As Steele brooded in his chamber, Cheyenne, his second-in-command, knocked on the door and entered. She could sense the frustration and anger radiating off of him, but she knew she had to try to console him.
"Steele, can I talk to you," Cheyenne said gently.
Steele glared at her but didn't respond.
"I know you're upset about the defeat," Cheyenne continued, undeterred. "But we can't dwell on it. We need to focus on rebuilding our army and strengthening our defenses. We can't afford to be vulnerable to external threats and I love all, we need to exploit the option of diplomacy and make peace with others. "
Steele listened to her words, considering them. He knew that Cheyenne was right. They needed to be prepared for any future attacks.
"You're right, Cheyenne," Steele finally said, his
