Post by Emperor Florin von Marcum on Aug 15, 2021 15:27:29 GMT
Catherine strolled through the grounds of her future Gankandsians Estate, more content than she had anticipated she would be. Coronae’i’Xarn, the newly christened capital, was a far cry from the constant activity of St. Helena. She loved her home, but here it was all so quiet. Her new lords were still enjoying the party organized in her honor, but the estate was just a speck of light in the distance now. Out here in the evening air, where her eyes were much better adjusted, she felt at peace.
One of the owls she used for hunting circled silently overhead, scanning for prey. Not unlike some people she knew. Leading an empire had already taken its toll on her, and she silently cursed her late father for having the audacity to drop dead before his time. She shook the thought away. For all his attempts he had been weak. He left the country in a precarious position when he left this world. She had made it stronger. The DOC was a success. Her nation is richer and more powerful. Her sister was finally married to a powerful man. And her people… well if not happy, at least better off than they had been.
But the future waits for no one. Situations grew stranger. Empires fell and nations rose from the ashes across the globe. How long would her empire maintain its newfound position? And how much would it cost. She already had one man's blood on her hands. A countryman. An idiot to be sure, clinging to the past. But one of her own.
The owl had returned to her now, grasping a small animal in its talons. It was strong. But it was alone. As she turned on the cobbled path, back toward the estate a thought arose in her head. “We must find you a friend.”
One of the owls she used for hunting circled silently overhead, scanning for prey. Not unlike some people she knew. Leading an empire had already taken its toll on her, and she silently cursed her late father for having the audacity to drop dead before his time. She shook the thought away. For all his attempts he had been weak. He left the country in a precarious position when he left this world. She had made it stronger. The DOC was a success. Her nation is richer and more powerful. Her sister was finally married to a powerful man. And her people… well if not happy, at least better off than they had been.
But the future waits for no one. Situations grew stranger. Empires fell and nations rose from the ashes across the globe. How long would her empire maintain its newfound position? And how much would it cost. She already had one man's blood on her hands. A countryman. An idiot to be sure, clinging to the past. But one of her own.
The owl had returned to her now, grasping a small animal in its talons. It was strong. But it was alone. As she turned on the cobbled path, back toward the estate a thought arose in her head. “We must find you a friend.”