Sebastian’s POV
As morning stretched into midday, the courtyard filled with the sounds of training: the thunk of spear into shield, the twang of bowstring, the grunts of men as they sparred. It was a symphony of preparation, an orchestra tuned to bring down an enemy.
I found a quiet spot atop a raised platform in the center of the field, a dais carved from black stone. Here, I could watch everything, my army’s heart beating as one. I gestured for a young lieutenant to join me. He offered a salute and climbed the steps, sword at his side.
“Report,” I said, voice carrying over the courtyard.
He bowed deeply. “My lord, the southern cavalry unit is ready. Eighty riders, all armored in leather and steel. They await your commands just beyond the paddock.”
“Good,” I said, noting the troop b
