as kings, not in the halls of war, but at the table of diplomacy. If he can convince me of this vision as you have begun to, then we may have a path forward. But I need more than words, Agatha. I need to see the man behind the empire.”

King Taerion stepped back toward his throne, his gaze now more measured, but not without hope.

“I offer you this, a gesture of peace and respect. Have your king come to Salara, and let us see if there is a future where we stand together, not just as allies, but as partners in something greater.”

With that, Taerion signaled the end of their current negotiations, leaving the next move in Agatha’s hands—and, ultimately, in Marcus.

 

[The Night Court]

Agatha took a deep breath, letting King Taerion’s words sink in. His hesitation was understandable, but beneath that, she sensed a respect for the vision of Espada. It was clear that the King was a man of principle, and his desire to meet Marcus face to face wasn’t just a formality—it was a sign of his strength, his careful thoughtfulness. She found herself admiring him, knowing that Marcus would appreciate the King’s tenacity and wisdom.

Stepping away from the Palace of Winds, Agatha’s mind was already turning to the next step. She would need to carefully navigate the logistics of Marcus’ arrival, but first, she had to inform him. Closing her eyes, she reached out through their telepathic link, her message clear and direct.

“My King, King Taerion of Salara has agreed to consider joining the empire, but he wishes to meet you in person. He wants to hear the vision from your own lips and dine with you as equals. I believe he could be a valuable ally, not just in name but in spirit. His tenacity will inspire those around him, and I believe you will find him a king worth forging ties with. I have sent a formal envoy to request your presence. Your proximity in Rios makes this the perfect time. Once you pass through Salara, El Gran awaits beneath. The timing is ideal.”

She opened her eyes and cast one last glance at the city behind her. The thought of Marcus and King Taerion sitting together filled her with anticipation. This could be the moment that solidified Salara’s place within the empire—not through force, but through diplomacy and mutual respect.

With a deep breath, she summoned an envoy, instructing them to formally request Marcus’ presence in Salara. The city would need to prepare, and so would Espada. Agatha knew Marcus would see the wisdom in this. Not only did the geographical position of Salara make it a crucial piece in the empire’s expansion, but Taerion’s leadership would bolster the legitimacy of their cause.

The envoy departed swiftly, and Agatha took her place just outside the kingdom, preparing to wait for Marcus’ arrival. She knew he would make his presence known soon, and when he did, Salara would never be the same.

 

[Marcus Aumont]

Marcus, receiving Agatha’s telepathic message, allowed a rare smile to cross his face. Agatha had done well in Salara—her approach was both strategic and diplomatic, exactly what was needed for this crucial stage of their expansion. He could feel her respect for King Taerion through their link, and it intrigued him. If Taerion was the kind of ruler who could be moved by words rather than force, then Marcus knew this meeting could be pivotal.

“You have done well, Agatha,” Marcus replied telepathically. “Your instincts are as sharp as ever, and your patience in Salara is commendable. I will ride to meet King Taerion. This victory in Rios has cleared the path, and El Gran is on the horizon. It is as you say—the timing is perfect.”

The victory at Rios had left Marcus in high spirits, though he never allowed himself to rest for long. There were always more lands to be taken, more kingdoms to be woven into the empire. But Salara presented a different opportunity—one that could be won not by conquest, but by alliance through understanding. This intrigued him. He relished in both the thrill of battle and the intricate game of politics. A king like Taerion, who wished to meet Marcus face to face, deserved that respect.

Marcus turned his gaze towards his camp, where his troops, still basking in the glow of their recent victory, were preparing for their next move. They were well-trained, disciplined, but the battles had taken their toll. Rest would be needed before the ride to Salara.

“Give the troops reprieve,” Marcus commanded aloud, his deep voice carrying across the camp. “Let them rest and gather their strength. We march to Salara soon, but not in haste. We ride for peace, not war, and we will do so with honor.”

As he gave the order, his mind raced through the preparations. Once the formal envoy from Salara arrived, he would finalize his plans. The troops would have time to rest, sharpen their weapons, and prepare themselves for what might come next. Though he hoped for diplomacy, Marcus was never one to be caught off guard. If Taerion sought peace, it would be on Espada’s terms. And if the King still had doubts, Marcus would sway him with his presence, his vision, and if necessary, his power.

In the coming days, the troops would ready themselves for the journey. Marcus, too, would prepare—not just as a conqueror, but as the leader of a growing empire, ready to show the kings of this world what true unity looked like. The next step was clear: Salara awaited, and with it, another victory—this time, won with words rather than blood.

