Ill Tolerate

                    i’ll 𝕟𝕠𝕥 tolerate ｃｒｕｅｌｔｙ

A short exhale left the advisor as he gave a smile, shaking his head, "He seemed pretty optimistic about this group. The letter he sent ahead suggested they are all promising, young soldiers. But, training is one thing. They can all hold a sword just fine, but when it comes to combat... Well, as I said, your newborn pup there might need some extra work," he pointed to Simon, who seemed to be observing the training grounds around him, "I fear he might not have the stomach for it. But, hopefully I'm wrong. We don't have the luxury of time to prepare more than this."

The battle night have ended with the previous Red King's death, but the war was far from over. The only thing that truly stood in the way of the Red Kingdom ruling over all of Europe was Gold. At any moment they could have ships and soldiers come down on them and attack their home, slaughter their people. The same way they did before. The question remained if they would be able to stand a chance. Could they protect their people?

Listening to Sir North mention the state of their king gave Josh doubt. On the brink of another battle at any given moment and he was drunk once more. "I swear it's as if he wakes up in a damn bottle. Much work to be done, and yet - Well... It seems that will be another matter for the prince, then." Josh had little patience to sit and play babysitter today. The chatter surrounding the ending of the Red Feast was causing more of a stir than in the past.

Between the tension the world felt watching the Red Kingdom celebrate and potentially prepare for war and their own Gold King refusing to do anything but sit drunk on his throne, it was no wonder the people of the castle tended to be unsettled. Or maybe Josh was just projecting his own frustrations with the situation. He rubbed his temples gently. All the time he's served the throne, headaches were never so frequent.

"A gallant king... I'd say he already is one," he gave a little shake of his head before returning his eyes to the Knight's face, dropping his hands once more. He retrieved a letter from his robe and handed it to her, the letter from the recruiter about their new guard, "Good luck with the recruits. If you'll excuse me, I have to go find a rope so I can pull our king out before he drowns himself in a sea of his own making."

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