They exchanged a fierce look of understanding, a silent vow that they would see this through together, no matter the cost.
The sun had barely risen when Amelia and Dimitri returned to camp, the news of Cyrus’s latest move weighing heavily on them.
His face grim, Dimitri steeled himself for the core of his warriors, but his mind was already working ahead to the scenario Cyrus was setting up.
Amelia stood beside him, her face set in determination, though the worry etched in her eyes remained.
"My lord," Talon said, his head bowed as he stepped into the strategy tent with a few other warriors. "We received word that Cyrus's forces are advancing aggressively towards the eastern border. His rogues are in irregular movement, as if positioning to hold a defense."
Dimitri nodded; his voice