 

[The Night Court]

The formal envoy from Salara arrived to Marcus’ camp, delivering the message with the usual reverence expected of a king’s emissary. Marcus, already aware of the request through Agatha’s telepathic link, accepted the news with a calm nod. This was expected, and Salara was far too important to ignore. The kingdom held a strategic position in his expansion, and he knew its inclusion in his empire would solidify his control over the surrounding territories.

After issuing his acceptance of the invitation, Marcus ordered his armies to ready themselves. Salara was a critical piece in his ever-growing puzzle, and as they marched, Marcus’ mind was already calculating the possibilities. His forces, bolstered by victories in campaigns across multiple provinces, marched with him. While Agatha commanded one segment of his forces, other champions of Espada led their own regiments, making his collective army a fearsome and sprawling force. Marcus’ personal battalion was one of the largest and most battle-hardened, and it was clear that Salara would feel the weight of his presence when he arrived.

After several days of riding through the lands, Marcus finally reached the outskirts of Salara, where Agatha was waiting. Her presence brought him a sense of pride; she had been strategic, wise, and careful in her dealings with King Taerion, securing this opportunity for Marcus to meet with the king himself. As they reunited, Marcus wasted no time in preparing for his upcoming audience.

“Agatha,” he said, stepping down from his mount and approaching her, “You have done well in Salara. I need to know more before this meeting. Tell me everything about King Taerion—his personality, his fears, his desires. What drives this man?”

Agatha nodded, knowing this moment had been coming. She had studied the king during her time at the Palace of Winds, observing his demeanor, his speech, and how he carried himself. This information would be invaluable to Marcus.

“King Taerion is a man of principle, a ruler who deeply values the welfare of his people,” Agatha began. “He is cautious, but not weak. His hesitation comes from a genuine desire to protect Salara and ensure that any alliance he enters into will benefit his people. He respects strength, Marcus, but he also values diplomacy. He was moved by my speech, but he wants to hear from you directly. I believe he sees the potential in our empire, but he needs reassurance—he needs to know that what we are offering is more than just conquest. He wants to be a part of something greater, but he must believe that we offer that without the threat of destruction.”

Marcus listened intently, nodding as Agatha continued to outline the king’s traits and tendencies. It was clear that Taerion was a man who could be swayed, but only if Marcus played his cards carefully.

“Good,” Marcus said, his voice low but commanding. “We will give him the vision he seeks. I will show him that our empire is not merely about dominance, but about unity, strength, and a future where all kingdoms thrive under Espada’s banner. If he needs reassurance, I will give it to him, but he will also understand the power we wield.”

Marcus’ eyes glinted with determination. He would approach Taerion not just as a conqueror, but as a leader who could inspire and command respect. Salara would join the empire—whether through diplomacy or by force was up to the king, but Marcus was prepared for either outcome.

“Prepare the troops,” Marcus ordered. “We ride to the Palace of Winds at dawn. I want every man and woman ready. Agatha, you will ride with me. Together, we will ensure that Salara sees the future that awaits them under Espada’s rule.”

With that, Marcus turned to oversee the final preparations. The time for diplomacy had arrived, and he would ensure that Salara—and its king—knew the true strength of the empire they were about to join.

 

[Marcus Aumont]

As the first light of dawn touched the horizon, Marcus and his forces made their way toward the Palace of Winds. The ride was steady but purposeful, the sheer presence of his army serving as an unmistakable symbol of the power Marcus wielded. At the gates of Salara, his massive force stood at the ready—a visible reminder of what lay just beyond the city’s doorstep. Though this meeting was meant to be diplomatic, the weight of Espada’s strength loomed over the moment.

Agatha rode beside Marcus, her eyes on the grand palace ahead. The Palace of Winds, with its towering spires and marble walls, was a sight to behold. Yet, it paled in comparison to the empire that Marcus envisioned. As they reached the city’s entrance, trumpets blared to announce their arrival. The people of Salara watched in awe—and no small measure of fear—as the forces of Espada stood in perfect formation outside their city.

Marcus dismounted with deliberate grace, his cloak billowing slightly in the morning breeze. Beside him, Agatha mirrored his calm confidence. They were received by King Taerion’s envoy, who escorted them to the palace. While Agatha would remain by Marcus’ side initially, the plan was for the two kings to speak alone, without distraction.

