>>5702259<span class="mu-i">To their imperial highness Manuel Angelus we extend greetings as fellow monarch,
We, their royal highness Tedwin de La Mare, hereby extend a call for peace between our two great nations. This far, whilst short, had costed us both blood and treasure a plenty. As such, we seek to make peace that shall benefit us both and both of our people that we guide by God’s given will.
First, we demand that the isle known in the Thephian tongue as Dyrea and all isles South and East of it shall be ceded to our domain.
Secondly, we demand that our first-born son shall marry your first-born daughter, to cement peace and prosperity amongst our people by being bound by blood and matrimony. We are aware that your highness has yet to produce a daughter just as we are yet to produce a son, as such this part of the treaty shall only come in effect when we shall both sire such children. And of course, when this marriage shall commence, it shall be up to us both to decide whether or not to forge this marriage into a proper alliance or to simply remain in tranquillity with each other.
For this, we are willing to offer five hundred kilograms of gold and another five hundred kilograms when the marriage is carried out and we shall be able to call each other brother.
The length of this peace treaty shall be set for two and a half generations, that being fifty years, judging by the years given to us by our lord in heaven.
By our eternal glory and your venerable gravitas,
Signed.
Their royal highness Tedwin de La Mare</span>
<span class="mu-b">Well, the gold is certainly tempting.</span> You think dryly.
<span class="mu-r">Can only pick one.</span>
>Accept the deal.>Decline it.>Perhaps you can offer your own terms ? (Write in)Should the deal be declined, the war will continue.“Done with your readings ?” Irene questions.
“I am.” You reply before turning to her. “Now, why. are. you. here ?” You question with a hint of threat in your voice. For a woman to enter the battlefield as such is madness, not to mention one to soon be your wife and an important lady of the empire to boot.
“We’re to be engaged.”
“I am well aware.”
“This spring.” You quirk a questioning eyebrow. “Tell me, your majesty. Do you know what time of the year it is ?” She says.
“Mid spring.”
“And you were hoping to beat the foreigners in a month, bring the entire region under control, assign a <span class="mu-i">kyvernítis</span> (governor) to each and every individual <span class="mu-i">théma</span> (placement, district). Distribute laurels and rewards to the numerous bickering senators, figure out how to maintain the defence of the border with a sheer lack of men, since the mercenaries making up the bulk of your oh so grand army shall disperse the moment the senate deems the war won. So, again, tell me, your majesty. Do you believe you will be able to do so in just over a month ?”
“Perhaps, perhaps not, but this does not excuse you being here.”
