Berengar sat at the head of his table. Throughout the dining hall of his palace, many tables had been set up for his important guests from across the Reich, Europe, and the Mediterranean. He had spoken with many of them up until this point, but now, as the food was brought out to the tables, he had decided to make a proper toast for all to hear.
With the clink of a glass, the room was silenced, as all eyes gazed upon the Kaiser, who was dressed in his most regal attire. A smiled curved upon his lips, as he gazed upon the rulers of the western world, as if they were all beneath him. Because, in fact, they all were. It was this aura of confidence that prevailed throughout the entirety of his toast.
