Chapter 37 - Hieth

Prince Hieth sat at his desk as he read through documents his father had sent. Two attempts had failed at overtaking these men standing between the empire and Riemskin. The Royal family grew tired of failure, so Heith had requested to be sent. Hezel fled while Nazrod had been executed. Hieth read through the reports from his scouts, pausing as he leaned back in his chair. "Machines that match dragons in flight." He took notes, looking at his advisor. "Tell the dragons we will no longer use them." Hieth called out cruelly. The advisor paused, shock on his face while the prince stood up, leaning over the man's desk. "Do. Not. Ever. Question. Me. Are we clear?" He paused, as if comparing mental notes. "Their 'prices' are becoming obscene. My father has blessed off on cutting ties with those creatures." Sitting back down, the prince looked at a different document. "If they resist, use the 'Brios' to level one of their mountain-tops."