"Speak," commanded the first Prince of the Babylonian Empire, who currently held the esteemed position of Prime Minister. His head was held high, showing his disdain and superiority over those around him. And it was true, he was highly qualified for his position.

As the only possible heir to the throne after the death of Emperor Julies Synirus, he knew that the Babylonian Empire, one of the largest empires on the continent, was now his to rule. The only other empires that could be compared to it were the Holy Empire, the Achaemenid Empire, and the Kushite Empire.

The Babylonian royals were known for their arrogance, and the first Prince was no exception. Morgan knew this all too well.

As he stood before the first Prince, Morgan felt a mix of fear and reverence. The first Prince was a towering figure, with a powerful presence that commanded respect from all who approached him. Morgan could not help but feel small and insignificant in his presence.

But despite his fears, Morgan stood tall and proud, ready to prove himself to the first Prince.

The Prince leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as he studied Morgan. The air in the room was tense, with all eyes fixed on the two men. The lords in this council knew that the fate of their land and its people hung in the balance. They needed a plan, and fast.

Morgan stood tall, his shoulders squared and his expression resolute. "Dracule is a powerful enemy," he said. "But I have studied his movements and his habits. I know his strengths and his weaknesses. And I believe that I have found a way to defeat him."

The Prince raised his eyebrows in surprise. "And what is this way?" he asked, his tone still skeptical.

Morgan's eyes gleamed with determination. "I have discovered a weakness.”

“Absurd!.” The crowd shouted.

"My lords!" The saint's voice boomed, instantly commanding the attention of everyone in the chamber. "Let the boy speak, or do any of you have a solution to our conflict?"

She spoke, not wanting a verbal war to disrupt the unity of the alliance over which she presided. Given the present grim situation, she was also eager to hear the words of Morgan.

The room was a grand chamber adorned with ornate tapestries and polished marble floors. The air was heavy with the scent of incense, and the murmur of hushed voices filled the space. The saint, a regal figure dressed in flowing robes, stood at the head of a long table. On either side of her were seated the kings and princes of the allied kingdoms, each dressed in their finest armor and robes.

Morgan, a bearded young man with piercing blue eyes, stood at the foot of the table. He was not dressed in the finery of the nobility, but rather in a simple tunic and trousers. He looked out at the gathering, his eyes scanning the faces of the assembled lords and ladies.

The saint's words had a calming effect on the room, and the tension that had been building began to dissipate. The kings and princes settled into their seats, their eyes fixed on Morgan.

Morgan's gaze met the saint's, and he felt a surge of admiration for her. He had never seen a woman so commanding, so sure of herself. He cleared his throat, feeling the weight of the room's attention upon him.

"My lords," he began, his voice steady. "I have been traveling the land, and I have seen the devastation that this conflict has wrought. Farms burned, families torn apart, and cities laid to waste. It is a tragedy, and it is one that we cannot allow to continue."

Morgan Tirous, a wealthy lord, spoke in a somber and concerned tone as he addressed the assembly of rulers. He began by reminding the gathering about the tumultuous events that had unfolded in the continent in recent times. Morgan recounted how the chamber of the late king Author was discovered, and with it, the mythical Excalibur sword was taken. He mentioned that Dracule Aetos, an emperor, who had promised his subjects that he would never emulate the selfish ways of King Author, the first king who was chosen by God.

Morgan went on to emphasize that King Dracule had claimed to be nothing like his predecessor and had promised to share the power of kings with his subjects. However, Morgan asserted that King Dracule had reneged on his oath and failed to keep his promises to his people. In Morgan's view, a ruler who fails to keep his promises is not a true king, and he cited the recent brutal murders of ministers and others who sought to gain power as evidence of Dracule's deceitful nature.

Morgan then asked the assembled kings and lords a thought-provoking question, "Who amongst Dracule's subjects will love him if he does not keep his promises?" He argued that without love and loyalty, betrayal was inevitable, and a king who had lost the support of his people would not be able to maintain his hold on the throne.

However, Charles Synirus, the first Prince, seemed to be dismissive of Morgan's concerns. He scoffed at Morgan's statements and ridiculed the idea of a rebelling against Dracule, the legendary figure who had single-handedly defeated their armies. Charles sneered at Morgan, saying, "Is this your amazing plan? How laughable! Do you think us lords to be fools who haven't already considered this? But what can you mere mortal do against someone as powerful as Dracule Aetos?"

The king from the north scoffed as he listened to the young man's proposal. "Disappointing lad, I thought you had a good idea," he said, shaking his head. "But it was just old news. We've tried it for a long time, and it doesn't work. Poison that could kill a horse a hundred times over is just bittered milk for him."

The young man didn't flinch at the king's derision. Instead, he stood tall and spoke with a conviction that belied his youth. "My lords, did I say I was finished?" he said, his voice rising in intensity. "You lost and failed for a long time because your plans were exposed too early. But now is our time. The perfect opportunity is right here and now."

He paused, letting the gravity of his words sink in before continuing. "Dracule is injured, and even with that, he can still kill us all. But the stronger he is, the more his people yearn for a taste of his power. And we all, standing below the True Sture, want the king's power, and one day to be more than mortal. Doesn't his people have the same thirst as us?!"

The other lords in the room listened intently, some nodding in agreement, while others remained skeptical. The young man had a point. Nevertheless, he spoke with a fiery passion that was infectious, and his words lingered in the minds of the lords