The dining hall of the palace was abuzz with the subtle clinking of cutlery and the low murmur of conversation as the dinner commenced. It was a grand affair, befitting the diplomatic gravity of the occasion. At the heart of it all was General Nightblack, the esteemed guest from the Stardust Kingdom.
General Nightblack exuded a congenial aura, his demeanor friendly and approachable, a stark contrast to the undercurrent of strategic maneuvering that Shikihime knew was at play. She observed him closely, noting how effortlessly he navigated the room, engaging each dignitary with a tailored charm. His questions were subtle, his conversation leading, and his interest seemingly genuine. He was indeed a masterful conversationalist, but Shikihime was not easily swayed.
Sitting gracefully, Shikihime maintained a gentle smile, her mind sharp and alert beneath the facade of polite interest. She knew all too well that such affability could mask deeper, more calculated intentions. The general's easy mannerisms and probing dialogue were telltale signs of a skilled diplomat and strategist – qualities that made him a formidable figure in the intricate dance of diplomacy.
As General Nightblack turned his attention to her, Shikihime was ready. She engaged in the conversation with a careful balance of openness and reserve, skillfully navigating his subtle inquiries. Her responses were thoughtful, yet she occasionally feigned a lack of complete understanding, a tactic to glean more from the general than she revealed.
Her intuition was on high alert; experience had taught her that friendliness in such settings often preceded betrayal. Each word, each glance, each gesture was part of a larger game, one where stakes were high and missteps costly.
Despite the tension underlying the pleasant veneer of the dinner, Shikihime remained composed. She was a picture of diplomatic grace, her mind actively dissecting each interaction, searching for hidden agendas and unsaid intentions.
General Nightblack, with a tactician's eye for detail, turned his attention back to Shikihime. "Princess Shikihime, may I inquire about your impressive warship? It can carry 400 men, correct?" His question, casual on the surface, was laced with underlying intent.
Shikihime, momentarily taken aback by his accurate knowledge, quickly composed herself. She chose to respond with a blend of truth and strategic vagueness. "500, actually. And in times of need, it can accommodate up to 700, though that would compromise its military efficiency," she replied, her voice steady and confident.
Nightblack nodded appreciatively. "Your knowledge is commendable. It's indeed true that royals receive military training," he remarked, a hint of intrigue in his tone.
Shikihime, sensing the direction of his inquiry, played her part with poise. "Indeed, we undergo military training. It's essential for ceremonial duties and to avoid any embarrassment. Though I must admit, I didn't complete the advanced levels due to my age. But I do have a fair bit of experience, having served at sea for two years," she shared, striking a balance between humility and assertiveness.
The general seemed intrigued, leaning in slightly. "And what of close combat training?" he probed further, his gaze sharp.
Shikihime, now aware of his probing for her combat proficiency, decided to tread carefully. "Close combat training was part of the regimen too. However, I must confess, I'm not particularly adept at melee combat. My strength lies in throwing daggers – a skill honed during friendly competitions with the crew on the ship. As for hand-to-hand combat, I lack the physical prowess, and there was also the consideration of avoiding injury before my marriage," she explained, her tone a mix of candidness and calculated modesty.
Nightblack listened intently, his expression a mask of polite interest, but Shikihime could sense the gears turning behind his attentive facade. His questions, seemingly innocent, were strategic probes, seeking to uncover the extent of her military skills and knowledge.
As the conversation flowed, Shikihime remained vigilant, carefully navigating the general's inquiries. She was acutely aware that every word exchanged at this dinner was a move in a larger game of diplomacy and intelligence.
As General Nightblack's conversation with Shikihime seemed to deepen, Prince Leif tactfully stepped in, his tone laced with a hint of friendly reprimand. "Dear General, it's hardly polite to monopolize the attention of a lady soon to be wed," he said with a light-hearted smile.
