Aric stood in the middle of the study, the afternoon sun casting a spotlight on the wooden floorboards. The prince's gaze lingered on maps sprawled across the desk before him as he contemplated deeply. It had been three days since the council meeting, and he had promised them targets.
Aric had long battled with the practicality of his decision. Currently, his plan was to lead Byzeth to attack other kingdoms in a show of ferocity to the Northrenders.
Although, like he had told them, this would indeed strengthen the Northrenders' relationship with the kingdom, it would also leave Byzeth's forces scattered.
While the kingdom spread its forces for small battles, Aric would seize this chance to launch a full attack on the stretch of Miredis—not just physically, but tactically as well—assassinations, bribes, and position changes.
He would increase his influence in Miredis to the extent that it depended on his word to function.
