The first mark of War; Dis-banning dispute

He looked to the proud Empress, their plans set in stone, waiting only for the right moment to take action. They had plenty to do in the meantime, a small accumulation of tasks that would build a greater whole.

The Warlord, well moving onto the island to begin his exploring, shook out his coat and looked to Deathbelle in time to see her lopsided smirk. It made him realise just how long it had been since he had seen genuine happiness on the woman. He would have fought nations to see that smile again. Oh Deathbelle.

“Until we Rise, then, my Ashen Phoenix” He whispered, placing a new pet name upon her shoulders, now that his old one no longer fit the changed woman. She was a Phoenix. She had risen from the ashes of the old empire, and she would rise from the ashes of her broken heart. She was Empress of a kingdom of Ash, a budding pack of opportunity that would grow only stronger through their hardships.