Lane Conlay’s POV
At eight that night, Prince Kaelen gathered everyone together inside the dimly lit strategic pavilion.
"The next phase," Prince Kaelen said, his thick beard shadowed heavily by the flickering firelight as he planted a small tactical flag firmly into the sand table, "is a siege."
A sharp chill flashed across his golden eyes.
"Marshal, isn't that far too risky?" one of the older generals questioned immediately.
"Exactly," Prince Kaelen replied smoothly, his gaze scanning the table. "The Valkirk and Gorgon forces are working together better and better out there. They completely outnumber us. Attacking a fortified city head-on gives us absolutely no realistic chance."
Low voices instantly rose in a wave of anxious protest across the tent. I, however, felt my eyes light
