Even after achieving true Unity, Kael wasn't done.
As he saw these people, as he thought about every single thing he could do for them, he started to realise something.
A place where people only worked and fought was not a kingdom.
It was a camp.
A large camp, maybe.
But it was still only a camp.
A true kingdom needed more.
People in a true kingdom needed rest, they needed festivals, music, games, places where children could play without fear, markets where people could trade, talk and laugh, open spaces where old men could sit in the sun and complain about the young, they needed songs, stories, competitions that did not end with blood.
They did not just have training grounds, they had playgrounds.
They had barracks and gathering halls.
People in a True Kingdom—
They had time to breathe.
Which honestly—
People in the Heights did not.
