Chapter 105 - A Declaration Of War (2/2)

Al snorted before covering his mouth to muffle his laughter and Franz looked at me like I was crazy. ”You don't have an army! How can a nation be made up of two people?”

”Our nation has more than two people,” I sniffed. Technically speaking, right now it had sixty-two even if that was only in writing. ”We may not have a formal army but we have enough people to wreak some serious havoc in the towns they live in without anyone being the wiser.

”Make your choice, Your Majesty. Give us what we want or we will give you an awful lot of headaches. Do you really want to deal with repairs and infrastructure problems so soon in your reign?”

My husband was no longer able to control his laughter and was doubled over with glee. I glared at him. He was ruining my dramatic moment.

Franz looked helpless for a moment before cracking a disbelieving smile. ”You make a very convincing argument, Madam Clan Leader. I will begin making arrangements so you can begin rebuilding in the spring.”

I gave my best curtsy, acting like the diplomat I was pretending to be. ”We thank you for your generosity.”

I had to pull Al out of the throne room in a rather undignified manner because he was still cackling. He didn't stop until we made it back to our quarters and grinned at me widely. I was a bit put out with him for finding this so amusing.

”What is it?” I demanded.

”You just decided to form a country, gave yourself a title that doesn't exist, and declared war on the biggest country on this continent completely on a whim. How is that not funny? Madam Clan Leader,” he snickered.

I punched him in the shoulder. ”Shut up, Al! I'm not creative and I was improvising. Where I'm from the leaders are called President and First Lady instead of King and Queen. I honestly couldn't think of anything better on the spot. You already had a title so I matched yours.”

”I never said I didn't like it. And I must admit, I can imagine Jasper leading an army quite effectively. They would throw rocks at every window and probably set something on fire,” he said before dissolving into laughter again.

I sighed. He was completely hopeless.

At least that was one problem out of the way. Now all we had to do was get rid of Sigmund on a permanent basis and we could rest assured that the peace treaty we would be signing wouldn't be ignored during our lifetimes.

But the only way to get rid of a royal without resorting to murder is catching them committing treason. I was willing to bet Sigmund was cooking up something treasonous right now but the hard part would be proving it.