Royle pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a sigh of frustration. Captain Lopin Steward had gone on and made arrangements without discussing the details with Royle. Again. At this point, Royle wondered why he was even a part of the palace’s security.
Their own captain seemed to be confident enough on doing everything by himself, insisting that the positions he had chosen for his guards and Royle’s officers were much better suited for a royal banquet. Not only that, but he had significantly reduced the firepower each man held, claiming that being so heavily armed would only antagonize everyone present.
Royle was on the verge of tearing the piece of parchment in his hands. No matter how many times he had written notes about why Steward’s placement did not maximize the s
