Queen Kirei Celentos overlooked the current construction process of her docks. Her beautiful white dress seemed to belong somewhere else and it seemed unnatural. Six hundred vessels were currently being built here by her well paid engineers. It had cost her a fortune to bribe Antalian and Seirin experts and convince them to switch sides. If she calculated correctly, she had spent three years worth of gold production in her country only on this project. Those special ships were really worth it all. The upcoming war would be the first one to unite every kingdom under one flag only to fight the looming threat of Antalia.

A fight that her family had craved ever since her mother had taken over the throne. After they would win the war, she had also lined up quite a few girls of nobility to tie her country to Seirin more tightly. No ruler of Khamur had ever increased the kingdom as much as she would. “My queen. Your grace, I mean. Would you like to do us the honor of watering the flagship?”

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Kirei smiled gracefully. “Of course. Dear, would you accompany me?” Her daughter, unlike her mother was covered from head to toe in steel. A giant war axe was dangling from her side as well. “Of course, mother.” The girl handed her a arm and accompanied her to the largest ship, currently still sitting on land. “Tarin, dear. Would you like to name the flagship?” Her daughter took off her steel helmet, revealing blond hair, very much similar to her mothers and clear blue eyes. “How about… “The Wrath of Khamur”?”, she said with a grin. Her mother smiled. “What a fitting name. Thank you.”

The queen threw a small bottle of wine as it was custom in the Kingdom to celebrate the watering of a new ship and her engineers let the vessel to water. It was much more flat than a ocean bound ship and did not sink into the water as much. A very special design, allowing the ships to sail up rivers with larger loads than common boats had done so far. Beautiful. Kirei could not wait to sail deep into the heartland on rivers that all started here in Khamur’s holy lake. Antalia would not know what hit it.