Rising from her throne she walked towards the inert body of King Regglind. He wasn’t dead, yet. She knew that. She hadn’t hit him with the full force of her might. As she drew closer she said, “I have a rule in battle. No mercy. No survivors. It has served me while on the path to my glory, to my ultimate purpose. I’m tempted to send you home beaten and battered though, to dishearten your troops. I think they might be easier to beat that way. If I martyr you, they will likely fight against me with more energy, tooth and nail, to the very last man.”
Smoke drifted up from the burn marks on his body. Slowly, he rolled over onto his back so he could look at her. He said nothing but his eyes spoke volumes. His piercing gaze was unafraid for himself, but furious for his people, furious for what was about to befall his kingdom. His breathing was ragged and shallow. His face white.
“A rule is a rule though, especially when it was made to myself. Besides, there’s no telling what your people will decide to do when you do not return.”
She held his gaze as she spoke the single word of magic that would end his life. The spark and fury went from his eyes in an instant.
Turning to her advisor she said, “Kill his retinue waiting outside. No mercy. No survivors.” Then she turned first to her throne, shook her head, and strode across the hall to the table where her maps were. One of her generals was already there studying King Regglind’s kingdom anew. The fool of a king had made a mistake in thinking she would hold to some code of honor. Now they could capitalize on that and advance her plans that much quicker.
Soon the whole continent would be in her grasp. Then she would build glorious yellow ships, the color of their star, and sail the seas to conquer the other continents. Then she would rule the whole of the world. Then she would be a god.
Smiling already, her smile broadened as her advisor returned to say the task had been completed. “Summon a messenger.”
She would cast a spell of protection over the messenger and speed him along to King Regglind’s court, inviting all to attend the king’s funeral services in four days time. They would be fools to come. But their king had proved to be a fool so maybe she could catch some more of his warriors in a trap.
Still smiling, she returned to studying the map.