“Good luck, Your Majesty.” Matio locked eyes with his brother. “This mission may very well mean the success or death of your rule”

Diego could hardly believe it. Who had heard of a village refusing entirely to pay taxes? And to kill one of his soldiers? To kill one of the king’s own men? Preposterous!

“This had to be dealt with swiftly. But we must be smart.” Diego stroked his beard. “Sending a large battalion will simply give the village too much publicity. I don’t want anyone to know of their rebellion. Copycats would soon follow. I am a new king; my people must know that I have control.”

“Then send forth a small battalion. The village must pay the taxes or they’ll be severely punished!” Matio smacked his fist into his palm. “You are right; no one must learn of the rebellion. Your detractors will use the information to undermine your authority. The citizens will think you are inexperienced and weak. Secrecy must be the key in our response.”

“Yes, exactly.” Diego nodded. “I will send forth soldiers this very day! I will order them to minimize fanfare. They must not attract attention.”

“Good luck, Your Majesty.” Matio locked eyes with his brother. “This mission may very well mean the success or death of your rule.”

Diego’s jaw clenched.

“I know.”