The Traitor's Lament

Kingdoms strike me as the domains of homebodies. Regard – these allies of mine, these equals of mine, these enemies of my enemies, printing themselves into the ground like the sheaves of grain that thrive upon fuming stubble of the field. Amid the fray, I formerly had thought they bled with molten bronze, and wept lava. This dust is heavy with smoke and thunder, and yet it pierces like the unseen miasma. Immolated Spring is come to us! Men-of-war, come to us from everywhere the sinews hasten, for we serve Enmity! I often consider a world where foes were never born…