Nightblack, with a chuckle and an air of easygoing charm, gracefully acknowledged his faux pas and apologized. He swiftly turned his attention to Prince Leif, seamlessly shifting the topic to a matter of diplomatic significance. "Dear Prince, I would like to propose establishing an embassy of the Stardust Kingdom in the Iskaldt Rike Realm," he stated plainly.
Prince Leif, maintaining his amicable demeanor, responded positively. "Of course, General. Our capital city on the Mainland offers many suitable locations for such an embassy," he replied, his smile unwavering.
However, Nightblack raised a practical concern. "The distance from the continent to the Mainland would entail unnecessary travel and increased costs for supplies," he pointed out, his tone suggesting he had already considered alternatives.
In an attempt to accommodate the general's concerns, Prince Leif offered a solution. "We could arrange to supply your embassy with the necessary provisions as a part of our hospitality," he suggested, his offer reflecting the Realm's willingness to facilitate the establishment of the embassy.
Nightblack, however, was quick to express his desire for independence. "We appreciate the offer, Prince, but we wish to remain self-sufficient. Relying on your supplies could lead to a perception of indebtedness, something we'd like to avoid on the international stage," he explained, his words carefully chosen.
Leif, not deterred, cited an example. "The Valorian approach is similar, where they provide supplies to foreign embassies and then receive reimbursement for the costs annually. It's a system that works well," he reasoned.
"The Valorians have their unique ways, but our preferences lean towards a different approach," Nightblack countered smoothly. "In fact, we are particularly interested in establishing our embassy on Frostgard Island."
Prince Leif exchanged a glance with Shikuro, both understanding the weight of this request. Hosting a Stardust Kingdom embassy on Frostgard Island was not a decision to be taken lightly. It carried with it political, strategic, and diplomatic ramifications that needed careful consideration.
Prince Leif maintained his diplomatic composure as he addressed General Nightblack's persistent inquiries. "While we value our relationship with the Stardust Kingdom, it is customary for embassies to be situated in our capital cities. Frostgard Island, especially, holds significant importance and autonomy within our realm," he explained, his tone firm yet polite.
General Nightblack, unrelenting, presented his counterargument with a persuasive edge. "Having an embassy on Frostgard Island would facilitate better cooperation and faster responses between our nations. Isn't fostering strong relations with the Kingdom a priority for the Realm?" he inquired, subtly challenging the prince's stance.
Leif acknowledged the point but held his ground. "Our desire for positive relations is genuine, but we must also respect the boundaries and customs that define us. There are limits to the concessions we can make," he responded, his words carefully measured.
Nightblack, seemingly prepared for this response, expressed his confusion. "But isn't the location of an embassy a minor detail in the larger scheme of diplomatic relations? Your contradiction suggests otherwise," he prodded, looking for an opening in the prince's reasoning.
Leif clarified the political nuances at play. "The Duchy of Frostgard operates with a degree of autonomy that we respect. Imposing a foreign embassy within its territory isn't within my purview. Such decisions rest with the Archduke himself," he stated, subtly shifting the focus of the conversation.
At this, General Nightblack's demeanor shifted, a knowing smile crossing his face as if he had anticipated this turn. He turned his attention to Shikuro, who had been observing the exchange with keen interest. "Then it is fortuitous that Archduke Shikuro is present. Perhaps we can discuss this matter directly. After all, the kind of dialogue we are having now is akin to what we would pursue through an embassy here," he remarked, skillfully maneuvering the conversation to involve Shikuro directly.
Shikuro, aware of the strategic implications of Nightblack's request, weighed his response carefully. The establishment of a Stardust Kingdom embassy on Frostgard Island was a matter of considerable significance, not just in terms of diplomacy but also in terms of the autonomy and security of his duchy.
Shikuro, with a measured gaze, addressed General Nightblack's proposition. "While I appreciate the gesture, my duchy is currently navigating through some internal issues. Establishing an embassy under these circumstances could lead to international complications, which we must avoid at all costs," he stated firmly. "As the Archduke, while I serve King Ivar, my primary focus is on the well-being of my duchy. I am not inclined to engage in international politics—that responsibility lies with our capital and our king."
