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Gloris-khan, Central East Ceylon
Date: May 1, 1857

"Listen, obey my command!
Hear me, or die by my hand!"

His Majesty Louis I had sent another ultimatum to the Grand Prince(ss) of Gloris-khan.

"Dear Lania Norvis of Gloris-khan,
I implore you to surrender control of Gloris-khan to me. Continuing such resistance will result in the city being taken from you with force. Either way, your city shall be mine in one way or another."

The city had been bombarded time and time again with cannons, bombs, and even makeshift catapults.

"What do we do?" Franz watches the young king at the battlefield, once again directing artillery barrages.

"We wait. That is all. The princess will be worn down alongside her city eventually." Louis calmly replies.
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"Send this letter. Now." Lania orders a messenger. "But miss, this is just a paper with the words "NUTS!" written on it." The messenger protests. "What did I say? Send it!" The grand princess immediately shoves him outside.
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A messenger rides through the chaotic bombardment, dodging falling bombs and cannon shells. "Excuse me you two, have you seen His Majesty Louis I of Sakiria?" The messenger asks. Louis makes a soft chuckle.

"Of course, he's me." He softly pulls the letter from the messenger's hands.

Louis fully opens the letter.

"NUTS!"

His eyes widen for a moment, before giving a sigh. "We need foreign aid. I can't keep draining our empire's resources." Louis comments.