Eternal Empire of The Blue Sun

An ornamental door, somber but grand in design, adorned with a blue star in the center of it, is thrown open and crashes against the grey stone walls of the interior chamber. Hastily-in steps a youthful and fair skinned man, scarred, yet stalwart of face, wearing a plate armor of some silvery colored metal and embellished with overly designed markings and symbols clearly crafted by some master smith. He strips his gauntlets from his hands and rests over a table in the center of the room, upon which is a map annotated with many arrows and figures of men across borders of land, his eyes scanning every line and piece of information with a fierce concentration that would drown out the sounds of celebration coming from beyond the stained glass window. Anger flashes through him for but a moment as he grits his teeth and clenches his calloused fist, just before he recollects himself as footsteps approach from the open doorway.
“My Prince.” the words coming from the mouth of a tall and slim man, russet-brown in color. As he speaks his accent softens harsh words and elongates his vowels, almost sing-song in sound. “Will you be attending tomorrows execution for the Archmage Ilandrion? It’s already becoming quite the spectacle, many of the people have come just to bare witness to it and celebrate the success of the church’s inquisition.” As he steps in further, approaching to stand aside and over the Prince to examine the map along with him.
“No, I have no time for spectacle right now. Let the people cheer and celebrate. There are many flames to smother throughout the empire; Troops of orcs rampage across the northwestern border from Kraina Vurch, ships of krig raiders along the western coasts hound us from Skaalgard, the children of nobility all across the realm have vanished, the Fey realm of Ymerodraeth refuses to return my people and puts them into servitude, and lastly the plague sweeping across the land drains our resources while our enemies sit in waiting…”
The advisor stepped around the Prince and towards the window while he let the man expound upon the reasons why he wasn’t allowed to revel in his victories. Opening the panels to allow more light to flood the room, he looked down at the festival being held. Troops of soldiers adorned in ornate armor fashioned with cloaks and crests of bright and gaudy colors paraded down the streets. Men and women drank and cheered from mugs larger than their heads, children ran and played under and between legs of the crowds. Turning around to face the Prince once more, then sighing before stepping back towards him. “I don’t mean to be the bearer of any additional stresses to your already full plate sire but-“
“But what now, Edmund? How else does my new empire turn against me?”
“… Well my lord, eh, there is a missive for you, it comes from Lord Vendrick of Vinheim. It’s urgent.” He said, pulling the letter from a chest pocket in his coat, and handing it to the Prince, who took it and with haste tore open the envelope before holding the paper out before him and reading. Once finished, he crushed the letter in his clenched hands before slamming it down on the table.
“Vendrick believes my ascension illegitimate, and declares that any attempt of diplomacy to convince him otherwise will result in a declaration of war against me!” He spouted angrily, while not betraying the regality in his perfect pronunciation of every syllable. “So be it then. If he wants war, he will recieve it. Mobilize the army in Uldan, and I will head this conquest myself. Vendrick will learn that I, Emperor Hildemar, am not to be mocked in my own realm, against my divine right to rule.”
Edmund nodded in agreement with Hildemar’s decree. “Very well my lord, I will rally the men, and get the war machines ready for siege. But first, eh, do you need anything else from me?”
The Prince gritted his teeth one last time while donning his gauntlets again, with the blue sun motif on his chestplate almost glowing radiantly in the light. “Indeed.” He said sternly. “Send runners to the other realms. Tell them all I would hold a neutral council with them for a civil discussion in regard to a treatise for now. I aim to build relations with them while we snuff out the embers of disorder across the land. Additionally, request the church support me with a troop of spellbreakers. There will be no counter offensive of Vendrick’s against my assault.”
The advisor bowed, “as you wish my lord. in-eriadme to the holy Blue, go to victory.” Before rushing out of the room and down the hall. The Prince himself looked down one last time at the map of the world before stabbing a nearby dagger into Vinheim and storming out of the room as well.