As they reached the palace, Marcus entered the grand hall, a chamber adorned with intricately woven tapestries and marble statues of Salaran rulers. King Taerion awaited him at the far end, seated on his throne. He rose as Marcus approached, a look of measured caution in his eyes, but also curiosity. This was the man who had already conquered so much and had the vision to unite so many.

The two men exchanged respectful nods before taking their seats at the grand table prepared for their discussions. Taerion spoke first, his voice steady.

“Marcus of Espada, your presence here is unmistakable,” Taerion began, casting a glance toward the army visible through the palace windows. “I appreciate the strength you bring, but we both know this meeting is about more than that. I wish to hear your vision—what it truly means to join your empire.”

Marcus leaned forward slightly, his posture strong but calm. His gaze never wavered from Taerion’s as he spoke, his voice carrying the weight of a thousand victories and the promise of an even greater future.

“King Taerion,” Marcus began, “you’ve seen the might of Espada, but power alone is not what drives us. Our empire is built on the foundation of unity—uniting kingdoms, cultures, and people under a single banner, not to destroy them, but to give them strength beyond what they can achieve alone. Salara is a key part of that vision. I seek not just allies, but partners in building a future where our united empire is more powerful than any of us could be alone.”

Taerion listened, nodding as Marcus continued.

“We do not seek to erase what makes your kingdom unique. Your people, your culture, and your leadership will remain. But under Espada, you will have protection from external threats, the prosperity that comes from being part of a vast network of trade and resources, and the stability that comes with being part of something larger than any single kingdom.”

There was a pause as Marcus let his words sink in before he added, “But make no mistake, King Taerion. This is not a simple alliance. I do not seek alliances for the sake of temporary convenience. I seek to build an empire where all kingdoms work toward a common goal, and where those who join us flourish while those who resist fall behind.”

Taerion’s gaze grew more contemplative. He understood the gravity of Marcus’ words and the decision before him. He could see the strength of the empire Marcus described, but also the inevitability of what was coming. To resist would mean not only conflict but falling behind in a world that was rapidly changing.

The king leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing slightly as he weighed his response. “Your vision is grand, Marcus, and I cannot deny the potential benefits for my people. But Salara is a proud kingdom, and we have maintained our independence for generations. To join your empire would mean trusting in a future where my people are not just another cog in a larger machine. I want to ensure that Salara’s voice will be heard, that our contributions will matter in the greater empire you build.”

Marcus nodded. “Salara’s voice will matter. That is why I leave rulers in place. You know your people, your land, and your culture better than anyone. Espada is not about taking away that sovereignty, but enhancing it. You will govern your kingdom as you always have—only now, you will be part of something that elevates all of us.”

The conversation continued, with Taerion asking pointed questions, probing deeper into what the future would look like for his people under Espada’s rule. Marcus, calm and assured, answered every concern with the same blend of authority and vision that had already won over so many others.

After a time, Agatha quietly excused herself, knowing that this meeting was best left in the hands of the two leaders. As she stood outside the hall, she couldn’t help but feel confident. Marcus had a way of speaking that could move mountains, and King Taerion, though cautious, was no fool. He could see the tide turning, and he would not let his people be swept away.

Inside the grand hall, the two kings continued to talk, the future of Salara hanging in the balance. Marcus knew that this moment, like so many others, would shape the empire he was building—one kingdom at a time.

 

[Kingdom Of Espada]

King Taerion, visibly intrigued but with a thoughtful furrow on his brow, leaned forward and met Marcus’s gaze directly. There was a fire in his eyes, a hint of his inner struggle as he weighed what Marcus proposed.

“Marcus,” Taerion began, his voice measured and calm, “your empire and your vision are indeed compelling. You bring strength, stability, and the promise of prosperity. I see the merit in becoming part of a larger whole, especially when the world is shifting as it is. But Salara has always thrived by relying on its own values, our own sense of honor and independence. To submit as a vassal kingdom under another banner, even one as powerful as Espada, it requires more than just promises. It requires an understanding.”

He paused, searching for the right words before he continued. “Salara is not afraid of alliance nor partnership. And if we join you as a vassal, I must know that our sovereignty will not be sacrificed. Our culture, our laws, the legacy of our ancestors…they must be preserved. I ask for more than prosperity. I ask for respect.”

