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War of Treason | The War Inside - #9
Captain Hammond pondered upon Leo’s words. Could they ring true? The man came from a similar treason that forged the kingdom of Provence. The captain was deep in thought the rest of the way, as if she was unsure of what she would do next.
The palace soldiers wasted no time in calling out the WG, being an impasse to the Vice-Admiral. They outranked Captain Hammond here, and so they barred passage. Captain Hammond pondered. Leo’s words from the ship stuck with her.
[Hammond] “By royal decree, give way to His Majesty.”
Captain Hamons rolled up her sleeve, showing a marking in her forearm; a tiger. The soldiers gasped, immediately taking a small bow. Captain Hammons audibly cursed, before walking to the palace door and instructing Leo to follow.
Down the hall they were met by the entrance to the throne room. Commotion could be heard inside, voices tall and violent. T
[King Elizabello] “You talk of freedom but you fail to see we are already free! You’d have me beg at one master’s table to avoid another?!”
[Satagano] “Yes. Until the Wold Government comes knocking. Then you shall lose it all, like that day you lost your daughter. They will come. Make no mistake about it. Speak of the Devil...”
[King Elizabello] “Let him come! With this fist I shall protect my people!”
The large stone doors opened. They were expecting the vice-admiral. The throne room was huge even for a palace of that size. The room was fitted for giants with large stone pillars surrounding the edge of the gigantic room. Water birthed from the floor gave a regal view to the path laid by concrete, with a large almost ring-esque slab of concrete in the middle.
King Elizabello sat in his throne, guards with many accolades surrounding him. Standing in front of him in the concrete circle was Satagano, a recognizable RA figure. The old man had a cane and no back-up, though RA ships flew around the room from the outside, seen through the stone pillars.
The two leaders were in a negotiation. The ceasefire and the protest demanded it. However, all the attention turned to Leo and Hammond as they walked in. As the words suggested, the two were expected. Much hate between all. The wat to decide the fate of Provence Kingdom would be decided here,