Pewter Palace was a splendid stone structure, built up over the last three centuries. Approaching Pewter City from the south, it was the tallest building one would see, though the architectural beauty of the palace was dwarfed by the magnificent spectacle of Mount Moon looming on the northern horizon.
"You're aware of the events at Cerulean a week ago. I have received further news this morning from a traveller. It appears that the princess is alive and is held prisoner in the palace."
The king surveyed Brock and Timmy as they stood at attention before him.
"I have also been in communication with Samuel. I argued that our defense alliance against Viridian should be extended to cover an attack on Cerulean."
Brock looked horrified. "I think King Samuel would have strong views against attacking a kingdom that poses no threat to him."
"On the contrary," continued Flint, "he knows what's going on in Cerulean, and he's willing to send help to free the princess. Beyond that, it would be difficult. He has no formal army and cannot leave Pallet undefended."
"So who's he sending?" asked Brock.
"Two men, including his grandson."
"The heir to the throne?" said Timmy.
"Prince Gary is an accomplished swordsman, even at his age, as you saw at our last tournament. I suspect, however, that there may be another motive, the very reason, Timmy, I plan to send you."
"Admittedly," said Brock, "Misty is very attractive, and the right age."
"You want me to woo her, father?" asked Timmy.
"My goal," replied the king, "is to free the princess, defeat Cerulean's army, and place you and Misty as the new king and queen. To achieve that goal, yes, you Timmy must have Misty choose to marry you."
"It won't be easy," said Brock. "Gary is a known womanizer. He knows how to wheedle what he wants out of a woman. I wouldn't be surprised if he intends to marry her only so he can keep his throne and produce heirs, while he continues his affairs on the side."
"That's why," said the king, "your future, Misty's happiness and the welfare of the people of Cerulean are in your hands. Please do not fail."
"Yes father."
"One thing in your favour is that your character is a closer match to Misty's than is Gary's. Let your sincerity and compassion speak to her. Be wise and dignified as a king, but to her, be true and humble."
"Father, one question," asked Timmy. "If we attempt to fight Cerulean, how can we be sure to win?"
"Firstly, we have as many men and trained monsters as they do. Secondly, we'll make clear our intentions to their people and promise them a better life, one as good as our own people live. Then they will be on our side."
"Will they believe us?"
"They're desperate enough to take any opportunity. Don't forget, they came to us for help. We'll offer it in exchange for our prince on their throne. We'll arm them to fight for their freedom. Nothing except our benevolence would prevent them from turning our own weapons against us."
"But it sounds so..."
"Altruistic? You have much to learn, my son. How much do our traders earn from business in Cerulean?"
"The people there are poverty stricken."
"Correct. By increasing their prosperity, it will improve trade, from which Pewter, their nearest neighbour, will benefit the most." The king added with a smile, "Not to mention the additional taxes we'll receive."
"So do we know when Gary will arrive?" asked Brock.
"His party will be here within a few days. They'll rest overnight. Then you'll leave together. I am arranging a way to have you sneaked in. In the mean time, stay fit, rest and eat well."
"Yes, O King," replied both sons in unison, and were dismissed.
