@emirhisham */ 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓
the king had awoken with the intent to discuss matters of state with emir after a riot had flared in léon, a once spanish nation held in the cradle of the emirate that called for a decrease in castilian military presence and an uptick in al - barracin wealth. at the break of dawn, to the tune of songbirds nestled in the trees outside the king’s chamber, he summoned an envoy between the two nations to arrange a meeting. with regret, the envoy plaintively rejoined, the emir is at prayer. tossing the parchment into the hearth that roared in the grates of his quarters, alfonso grunted out a response of compliance –– he would 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕 for the emir, but not for long.
it was not until 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒅𝒆 descended, and like ink twilight had drenched the court in an darkness splintered by hotly - burning candelabrum, that the king was alerted of hisham’s emergence from the islamic chapels. following much squabbling on alfonso’s part as to the unreasonable practices of the east, he was bid to private apartments where he splayed a map across a chestnut table, gesturing to a splotch of blood that puddled atop what was once spain.
"my men tell me of an uprising, since stifled, that arose in leon this past week. my father fought them many a time and they are already weak –– you may choose to strike, or, a man of prayer that you are," the king noted sourly, "you may appease them."
