So here you stand. Gawking at the walls of the Crown, the army with you. You're in the Ninth Squad of the First Company, one of many who were among the first to join Tile's side.
Why join her? Oh, that one's easy. The story that Gothos poisoned the previous king, a well-liked man, are numerous, and certainly explain the man's sudden death.
That Gothos was known even before hand as a rash youth, a hot-blooded young man who sought quarrel where he could, and of who the King had, so it was said, voiced disapproval... well, it's easy to understand that Gothos must have poisoned the king to assert his right to the throne before Tile could have been designated heir in place of her foolish, warmongering brother.
So. That wall. That castle. Gotta get in somehow, huh? No doubt the fight'll start soon, though you are unsure of the strategy yet. A full assault has been forbidden. Why?
"Here we stand, at the gates of the Crown," Tile had spoken, her elegant voice commanding respect with ease. "Inside sits the Royal Elector, who has sided with the Crown Crest for reasons unknown to us.
"A siege is well possible. However..." At this, she had slung her spear off her back, and thrown it, square in the face of a scarecrow she had placed on a podium.
The princess had raised her empty hands.
"See now. One dead enemy. One unarmed subject of Rasto." She had continued to speak, "A full frontal assault will see many dead enemies, many dead of us as well and many of us unarmed, ill-prepared to face threats from the outside which, no doubt, need reassuring that we can defend ourselves."
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