"So, my lord. Should we increase the number of soldiers around Glucal Village? It seems the Kingdom of Izadel has been plotting to use it as an entry point to invade Laydel." A young soldier, situated on the plush sofa of Rudien's office, asked the duke opposite him.
(Rattle.)
They were in the midst of a vital discussion, regarding the protection of Laydel and the distribution of soldiers bordering the towns. Because of their empty throne, Laydel was prone to having some neighbouring forces attempt to take control.
Of course, the Duke of Cherliann — whose job was to maintain military strength and security, was not going to allow this to happen.
Rudien sighed softly, crossing his long legs as he gazed meticulously at the papers in his slender right hand. Strands of silver hair fell over