Taerion’s eyes softened as he spoke, yet his tone grew firm. “If we enter into vassalage, I want assurances, Marcus. Assurances that my people will continue to rule themselves in the ways they know best, and that the voice of Salara will carry weight within Espada’s halls. I do not wish for Salara to become a kingdom overshadowed, silenced, or molded to fit the empire’s mold.”

He leaned back, a flicker of pride in his expression as he continued. “Salara will stand with you, Marcus, and join your vision—but as a vassal, I need to believe that Salara will still be Salara. We need a place of respect, a seat within Espada’s councils, a promise that our identity will endure even as we join something greater.”

King Taerion’s gaze never left Marcus, his words carrying the weight of a kingdom’s pride, tradition, and strength. “Give me this, and my people will follow you, not as a conquered land but as a valued and trusted ally in this empire you are building.”

 

[Marcus Aumont]

Marcus listened intently, his expression resolute yet respectful of Taerion’s concerns. When the king finished, Marcus offered a slight nod, recognizing the pride and strength of a ruler who would not simply yield, but instead sought a partnership rooted in respect and mutual vision. He leaned forward, a hint of admiration in his eyes.

“King Taerion,” he began, his voice calm yet resolute, “I would expect nothing less from a ruler as wise and steadfast as you. Espada’s strength is not merely in the land it claims but in the diversity and resilience of those who call it home. The foundation of this empire lies in its council—a gathering of the very leaders who understand their own people better than anyone else, and who contribute to shaping our future.”

He continued, “Your voice, your insight, and your understanding of Salara’s unique legacy are invaluable. This is why I offer you a seat within Espada’s council, a place where you, as a ruler, will not only speak for Salara but help define the course of our empire. With this seat, Salara’s voice will be heard, its interests safeguarded, and its culture respected. Your kingdom’s wisdom will strengthen our empire just as much as our armies.”

Marcus’s gaze was unwavering, a promise glinting in his eyes. “This council is a true partnership. You will join the leaders who have already taken their place there—not as subordinates, but as partners in the vision I have set forth. Together, we will guide this empire, ensuring it remains strong, prosperous, and just. And as Salara prospers, so too will Espada.”

He let a moment pass, allowing Taerion to absorb his words before he added, “My promise to you is one of respect and preservation. Salara’s traditions, its identity, and the honor of your ancestors will not be diminished. In Espada, they will flourish, celebrated and protected.”

Marcus leaned back slightly, his demeanor one of a ruler offering a genuine alliance. “So, let us move forward together, as allies on this council. Let Salara stand as a pillar of Espada, its voice an integral part of the empire we are building.”

 

[Kingdom Of Espada]

King Taerion took a measured breath, visibly moved by Marcus’s words. He studied the vampire king for a moment, weighing the sincerity of the offer against his own vision for Salara’s future. Finally, he inclined his head, a flicker of reluctant admiration crossing his face.

“Marcus,” Taerion said, his tone respectful, “you’ve shown me a vision of Espada that I didn’t expect—a place where strength and honor walk side by side. Salara has always guarded its independence fiercely, but what you offer is not conquest, nor subjugation. You offer a partnership—a chance for our people to shape something far greater than our borders alone.”

He glanced around the room, as if seeing his palace and city through the eyes of those who would one day follow him. “To sit on your council, to carry Salara’s voice into Espada’s very core, that is an honor I would consider worthy of my people. You have my agreement, Marcus. I will join your empire, and I will do so as an ally, as a king, and as a part of Espada’s vision.”

Taerion extended his hand in a gesture of unity, his gaze unwavering as he locked eyes with Marcus. “Salara will be yours, but let it be known—it will also remain Salara. I will ensure my people see the promise you bring, that they understand the strength we gain by standing alongside Espada, not beneath it.”

With a slight smile, he concluded, “And I look forward to seeing this council, this empire that you envision, come to life. Together, we will bring a new age of prosperity and power that even the most skeptical hearts will come to respect.”

 

[Marcus Aumont]

Marcus accepted King Taerion’s hand, his own grip firm yet respectful as he nodded with a look of genuine satisfaction.

“King Taerion,” he began, “today, we forge not just an alliance but a vision for the future—one that unites strength and heritage, ambition and respect. Salara will be a vital part of this empire, standing not as a conquered land but as a kingdom whose wisdom and traditions help shape our path forward. I will see that your people recognize this distinction, as will all of Espada.”

