Warrior Diplomat Novels & Stories

He and his troops were safe for the time being. An hour later, they moved on to discuss their next problem on the agenda: a private envoy. They needed the discretion of the young boy at Dairy Valley. Damian, a priest, has been ordered to alert the elder and tell the boy about him being chosen as an envoy. Tristan thought. One of them voiced the trouble, “What you are asking of us, sir, is the greatest danger we have put up with yet. Why not turn all the human knights into one of us.”

In an instant, tensions rose in the main hall, making everyone feel suffocated. Feeling Fletcher’s terrifying aura, Yoel’s face changed immediately. He smiled gently and said, “General, you might get me wrong. I’m a diplomat sent by the Westrington Emperor to conduct a casual visit to South Cloud World. I am not a citizen of South Cloud World, so why should I kneel?” Yoel looked at the Empress, smiled, and continued, “I believe Your Majesty is a generous and understanding person. So it is understandable for me not to kneel to you.”

I could see the triumph in his eyes, the pleasure he took in orchestrating this parade of lies. My lead lawyer stood up to cross-examine. “I am requesting permission to treat the witness as hostile.” “Not granted.” He smiled. “Very well. What is your position in Darkmoon?” “I’m a member of the left border’s patrol,” the warrior said. “Have you served along side Alpha Violet?” He wrinkled his nose. “Yes.” “How long have you been in service?” “Seven years.”

Sometimes you need someone who trusts you enough to let you find out yourself. Daran turned into the alliance's sharpest diplomat and its most difficult one … walked out of two negotiations, told one council member if your argument needs twelve titles it probably wasn't convincing, nearly cost us an eastern settlement by insulting their hereditary structure. I made him apologize. He hated it. He did it anyway.

I was Wakko Ishara. My House didn't grovel before our enemies and beg for a cessation of hostilities. No, Ishara created the advantageous peace, leading with honesty and truthfulness until the rival negotiators broke faith. Unlike other diplomats world-wide, Isharans headed off conflicts, peacefully resolved skirmishes (fights that happened without a pledge of warfare), conveyed the High Priestess' overtures of a cease-fire, but never offered submission.

The four High Elders behind her shrank back into the shadows, shaking their heads in total panic, refusing to meet her eyes. When Veronica finished her desperate plea, I did not show anger. A cold, mocking smile touched my lips. "Diplomatic immunity?" I repeated softly, stepping down from the high dais. My heavy leather boots made a slow, rhythmic sound against the stone floor as I walked toward her. "Diplomatic immunity is a privilege granted to those who protect the stability and laws of the kingdom," I said, my voice rising so every person in the hall could hear every single word. "It was never created to act as a shield for traitors who poison their own warriors in the dark."

"Shaun’s warriors looked like they were ready to march straight into the western sector capital if you gave the command." "They march where the bloodline commands, Elara," I murmured, my hands coming to rest firmly on her waist, pinning her dark tactical shirt against my thighs. I leaned down until my breath fanned hot against her lips, the magnetic heat between our bodies sparking into a wild, undeniable fire. "For twenty years, my father fed them treaties and paper metrics. Today, they saw an Eclipse wolf shatter a tier-one garrison vanguard with pure, genetic dominance. They don't want a diplomat anymore. They want an executioner."

Kaizer, as mentioned by the elder in a tunic suit, was a notorious conspirator. He was also the only remaining legendary diplomat in the Drakonia Royal Court. He once staged a chaotic war between three nations all by himself. In the end, he was able to reap a lot of benefits for the Drakonia Royal Court. The elder in a robe was somewhat dismayed by this. In his opinion, sending Kaizer to solve Aston's issues was a waste of resources.

King Aldwin of Valenmarch led the way, his silvering alpha aura emitting cautious restraint because years of border wars had conditioned him to expect hostility rather than cooperation in diplomatic meetings where supernatural powers might be used for dominance rather than for resolving differences. After him came Queen Morwyn of the Eastern Reaches, her beta diplomatic ability having been honed through decades of arbitrating trade wars that had bled over into conflict when Kael's economic policies had broken commercial relations that powered regional success on the basis of mutual rather than extractive gain. Marcus remained on guard beside his partner as alpha power provided support for em

Some of the other warriors were resentful of the treatment at first, but a few hours trying to keep up with them in the rigorous exercises they went through stopped any complaining. Commander Alexi had Troi glued to Leftenant Adrian’s side whenever he was at the training grounds with them. They were also brought into any high level leadership meetings that involved coordinating the warriors. Once the new outposts were ready, Troi played the primary role of liaison between Leftenant Adrian at Grey Peak and Ambassador Liam at High Valley. Their role was to ensure the rotations were fair and the warriors were taken care of. The trio also had to ensure those who struggled with the longer absence