The selkie placed a gloved hand on the knight’s shoulder as he explained his plan. “The Western Kingdom is vulnerable to attacks currently due to this snowstorm, right? We should use the snow to our advantage and lay siege to some of their cities to claim them for the prince. Prince Serell talks of creating a new dynasty for Regno; we need to conquer the Western Kingdom to create a barrier between the Northern and Southern Kingdoms so they cannot aid each other. Once that is accomplished, I’m sure Prince Serell or Orius will want us to move into the Southern Kingdom and do the same.”
The auburn-haired knight scratched at the nape of his neck anxiously. “But shouldn’t we stick to the plan of capturing the Water Master?” he muttered. “It’s what …show more content…
“I’m the man. Now, I order that this army head for the Western Kingdom territory to claim it for the new dynasty.”
Quintin scoffed arrogantly. “But not everyone here supports the new dynasty movements,” he said. “How do you plan on convincing everyone to follow through?”
Zarles grinned mischievously. “Let me take care of that issue, Quintin.”
The two King’s Guard knight returned to the horde of gangly and well-built men. Zarles scanned the tents around them, searching for the map-keeper’s tent. After locating it ten yards away, he grudgingly ate the last scraps of deer meat and did his best to make his way through the piling snow to the particular tent.
It was dark inside the map-keeper’s tent, save for an insignificant wick in a lantern near the back. A stout elder man clad in the darkest robes sat a makeshift table large enough to accompany barely one person. The selkie approached not-so-cautiously and forcefully spun the stout man around in his seat. The elder man let out a startled yelp; Zarles saw the man was shivering, his nose and ears as scarlet as roses. He felt no remorse for frightening the stout man.
“Where is the closest Western Kingdom city to us?” demanded the
The auburn-haired knight scratched at the nape of his neck anxiously. “But shouldn’t we stick to the plan of capturing the Water Master?” he muttered. “It’s what …show more content…
“I’m the man. Now, I order that this army head for the Western Kingdom territory to claim it for the new dynasty.”
Quintin scoffed arrogantly. “But not everyone here supports the new dynasty movements,” he said. “How do you plan on convincing everyone to follow through?”
Zarles grinned mischievously. “Let me take care of that issue, Quintin.”
The two King’s Guard knight returned to the horde of gangly and well-built men. Zarles scanned the tents around them, searching for the map-keeper’s tent. After locating it ten yards away, he grudgingly ate the last scraps of deer meat and did his best to make his way through the piling snow to the particular tent.
It was dark inside the map-keeper’s tent, save for an insignificant wick in a lantern near the back. A stout elder man clad in the darkest robes sat a makeshift table large enough to accompany barely one person. The selkie approached not-so-cautiously and forcefully spun the stout man around in his seat. The elder man let out a startled yelp; Zarles saw the man was shivering, his nose and ears as scarlet as roses. He felt no remorse for frightening the stout man.
“Where is the closest Western Kingdom city to us?” demanded the