Cardan
“The borders just need to be manned by more soldiers.”
“And when they fall at the front lines? Who then will you have sent to man your borders?"
My beta frowns at his subordinate, General Gregory, raking a hand over his jaw as he replies, “Our men won’t fall in battle if they're not weak.”
Slighted, Gregory leans forward in his chair, “Are you by any chance insinuating I might be falling short on training my soldiers?”
Bored, as though he’s talking about the weather, Killian deadpans, “If the shoes fits.”
“You cross a line-”
“I cross a line?” He tilts his head, and instantly the tension in the room thickens. I lean back in my seat, opting to watch it all play out.
Gregory clears his throat, righting himself immediately before the situation can escalate. Before Killian deci
