The sound of bickering resounds around the room, and my two "older" brothers kept fighting about a war long over. Though I enjoy their antics, there is only so much bickering a man can take.

Unfortunately, my father had to leave for royal duty. Though he promised he'll come back, Then again, I have no plans to survive through more than I already have.

I look around the room, with a single table including four chairs. It is lightly decorated, with a coat of paint similar to that of the hallways. Maybe this is the waiting room for some bureaucratic nonsense.

I sigh and ask what they could be talking about. Julius looks a bit disgruntled, pointing to Aron in displeasure. "This dearest brother of mine seems to be unable to see the honour and valour grandfather demonstrated in his defence of parliament.

He waved offhandedly. "Honor and Valor? What ridiculous nonsense," Aron continued sneering, "He died with a child for an heir. He practically surrendered his life to foreign forces,

Julius looks on with fury, smashes his fist on the table. "You take that back," He kept pointing at Aron, filled with anger. "Markus fought with blood and steel for our kingdom,"

He flourishes, his eyes shining in admiration. "He died sword in hand inspiring the men around him, taking Tzech soldiers with him to the grave."

Aron laughs with derision, "So what?" He pointed back in annoyance. "He left a nation in turmoil, during one of its greatest crises, the Western Invasion."

He smiled proudly, "If not for my Grandfather Duke John, burning the Tzech navy, won't we all be under Union rule?"

Julius's anger soars higher, and he stands while slamming his hands on the table. "The only reason the navy even stood a chance was my grandfather, Alex Sored,"

He motions to himself. "wiped off the force that already landed." He brandishes his hand. "And let's not forget the fact your Grandfather allowed them to land."

Aron twitches his eyes, Julius' words getting to him. He replies with cold anger, "That's a lie," He shakes his head in contempt, looking at Julius with a smirk, "I never knew you'd fall this low, Julius."

Julius sighs deeply, realizing his rising anger, "Oh really? I remember Grandfather relieving Agcro from a siege,"

Calming himself down, he replies with an equally contemptuous smile. "I'm sure you're precious grandfather couldn't have lived with himself, losing his ancestral lands."

Aron scoffs. "Fine i'll admit that it was useful, but that doesn't change the fact that my grandfather was the main reason we won that war."

Julius points at Aron, annoyed by his insistence, "Well you're just saying that cause you're his grandchild."

They bickered stubbornly, "AM NOT" "ARE TOO"

Aron raises his arm in peace. with a smug smile, "Fine then how about we ask someone," He points at me "with no bias in their opinion." They both look at me in expectation as they waited for my answer.

I look at him in shock. I only just started to enjoy this. Please don't involve me. Through all of that, I look on with a calm face, and I continue to gorge on the cookies they seemingly forgot existed.

Though now that I have paid closer attention, their bickering started looking like two kids talking about whose grandpa was better. And now they want me involved, dammit all.

I cough in my hand, and they look on in mild trepidation. "Though I haven't studied it extensively, I'm sure you're both wrong." They look on in mild shock and irritation. Well, I might as well enjoy this then.

Their ire now directed towards me, I nod my head. "The fact of the matter is King Markus' death was a catalyst." I notice a smug smile forming in Julius, a little victory. with Arin twitching his eyebrows in irritation

"The martyrdom depicted by King Markus practically set parliament on fire," I shake my head. "And since his cause of death become known, soldiers and nobles alike became emboldened." Aron, about to utter a rebuttal, was silenced by Julius beckoning me to go on.

I shrug my shoulders, uncaring, "After all, which soldier dares be a coward, when their King left behind his family, for his country." Holding unto Aron's mouth, Julius nods in agreement.

I raise my finger. "And in such a young age too, I'm sure the story of his death depicting his young age, leaving behind his young wife and child, speaks for so much lost."

"Even lord John seemed to be affected by his death, to even now leave flower upon his statue." I look at Aron and see him flinch back. Aron, his mouth covered, showed his reluctant agreement.

I tap my chin. "But then again Julius is also wrong, After all, we couldn't really say what would have happened if he didn't die. His reign was so short, making me unable to form as to what kind of king he could've been." Julius clicked his tongue in disagreement, letting go of a smiling Aron

"Then relieving the siege of Agcro, there was also definitely a peace of mind for John Agrod, taking off a load his shoulder." I look calmly at both of them, seeing them nod in agreement.

"And Duke John definitely had a defining role in the war, I'm sure the burning of the fleet gave the nation leverage for peace."Aron smiles turn brighter as he nods enthusiastically

Jeez, kids these days can seriously have mood swings.

I clap my hands excited as I stood from my chair, taking the remaining cookies with me. "SO, then the only one to be of such vital importance will probably be Queen Elaine."

"What!" They look at me in shock, and I point at Aron. counting with the other hand, "After all, as you said she took the reign of a kingdom in crisis." I step closer to the door.

I raise another finger. "Held greedy nobles back, and took great care in balancing parliament as regent." walking another step closer.

"And in the end won the war, rallying the force, making great use of his husband's tragic demise." I flourish my clenched showing dramatics.

I shrug dismissively "What else could there possibly be?" With a smug smile. After I did though I notice their reaction, a constipated expression. I ran, knowing of their reaction.

Though as I open the door, another one knocks, effectively punching me in the face.

With the two dumbasses laugher, I look up to see a cute little girl, trying to help me up, sounding apologetic.

"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry."