"...I accept the offer of subordination. From this day forward, my Empire shall become a Wing."
CrackCreek
Every neck in the grand hall snapped toward the source of the sound, the air itself freezing for a moment. Eyes widened in disbelief—shock rippled through the gathered rulers like a tidal wave.
"You?!" someone shouted, his voice echoing off the cold marble.
"…?" Even Robin furrowed his brows faintly. He hadn't expected anyone to accept one of the offers today—let alone to willingly become a Wing. Everything he had said earlier had merely been a way to plant an idea, nothing more. He hadn't thought anyone would truly take it seriously.
Could it be… were the temptations he laid out really that irresistible?