General Nightblack, not one to relent easily, pressed on. "The embassy isn't about leading conversations with you directly, my lord, but rather about establishing a symbol of cooperation and mutual understanding between our great nations. Isn't that a goal we all share?" he asked, glancing around the room.
Leif nodded in agreement with the sentiment but reiterated his stance. "While we seek amicable relations, we must also uphold our traditions and autonomy. The Realm respects the duchy's position and will not coerce Archduke Shikuro into this matter."
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Nightblack, undeterred, turned his attention back to Shikuro. "My lord, if internal issues are your concern, perhaps we can assist. For the sake of fostering a good relationship, the Stardust Kingdom is willing to help you resolve these challenges," he offered.
Shikuro met Nightblack's gaze, his expression contemplative. "General Nightblack, how would it be perceived if your problems were solved by an external party? In your people's eyes, would that not diminish your leadership?" he queried.
Nightblack, unflustered by the question, responded confidently. "On the contrary, my lord. It would be seen as a sign of strength. My people would respect my willingness to make sacrifices for their welfare. Is it not the same here? Do you not strive to govern your people to the best of your ability? After all, a ruler without the support of their subjects is not truly a ruler at all."
Shikuro, maintaining a composed demeanor, addressed General Nightblack's proposal with a pragmatic perspective. "At present, the sentiment among my nobles is largely against any direct contact with the Kingdom. Accepting an embassy and then expending additional resources to ensure its safety amidst such opposition is a risk I cannot take," he explained, his tone firm yet diplomatic. "Perhaps in 5 to 10 years, the situation might be different. And for those of us gifted with longevity, a decade is but a brief moment."
Nightblack, with a sly smile, seized the opportunity to tease. "Why mock your fiancée with talk of time? Ten years is a significant period, especially for Princess Shikihime
Shikihime, quick to join the banter, interjected confidently, "I have no qualms about it. My plans include bearing a worthy successor, hopefully with a gift as remarkable as his father's." Her words were met with a warm smile from Shikuro, though he quickly returned to the matter at hand.
"I simply cannot agree to your request," Shikuro reiterated.
Nightblack's demeanor shifted, adopting a more serious tone. "If you're not even willing to consider it, then perhaps your duchy should also brace for less kindness from our kingdom." His words carried an implicit threat.
Shikuro, puzzled, asked for clarification. Nightblack, leaning forward, revealed his leverage. "The naval trade routes pass through our waters. If the Realm is not open to cooperation, we might have to reconsider our stance on allowing free passage."
Leif interjected, his voice calm yet assertive. "There are alternative trade routes. The Realm will adapt as necessary."
Shikuro, however, recognized the immediate threat to his duchy. A blockade by the Stardust Kingdom could have severe economic repercussions. He locked eyes with Nightblack, who now bore the look of someone holding the upper hand.
Reaching into his robe, Shikuro produced a letter, holding it up for Nightblack to see. "The primary reason for my refusal stems from a more troubling issue. Our investigations have revealed open hostility from your Kingdom towards my duchy," he declared, his voice steady.
Nightblack's smile faded, replaced by a look of serious concern. "That's a grave accusation, my lord," he responded, his tone reflecting the gravity of the claim.
"It is," Shikuro agreed, "and one that I do not make lightly."
Nightblack leaned in, his expression now stern. "Do you have proof of this hostility?"
Shikuro, with a calm yet firm demeanor, responded to General Nightblack's query. "But of course," he said, holding up the letter as proof. "These names are of individuals who trespassed into my lands and attempted to assassinate my fiancée. Many of them have ties to your court." He pointed to a name on the list. "This one, for example, is the third son of your Minister of Finance. There are others, about six in total, holding significant positions within your Kingdom court and the duchy, you govern."