Releasing Taerion’s hand, Marcus continued, “The first steps will be to solidify this bond publicly so that your people, and all who look to Salara, see the unity we bring. I will send emissaries to work with your advisors, ensuring a seamless integration while preserving Salara’s autonomy and traditions. Espada’s resources will be at your disposal—whether for the strengthening of Salara’s borders, the development of trade, or the support of your infrastructure.”

He paused, his expression thoughtful. “I will also convene a council gathering, where you will meet the other leaders who stand by Espada’s side. You and your people deserve to see the strength of those who share this vision. Together, we’ll define the principles that will guide us.”

Marcus’s gaze intensified as he laid out his final words. “As we go forward, the empire’s goal will be to ensure peace, prosperity, and justice across every kingdom within its banner. With Salara’s voice now a part of that council, we are stronger. Let us lead by example, showing the world that honor and alliance can achieve what war alone never could.”

Stepping back, he inclined his head in a final gesture of respect. “For now, I will take my leave and begin preparations. But rest assured, King Taerion—you and I will build a legacy worthy of both Salara and Espada.”

 

[Kingdom Of Espada]

On the morning of the proclamation, the people of Salara gathered in the city square, drawn by curiosity, apprehension, and whispers of a momentous announcement. Banners of Salara fluttered in the gentle breeze alongside the newly raised emblem of Espada, a potent symbol of the union about to be declared.

King Taerion stood upon a stone platform, his figure silhouetted against the morning sun. The murmur of the crowd quieted as he raised a hand, his gaze steady, embodying the resolute spirit of a leader deeply connected to his people.

“People of Salara,” he began, his voice carrying across the square, “for centuries, we have held our independence, shaped by traditions and bound by our loyalty to our land and each other. We have faced threats with strength, kept our culture sacred, and honored the legacy of our ancestors. Today, I stand before you to announce a new path—one that honors our past while securing our future.”

He paused, letting his words sink in. “Today, we join Espada not as a conquered kingdom, but as a partner. Salara will be a part of a greater empire, a force united not by force alone, but by the shared values of honor, prosperity, and resilience. In Espada, we will find allies, resources, and opportunities that will allow Salara to thrive in ways we have yet to imagine.”

Taerion took a steadying breath, his eyes sweeping across the crowd. “Some may wonder what this means for our way of life, our customs, and our identity. I assure you, Salara will not lose its soul. Our voice will not be lost within the empire. I have been granted a seat on Espada’s council to represent our people, our culture, and our needs. We will help shape this empire from within, ensuring that Salara’s values and spirit remain intact.”

He continued, “This alliance, this union, brings the protection of Espada’s armies to our doorstep. It brings trade, prosperity, and the promise of a future where our children grow under the shield of peace, not the shadow of war. Together, with the strength of Espada and the heart of Salara, we will build a legacy that will endure.”

The crowd’s energy shifted, murmurs of approval spreading as Taerion’s words resonated. He lifted his voice once more, with a final rallying call: “Today, we open a new chapter for Salara. Today, we join Espada. Together, we are stronger. Together, we stand as one.”

The crowd erupted in applause and cheers, Salara’s people moved by their king’s conviction and hopeful for what lay ahead.

 

[Marcus Aumont]

As the cheers for King Taerion resounded, Marcus stepped forward, his presence commanding attention. He was clad in regal attire that combined Espadian and Salaran elements—dark, finely crafted armor adorned with silver detailing and intricate symbols representing the union of their lands. The people fell silent, curious yet cautious as they took in the formidable figure of Espada’s ruler.

Marcus lifted a hand in a calm, dignified gesture, meeting the gazes of Salara’s citizens with an expression that was both powerful and unexpectedly reassuring. His voice was steady, rich, carrying a solemnity that echoed across the square.

“People of Salara,” he began, his tone resonating with strength and respect, “I stand before you not only as the leader of Espada but as one who deeply respects the heritage, honor, and spirit of your kingdom. Salara is a land of warriors, artisans, and wise minds—a land that has withstood the test of time through unity and resolve. Today, that legacy joins with Espada’s own.”

He allowed a moment for the crowd to absorb his words, his gaze unwavering. “Some may fear that this union threatens your traditions, that it endangers the identity you hold dear. But let me assure you—this empire is not built upon the erasure of its people. It is built upon their strength, their culture, their pride. Salara will remain Salara, its essence preserved, even as it joins something greater.”

Marcus gestured to Taerion, who stood nearby, a symbol of this alliance. “In Espada’s council, your king will hold an honored seat, representing not only his own wisdom but the heart of Salara. Together, he and I, along with other leaders, will ensure that the values you cherish are not only upheld but celebrated.”

