Rolf's POV.
By the time dawn broke, my army was on the move. The clatter of hooves and the rhythm of marching feet filled the air. I rode at the front with Jones at my side. We were riding into our future.
This was it. My chance to reclaim what I'd lost. Diana may have won a round, but the rest are mine.
As we rode through the forest, my men didn't speak, their expressions were hard as steel. Each one of them knew what was at stake. We weren't just marching to claim land. We were marching to reclaim our pride.
Jones rode beside me, his face impassive.
"You seem quiet." He remarked after a long silence. "That's not something usual."
I kept my eyes on the path ahead.
"I'm thinking."
"Thinking doesn't win wars." He said. "Action does."
I shot him a sideways glance.
"Planning wins
