It took another four months for King Mortain III of Terrencello to respond to my letter and what he wrote was different than I expected. It said that he did not want this war and that he would send his ungrateful second son to me to do with what I pleased. I was baffled, because it didn't feel real, though as soon as I sent a letter agreeing, Prince Merenceilor arrived in handcuffs dressed in common clothing that was torn and dirty with a dirty beard to match. He glared at me.

"You horrible monster." the prince yelled at the sight of me, "You ruined me."

"No, I assure you." I said, "You certainly ruined me."