You order the Army to go to the east and deal with the orkish raids!
424 AEC, Midsummer
4
There are reports of success! Several raiding parties were dealt with, and few hamlets successfully protected from immediate destruction.
By the evening, however, what you've dreaded of begins in earnest! You feel the kicking of the child (or children), as it demands to be delivered upon this world. You quickly call for the nurses and maidens to help you to a spare bedroom. Hot water and soft towels are prepared as the ladies undress you and lay your nude, bloated body upon the large bed, locking the door as the men are not allowed to witness this miracle of life.
After hours of sweating, being in pain, screaming and crying, you finally give birth - to two squealing children! The nurses take the newborns away as you breathe out in relief.
"May Father and Mother bless you further, my Queen." The matron hands the two tiny, towel-wrapped bundles, into your waiting arms. "They're both boys." Boys! Surely, Gabrrel will be delighted to hear that he has not one but two sons.
He arrives shortly afterwards, smooching up your hands and holding the children for the first time. After some deliberation, he decides to name them Amet and Arrat. You wish them long and prosperous lives.
424 AEC, Late Summer
6
Great victory for your Army in the east! Not only they've destroyed the little raiding parties over several weeks' time, they've also caught up with the main horde. Your soldiers bravely fell upon the orks, and apparently, have beheaded one of their High Chiefs. As High Chiefs are one of the smartest, strongest, and usually, longest-lived of orks, this is no mere feat.
It will definitely cause the brutish orks to seek plunder and destruction far, far from the borders of Kastoria.
424 AEC, Autumn
Gold bullion arrives from the mines, supplying the Treasury with much needed money.
The council gathers as some of your nobles, encouraged by the victory against the orks, have arrived at the capital to discuss a certain matter with you.
"My Queen," one of them begins. "Our Army is strong, our levies numerous, and a certain territory requires reconquest!"
"Yes!" Another echoes their predecessor. "It is best of times to fall upon Aroserema and reestablish Lycwyllian rule over the land!"
"We must be careful, my peers." One of the less-bloodthirsty nobles chimes in. "They've established ties with Maestrimar, and whilst our victory against orks was truly glorious, orks do not wield steel nor they build castles that require sieges to capture them."
The war-mongering nobles quickly boo the cautious nobleman. "You're afraid! And there's nothing to be afraid of! We will be victorious!" They shout in agreement, but its evident that a (smaller) part of the court is less than enthusiastic about the war.
You decide to...
A) Begin preparations for the war at once. Aroserema must be punished!
B) Declare that there will be no war - instead, you will work on establishing peace and friendship between Kastoria and Aroserema.
C) Side with the cautious part of the court, and postpone the reconquest of Aroserema, for two, maybe three years, or so.
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