Yanille sat down, biting back the bitter taste of sadness and hatred. His own mother, killed by some worthless scum from the desert. After years of peace, an unprecedented attack on his country. Yanille smiled to himself as he thought of the destruction he would inflict. This treacherous act would not go unpunished.
"Guard, rally your men and search the city. There is a rat from the desert within our walls, and I would like you to exterminate it for me." Yanille ordered. Smiling to himself, even if she were not involved, she would suffer for the crimes of her nation. Standing he walked out onto the balcony of his palace. In the courtyard below hundreds of peasants milled about, unsure as to why the sudden summons had been enacted. Raising his hands for quiet, Yanille started the speech he had been preparing.
"Good people of Letherblanca, I regret that I must inform you of something terrible that happened within our walls. My mother, the queen of Letherblanca, was murdered just this fortnight. I do not know, nor do I care, whether you think this good or bad news. What I do care about though, is bringing justice, a thousand times over, on the savage heathens that killed her. As of now I am declaring war on the dwellers of that disgusting desert that has resided at the base of our mountains for too long. They attacked us, after years of peace, they attacked us! Striking right into our homeland, and striking right into my heart! I stand here before you, not to command you to go to war, but to plead with you...help me stop future atrocities such as these. Help me destroy the warmongering savages that think they can best us! Those desert serpents will feel the full might of my wrath! OF OUR WRATH! THE CHILDREN OF THE MOUNTAINS! THE SURVIVORS OF THE GRIPPING COLD WINTERS! WE WILL MARCH ON THERE TOWNS! AND WE WILL LEAVE NOTHING IN OUR WAKE EXCEPT DESTRUCTION! THEY HAVE AWOKEN THE SPIRIT OF THE MOUNTAINS! AND HE SCREAMS FOR BLOOD! IN ONE WEEKS TIME, WE GO TO WAR!"
As the last word of his speech rang out, the people jumped and shouted. Shouting a cry that sent the most ferocious of mountain beasts looking for cover. Yanille encouraged the cheers for awhile more before retreating back to his quarters. He collapsed onto his bed as grief finally overwhelmed him. As Yanille tried to slip into a fretful sleep a knock sounded at his door.
"Yes?" Yanille barked, his voice like cold ice. "My lord, we found the girl from the desert, how would you like us to carry out your orders?" Came a stark reply from the other side of the door. Yanille suddenly sat up, no longer tired. Rising off of his bed he ripped the door open, startling the guard on the other side. "I will deal with her myself." Yanille whispered, a devilish smile spreading across his face.
