Chapter 9: A princess, but not a heroine (2)
"Uu."
The soft cooing sound came from the little child. Could this child know? Know that they were born from the union of the royal heir of the Pendragon family and the last prince of the Britten Kingdom?
For context, the Britten Kingdom had been an enemy nation that waged war against Pendragon three years ago. Now, it was reduced to a mere duchy, barely surviving while Pendragon had seized most of its territory.
‘And this child will one day unite both Pendragon and Britten,’ thought I.
The child carried the blood of both the Pendragon and Britten royal families. The silver hair and eyes, symbolic of Pendragon, were proof of the child's Pendragon lineage. But if the child also carried Britten’s blood, it would surely possess some of Britten’s mysterious abilities.
Such was the nature of royal bloodlines.
"You must realize, this child is a symbol. A bridge that will one day connect Britten and Pendragon, two nations as incompatible as oil and water. This child carries the legitimacy to unite them both."
"...I don’t know much about politics."
"Hmph! Don’t pretend with me. I know your insight far surpasses that of most. Don’t play dumb."
"Mm."
Just as the royal princess Isis said, he knew how the country was running. He also knew that the conquered Britten was still rebellious. The last prince of Britten was suffering from a chronic illness, and it wouldn’t be surprising if he passed away at any time.
If that prince grew up and became a crown prince, then Pendragon and Britten could truly become one. Should that happen, the nation would become a powerful force, rivalling even empires.