He paused, looking out over the people with a somber intensity. “This is a new dawn for Salara. With the strength of Espada, you will stand not in isolation, but in the company of allies. Your borders will be guarded, your lands enriched, and your future secured. Peace is no longer a distant hope—it is a reality we will protect together.”

With a nod to Taerion, Marcus lifted his gaze to the horizon, his voice lifting in a final, resolute call. “Together, we build an empire of strength, of honor, and of unity. Today, I am honored to call Salara part of Espada—and to call each of you my allies, my people, my kin.

A ripple of admiration and hope swept through the crowd, Salara’s citizens stirred by Marcus’s pledge. The unified vision of Taerion and Marcus stood before them—a promise of prosperity and strength as one empire, bound by respect and purpose.

 

[Marcus Aumont]

With the final applause fading, Marcus approached King Taerion, extending his hand in a symbolic gesture that cemented the alliance not only between leaders but also in the eyes of Salara’s people. As their hands clasped, a wave of approval swept over the crowd, sealing the bond between Espada and Salara. The moment held significance—a bridge formed from two powerful worlds into a united vision for the future.

Marcus released Taerion’s hand with a respectful nod. “King Taerion, I leave Salara in capable hands,” he said, gesturing to Agatha, who stepped forward, ready to continue discussions with Salara’s advisors. “May this new era bring prosperity and strength to us both. Salara is destined to become one of Espada’s great centers, a beacon of business and trade that connects us to the world beyond. I look forward to seeing it flourish.”

Turning, Marcus made his way toward his waiting retinue, his cloak flowing behind him as he exited with an air of purpose. His presence would linger even as he departed—an indelible reminder of Espada’s reach and strength.

Meanwhile, Agatha moved to Taerion’s side, her demeanor both respectful and resolute as she prepared to lead the integration discussions. Salara’s role was essential to Marcus’s broader strategy, and she would ensure every detail honored the commitment he had made. As she and Taerion began their work, a new chapter opened not only for Salara but for Espada itself—a testament to the empire’s vision for growth, unity, and strength.

 

[The Night Court]

Seated at the grand table within the Palace of Winds, Agatha looked around at the gathered figures—King Taerion, his advisors, the master of coin, and the kingdom’s highest-ranking military officers. Salara, situated in the heart of Espada’s expanding territories, held the potential to become the thriving center of all trade routes, an essential conduit between Espada and the world beyond. This vision was the cornerstone of Espada’s strategy for Salara, and Agatha was here to make it a reality.

“Thank you all for convening,” Agatha began, her tone steady yet welcoming. “Salara holds a vital position within Espada, and it is Marcus’s vision that this kingdom becomes the beating heart of trade and commerce within the empire. For this vision to take shape, we must ensure that Salara is equipped with the infrastructure and defenses to match its potential.”

She gestured to the advisors, drawing their focus. “Our first priority will be fortifying Salara’s borders and strengthening its internal defenses. With an increase in trade, we anticipate an influx of goods, travelers, and merchants. This growth will bring prosperity but also attract unwanted attention. Espada will allocate funds and resources to upgrade the city walls, expand the guard forces, and implement security measures to protect our shared interests.”

Turning to the master of coin, she continued. “Financially, we have detailed projections here for both short- and long-term investments. Espada will cover the initial costs of upgrading infrastructure—new roads, expanded trade outposts, and a fortified customs system to manage and monitor goods moving in and out. These developments will make Salara more secure and a prime location for traders and allies.”

Agatha laid out parchment scrolls on the table, showing figures and plans. “To fund these initiatives, a new trade tax structure will be implemented. Espada and Salara will split tax revenues from goods passing through the kingdom, ensuring both parties benefit from the trade boom.”

She then addressed the military advisors. “We’ll establish an Espadian outpost here, bringing some of our best-trained troops to supplement your current forces. Our goal is not to replace Salara’s military but to enhance it, combining your knowledge of local terrain with Espada’s defensive strategies. Together, we’ll protect Salara against any threats.”

Finally, Agatha looked to Taerion. “Our aim is to respect Salara’s sovereignty while making it an essential part of the Espadian empire. This integration will foster strength, wealth, and stability, not just for Salara but for every kingdom connected to it. Marcus holds Salara in high regard, and he’s committed to helping this land reach its full potential within Espada.”

