Atop his weirwood throne, Lord Noah Krakenfell hears his lords bannermen debate whether they should join for the second prince or the third prince with a bored expression on a long table made from spruce, seated on fine, comfortable chairs made of beech, his thoughts fixed on something else. These men and women gathered are like hawks who squabble over which prince to side with, which province to take. Too boring. I’ve already made the decision for them. Lord Noah Krakenfell thinks as he listens to the arguments with half an ear, his fingers drumming restlessly and impatiently upon the armrests of his comfortable and elaborately carved driftwood throne.“ We must join forces with the Third Prince Cain Vailtair Thaloria, I say. He brings us technology, trade, sciences, and protection for our Thassalomancers. “ Lord Percival Harrowdeep, of House Harrowdeep, slams the book he is reading on the table with such loud violence that it sharply interrupts the loud and boisterous arguments go

Lord Noah Krakenfell has the guts to declare independence, and prepare his ships to swarm near my borders. Very admirable… but too bad he is up against me. Third Prince Cain Vailtair Thaloria thinks as he reads the email sent to him by Sir Lucas Saville, the Frostmark Army & Espionage Secretary, on his smartphone, whilst sipping hot, unsweetened Americano with King Consort Chandler Frostmark’s father, Sir Theodore Frostmark, of House Frostmark in a new popular cafe located in Starhaven City named Roast Pulse Cafe.He sends quick instructions to Sir Caspian Seafyre & Dame Eleanor Storm to deploy the Frostmark navy, now consisting of solar warships bristling with solar gun turrets and solar missiles, solar submarines, House Seafyre's new breed of dragons, much smaller than their dragons of old, but more nimble, can outmaneuver the larger dragons of their cousins, House Dragonfyre, and with far more intense fire after being fed magically enhanced meat that enhanced the firepower and sp

A few days upon Third Prince Cain Vailtair Thaloria’s return to Frostmark Province, he gets annoyed when an Astromancer named Cecille Becket from Starhaven Kingdom who moved to Frostmark Province, and recommended to him by Lord Regent Zachary Starhaven, of House Starhaven, has the gall to say “Planet Ares has omens of war, Your Highness. Mayhaps we need to make sacrifices, and do certain rituals to avert this calamity. “ “ What's your name, good mage? “ “ I’m Cecille Becket, an Astromancer, and it's an honor to meet you in person, Your Highness. “ “Do tell me, Cecille, since you look like you’ve done astrology before, have you ever done actual, useful science, and found practical magical uses for your craft? Or do you just spout meaningless fantasies from staring at the stars until your eyes go numb? “ Third Prince Cain snorts in amusement, and laughed drily, his laughter rich yet mocking, and cut sharp as a blade.“Your Highness, astrology is a revered profession. I advise you n

Crown Prince Alaric Vaelen Blackmoor-Thaloria, who now styled himself King Alaric Thaloria 1, sits inside the throne room of Thaloria City, listening to the suggestions put forth by his council. “ Your Majesty, the Krakenfells grow overbold lately. I hear they plan to sell off their Kraken Fleet, and upgrade their fleets into what they called solar frigates, bristling with those strange, deadly guns and missile launchers. I suggest we answer this threat, and make the most of it to our advantage. “ Lady Leonora Blackmoor says, looking at her son straight in the eyes with a steely look that will have caused any other man, or woman, who doesn't have the will of iron to wilt like a plant starved of water. “ Don’t worry, mother. They grow overbold indeed, and their monstrous sea beasts started attacking our supply lines, and merchant ships that trade in the waters of Thaloria City, Blackmoor Province, & Storm Province. But I already set up countermeasures. We have a refilled royal t

“ It's been a year since you left us, Father. I hope you're happy now, wherever you might be, in heaven or hell. I’ll always treasure your lessons. “Lord Gideon Storm looks out of his private solar tower in the Storm Citadel, located right in the heart of Storm City, and says the words to the strong winds outside. Thanks to the blessed tree saplings that King Alaric sent to Storm Province to plant across the Bay of Sirens as a windbreaker, the crops don't suffer damage anymore. Oh, and the lumber industry is still as lucrative as ever, due to the high demand from the Maritime Compact, the slaver lords, the wealthy nobles, wealthy commoners, & middle class commoners from Blackmoor Province. Their appetite for high-class, study lumber from Storm Province knows no bounds. The same goes for the preserved wild beast meat, wild beast sausages, wild beast hams, wild beast chorizos, wild beast longganisas, and wild beast bacons from the dangerous beasts that prowl all over Storm Province. T