June 5th, 1898, Kalograd Royal Palace, 9:34 AM
At the royal palace in Kalograd the Emperor of Raktussia Alec Spritov the 2nd stands in front of a window door leading outside to the city centre, with his cabinet advisors behind him in silence until one had the courage to finally speak up.
“We are defeated sire.”
One of the men in sharply dressed green military uniforms spoke up, his other colleagues looked to him for a moment with a look of concern and then back to the king whom couldn’t even face them, as he simply stared out into the open world.
“For twenty years this has gone on, we’ve followed you in hopes of preserving the empire.”
Another spoke up encouraged by the first, however even speaking he took a gulp of fear, however unfounded they were, these men were fearful of losing their positions and status in the crumbling Raktussian empire, however crumbling an empire may be status was status and status meant power.
“The Urulticans, they’re -approaching- Sitrograd, they can even hear the roar of their cannons in the Sitro city centre.”
Their situation was hopeless and the generals knew it, they couldn’t win a twenty year gruelling war on three different rebelling fronts, their war of the various Raktussian independence wars were likely their last in their professional careers, their hope now was to simply make their emperor realise it was hopeless to continue on.
Alec took one single deep breath in and sighed out turning around to sit down near the planning table looking helpless and defeated as he brought his palm to the bridge of his nose to squeeze it, his generals and advisors looked to each other and then to him still with their concerned expressions.
“And what would they want of me, their former emperor?”
The emperor simply asked without even looking to any of his generals, as he instead preferred to look toward a map of the former glorious borders of the large and massive Raktussian empire that spread across the continent of Novaris.
“Capitulate, they coalition of independent Raktussian nations have set out carved out borders up to Carolonsk, it is a fine deal and bargain for the situation we face my sire.”
Before their inevitable defeat a suggestion like such would’ve warranted exile, a seizure of property and titles and in some rare cases even execution, however the expression on the emperor’s face said it all as he knew there’d be no point, the generals were merely informing him on the obvious and the inevitable at this point, they knew it and now he knew it, the glory days that constituted Raktussia as a great empire would be over.
“Make the necessary arrangements, inform the people the war is over, it’s what they want after all…”
He said simply as he got up from his chair and simply walked out of the room without another word heading to his quarters, the generals looked to each other stunned by what just happened, it took a short while for the generals to actually move as none of them knew what to even do.
However eventually they got to work making the arrangements to order a ceasefire and begin immediate preparations for a treaty to dictate the terms of imperial Raktussian defeat against the coalition of independent Raktussian nations.
June 6th, 1898 Dalo front, 2:33 PM
“My friends my friends!”
A private running through the trench system kept shouting at his fellow soldiers holding a newspaper in the air, his fellow soldiers were looking to him with perplexed faces some deciding to follow him and some deciding to simply maintain their positions for now.
“It is done! Our independence secure! Our freedoms enshrined! Our people and state will be proclaimed!”
The soldiers looked to each other some beginning to smile and become excited and some with still confused faces not understanding what exactly was going on or what he was rambling about, did he mean peace was coming?
“What are you on about private? What is the meaning of this?”
An officer said coming through the short crowd of soldiers that have gathered up addressing the private directly with a slight frown for the disturbance that had occurred.
“Oh sir!” The private said saluting the officer before standing at ease as he held the news paper in his hands to show. “I was the first to get the newspaper from the delivery! Our struggle is no more! The imperials have capitulated! A ceasefire is coming! We’re becoming free men!”
As he said this more newspapers were coming through the trenches being passed along by the men whom began to cheer and one was handed to the officer whom read the headline as quickly as he could, ‘IMPERIAL THRONE CAPITULATES! CEASEFIRE DECLARED!’ the headline stated and soon even the officer couldn’t contain his visible look of excitement, this twenty year war of independence was finally over.