The revelation hung heavily in the air. Shikuro continued, "My people were clamoring for vengeance. The king himself had to intervene to prevent me from retaliating. I bring this up not to accuse your Kingdom of an official breach, but to highlight the danger of hosting your embassy here. It's not just about diplomacy; it's about preventing a potential civil conflict within my duchy."
Shikihime, observing the exchange, silently commended Shikuro's strategic approach. His revelation was timely and wielded like a well-placed chess move.
Nightblack, intrigued, reached out for the letter, but Shikuro deftly tucked it back into his robe. "There are testimonies and other evidence as well," Shikuro added. "But let's be clear, these actions were taken by individuals, not your Kingdom as a whole."
Nightblack's demeanor shifted to one of stern resolve. "If it's just a matter of a few rogue individuals, I assure you, I will have their entire families executed. Would that suffice to demonstrate our innocence in this matter?"
Shikuro was momentarily taken aback by the severity of Nightblack's response. The idea of executing entire families seemed extreme, almost ruthless. He searched Nightblack's face for any hint of deceit or bluff.
After a moment of intense scrutiny, Shikuro realized the general was earnest in his proposal. This was a man who would go to great lengths to maintain his Kingdom's honor and standing, even if it meant drastic measures.
Shikuro weighed his response carefully. "Such drastic actions are not necessary. The point is to ensure that these transgressions don't repeat. We seek peace and stability, not retribution that begets further conflict."
Just as Shikuro thought he had successfully navigated the diplomatic waters, General Nightblack's expression shifted dramatically, his features breaking into an unexpected smile. It was a smile that hinted at a cunning, perhaps even lunatic, streak beneath his composed exterior.
"That's excellent news," Nightblack exclaimed, his voice filled with an almost theatrical enthusiasm. "In that case, allow me to extend a personal invitation to you, Archduke Shikuro, to visit my duchy. I will see to it that those responsible under my command are duly executed. As a gesture of goodwill, I also propose the establishment of an embassy from the Iskaldt Rike Realm within my duchy."
He then turned his attention to Prince Leif, his smile widening. "Prince Leif, on behalf of our wise and star-guided king, I officially invite your Realm to ours. Let us take this opportunity to strengthen our ties, starting with a visit to our duchy. And I propose that Archduke Shikuro himself inaugurate the opening ceremony of our new embassy."
With a flourish, Nightblack produced another letter, extending it towards Shikihime and Shikuro. "This is a personal invitation from our king to both you, Princess Shikihime, and you, Archduke Shikuro. Regrettably, our king cannot attend your wedding, but he wishes to use this visit as a means to fortify the bonds between our nations. Let Frostgard Island be the bridge that unites us!"
His words, delivered with a fervor that bordered on fanaticism, filled the room. Nightblack's proposal was more than a simple diplomatic gesture; it was a strategic move, a play for influence and presence in the Iskaldt Rike Realm.
Shikuro and Shikihime exchanged a glance, both recognizing the gravity of Nightblack's offer. The invitation to the Stardust Kingdom and the establishment of an embassy within Nightblack's duchy were significant developments. They held the potential to alter the diplomatic landscape, bringing the two realms closer but also presenting new challenges and considerations.
Prince Leif, observing the exchange, weighed his response. The proposal, while generous, required careful deliberation given the complex political and strategic implications for the Iskaldt Rike Realm.
Prince Leif, after a moment of contemplation, addressed General Nightblack. "We have sought an embassy in your kingdom for three years. There is no reason to decline such a reciprocal gesture now. I will recommend to King Ivar that Archduke Shikuro represent our Realm at the ceremony," he stated, his voice steady and resolute.
Nightblack, visibly pleased with this development, pressed further, his tone laced with a hint of triumph. "Prince Leif, the ceremony is a significant event, and our king has personally invited Princess Shikihime as well. Would the Dynasty dismiss such a gesture of goodwill?"
