The Obvious Solution

Kane

There are times I wonder if I remember a time before I wasn’t constantly at war with a neighbor. I spent over ten years in conflict with Bernard Moonraker for his inability to repay his debts. Now that he is locked up in the dungeon of my castle, I’m dealing with King Peter of Scarlett Thunder because of his unhinged offspring. Bernard had been a nuisance, much like a cockroach that refused to die. King Peter is a whole different kind of asshole, with enough power and resources to actually be a problem for me.

Neither of us has withdrawn our troops from the battlefield. Our men are waiting for word for them to battle to the death. We send messengers back and forth, switching from veiled threats to half-assed attempts at compromising. We are at a stalemate, neither of us willing to back down or be the one to make the first move. Unstoppable force meets immovable objects.

I stare outside the castle window at the gray skies. It looks like it is about to rain. The smell in the air ma