The reactions of Hasounga's neighbours

The news of Danubia's and Ganadonia's unification into the Empire of Hasounga shocked many nations throughout Euronia and the Desert Sultanates.

Naturally, the Kingdom of Frindia was among the first to learn of this, and instantly there is hot debate within its court on the next course of action. Other neighbours looked at the newly-formed nation closely, their armies at the borders itching to attack at the first command.

"We cannot simply ignore this union! I say that Queen has bewitched that King Xarric into becoming his loyal ****! We must muster our forces and put down this menace before they attack us!"

"And what casus belli do we have to use? We've no outstanding reason, and right now we've more pressing matters at hand!"

"Those horsemen are always buzzing like flies, always causing damage and yet pulling out before our mighty knights could slaughter these bandits!"

"Enough."

Bogdan Piaskowski, Chief General and Prime Minister of Frindia, silenced the court with but a single word, such was the authority in his voice.

"We won't accomplish anything bickering here, and I do agree we must take action, but declaring war on them right now is the height of folly," Said Bogdan, "Have you forgotten that we're still in the middle of a campaign against the Mazarians to the northeast?"

Mazaria, that was the name of the cold, hostile wasteland housing nomadic equestrian tribes with the fastest and most mobile horsemen the known world has ever fielded, and it was through their maneuverability that the Winged Hussars - Frindia's shock cavalry and some of the best knights in all of Euronia - were thoroughly bested time and again.

And right now, Frindia's armies were deep in the heart of Mazaria to kill the ruling chieftains and dismantle the alliance they arrayed against them.

"But we can't just leave be the matter of their political power!" Cried an official.

"Which is why we should seek an alliance with them," Said Bogdan, "With an alliance, we can solve the matter of a potential threat at our backs and give Hasounga reason to hold back as well, allowing us to fully focus on the Mazarian campaign. My King, if I have your leave?"

"Mm, go ahead and do it."

Stanislaw Bulgarin, first of his name and 8th King of the Bulgarin Dynasty of Frindia, was a little boy with heavy disinterest in a king's duties. Two beautiful consorts surrounded him, wooing and cooing him and whispering dainty words like poison into his ears.

Bogdan said nothing to him as he left, and the courtiers whispered among themselves while exchanging doubtful glances at King Stanislaw.