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Eastmark Dialectical Journal

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The desk was dimly illuminated by the lamp and Count Valsroom couldn't clearly see the lines on the map, but he didn't need to see them. The map displayed Eastmark and the southern Isles' provinces which surrounded it. He knew the terrain by heart. He had studied it a lot of times during the southern Isles'army maneuvers, getting ready for what had finally happened. And now, he was using all his skill to devise a plan to smash Eastmark's rebellion. He was alone in his tent by a thicket of firs. The retreating Southern Isles had reached that place after a dire march harassed by Arendelle's and Eastmark cavalry. Guntlaf will pay what happened today. The Count thought, but he stopped thinking on what had happened that day and centered his attention …show more content…

You cannot menace as before." Hans said. His voice was friendly and he had a broad smile on his face. "Your decisions had brought the disaster on us. I fear that my duty as King forces me to relieve you of your responsibilities ." "Have you forgotten that you insisted in keep marching towards the North?" "But you planned the battle. I'm sure that my companions will agree with me that this fact invalidates you as commander of the army." Valsroom noticed at that moment that the officers with Hans were all men who had been removed from their positions when he had seized power a few weeks ago. They had been kept in the army in minor positions because Hans had pleaded for them. "Do you believe that these puppets will control the army for you? My men will crucify you and whoever helps you!" "A lot of your men are dead my dear Count. Don't worry I assure you that when this army reach the Southern Isles, there will be very few of your men in it. We will need to make a lot of rearguard actions to protect our retreat and that means a lot of casualties." "You will pay for that!" "Don't worry you won't see it." "Are you going to kill me? You won't dare." "Of course I won't kill you, but I'm sorry to say that you will commit suicide. The remorse for the defeat will be too much for a men like

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