Shikihime, sensing the undercurrents of the conversation, responded with a poised and charming smile. "While I cannot speak for the Dynasty, I have no objections to accompanying my future husband. However, I wonder if my presence, given my unremarkable bloodline, might not be well-received in your Kingdom," she replied, her words tactful yet pointed.
Nightblack, momentarily caught off guard by her candidness, quickly regained his composure. "We in the Stardust Kingdom believe in the fairness of the gods. While not everyone is blessed with gifts, we do not discriminate against those without them. Your presence, Princess Shikihime, will be most welcome," he said, his smile returning.
Shikihime's response was gracious yet measured. "Then I am indeed fortunate to find such open-mindedness in your Kingdom, General Nightblack. I look forward to our visit and hope you will persuade my husband of the merits of this journey," she said, her smile both inviting and strategic.
Prince Leif, about to interject, was cut off by Nightblack's pointed remark. "Please, Prince Leif, let us respect the autonomy of the Duchy of Frostgard in this matter, that is why, he is not Duke, but Archduke" he said, effectively shifting the decision to Shikuro.
All eyes turned to Shikuro, who maintained a serious and unreadable expression. After a moment of silence, he spoke, his voice calm but firm. "If both the Dynasty and King Ivar support this arrangement, and if Shikihime is willing, then we shall accept the invitation and attend the ceremony in the Stardust Kingdom."
Throughout the remainder of the dinner, General Nightblack's smile never waned, stretching from ear to ear in a display of triumph. He had navigated the diplomatic waters with skill, leaving his mark on the evening's discussions.
Shikihime, meanwhile, returned from the dinner feeling exhausted. The weight of the evening's events pressed heavily on her mind, with the knowledge that breakfast with Shikuro the next day would be crucial in discussing their next steps.
Shikuro, lost in thought, mulled over the conversations of the evening. He couldn't shake the feeling of being outmaneuvered. Nightblack had come prepared, steering the dialogue from the outset and leaving Shikuro reacting rather than leading. As he lay in bed, a sense of bitterness lingered, mixing with his thoughts as he drifted into an uneasy sleep.
Interlude: Hidden enemies
In the shadows of the evening, two figures cloaked in secrecy met with an air of urgency. Their identities obscured by masks and capes, they spoke in hushed tones, aware of the gravity of their situation.
The first figure revealed that they had secured a means of escape, but it would only be viable for a day or two. Beyond that window, they would be stranded and vulnerable to capture. The tension between them was palpable, the stakes of their mission hanging heavily in the air.
The second figure, with a tone of authority, assured that in the event not all could escape, a diplomatic envoy would be dispatched to retrieve the remaining members of their group. This plan, though fraught with risk, was their only lifeline.
As their conversation progressed, it turned to the failures that had led them to this precarious position. The first figure defended their actions, stating they had prepared the ground as instructed, yet unforeseen variables had derailed their plans. The frustration in their voice was evident.
The second figure lamented the loss of many trusted and skilled individuals, bewildered at how their carefully laid plans had unraveled. The possibility of hidden allies within the enemy ranks was raised, suggesting that an unexpected gift user might have tipped the balance against them.
The notion was met with scorn by the first figure, who marveled at the Dynasty's preparedness. The mansion, they noted, was riddled with traps unknown to them, suggesting that the Dynasty might have been forewarned. This acknowledgment of the Dynasty's superior intelligence capabilities was made begrudgingly.
The conversation inevitably turned to the linchpin of their plan: Shikihime. They pondered the feasibility of eliminating her to dismantle the burgeoning alliance between the Realm and the Dynasty. However, the second figure dismissed the idea outright. Shikihime was now under heavy guard, and the Dynasty had restricted access to Realm personnel, a clear move to protect their princess.
In a final, morbid note, the first figure speculated on Shikihime's fate. She had been left in a dire state, teetering on the brink of death. There was a chance, albeit slim, that she might not recover. As they parted ways, the air was filled with a sense of foreboding, the outcome of their schemes hanging in the balance.