As the advisors looked over the plans, considering both the benefits and the changes required, Agatha waited calmly, ready to address any questions and refine the details to ensure this integration laid a strong foundation for Salara’s future as a central pillar of Espada.

 

[Kingdom Of Espada]

King Taerion exchanged a glance with his advisors, each one murmuring as they absorbed Agatha’s proposals. After a moment, he nodded, motioning for his master of coin to speak first.

The master of coin, an older man with a shrewd eye for detail, leaned forward. “Lady Agatha, the financial plans you’ve outlined are ambitious, but if implemented carefully, they could indeed bring prosperity to Salara. The split tax structure is fair, though we’d require assurances on the exact percentages and oversight of collection. We will also need a clear understanding of the flow of goods—both incoming and outgoing—so our treasury can accurately project and plan.”

One of Taerion’s senior advisors, an experienced strategist, spoke up next. “Your suggestion of establishing an Espadian outpost here is… pragmatic. A joint force could indeed strengthen our defenses, especially with Salara’s trade increasing as you anticipate. However, we need clarity on command structures and the relationship between Espadian troops and our own. Salara’s military is proud and well-trained; we would not want any misunderstandings that could undermine morale.”

The military commander nodded in agreement. “Precisely. We would welcome the expertise and resources of the Espadian forces, but our soldiers are accustomed to our methods, and integration may require additional training. Joint drills could ease this transition, especially if Espadian troops are to supplement rather than replace our own.”

King Taerion finally looked at Agatha, his expression one of measured consideration. “Lady Agatha, Espada’s vision is clear and ambitious, and I am pleased to see this respect for Salara’s sovereignty in your words. Salara stands to benefit greatly from these upgrades in trade, infrastructure, and security. That said, I have a few requests and clarifications.”

He leaned forward. “First, regarding infrastructure—Salara’s architects and laborers should be involved in the process. Their expertise with local materials and the land’s peculiarities will only serve to make the upgrades stronger. Second, we will require regular updates on the developments here, not only to ensure our advisors are fully informed but to keep our people reassured of these changes.”

The advisors nodded in agreement with their king, awaiting Agatha’s response. They had laid out their terms, each focused on securing a place for Salara’s traditions, pride, and involvement in this new chapter within the Espadian empire.

 

[The Night Court]

Agatha listened intently, taking in each advisor’s concerns and King Taerion’s requests with a respectful nod. She appreciated their dedication to Salara’s prosperity and stability—it aligned perfectly with Espada’s vision for the empire’s growth.

Turning first to the master of coin, Agatha addressed his concerns with clarity. “Your prudence with Salara’s finances is commendable, and we share the same goal: transparency and fairness. The split tax revenue structure will be meticulously documented, with regular reports shared with your treasury to keep projections accurate. Additionally, Espada will cover the initial infrastructure investment, so Salara will not bear any financial strain during this transition period.”

She shifted her gaze to the military strategist and commander. “Our goal is to create an alliance that is both strong and seamless. As such, Espadian forces will not replace your soldiers but serve alongside them. Command will remain under Salara’s leaders within the city walls, with Espadian officers supporting as necessary to enhance strategies and defenses. Joint training exercises will also be conducted so our forces can learn from one another, building unity and efficiency.”

Agatha then met Taerion’s gaze, a warm expression of appreciation crossing her face. “Your requests are both insightful and practical, Your Grace, and I thank you for placing Salara’s experts at the forefront of this vision. Your architects and laborers will indeed lead the way in the infrastructure projects. They know this land better than anyone, and their expertise will be crucial for the durability and harmony of these upgrades.”

“As for updates, I will ensure that reports on progress and changes are sent regularly to you and your council. Espada values transparency and will honor our commitment to keeping Salara informed every step of the way.”

Agatha then mentioned the council seat, Agatha inclined her head in agreement. “Your voice—and that of Salara—deserves a place at the table. Marcus has long believed that Espada’s strength comes from its people and its alliances. Salara shall have a seat on the Espadian council, representing your kingdom’s interests and ensuring that its voice is heard.”

She leaned forward, addressing them all. “This alliance is built on respect, strength, and shared prosperity. With Salara as a central trade hub, a place of vibrant culture and strategic importance, it will shine as an integral part of Espada. Together, we’ll build something that honors Salara’s heritage and advances our shared future.”

With a final look at the king and his advisors, Agatha waited for their response, confident that they could now see how deeply Espada valued their partnership.