Alistair's nose stung sharply as a wave of bitter, helpless emotion crashed over him, twisting his chest tight.
The king ruling this land was utterly incompetent, mediocre, and dead set on doing nothing of value for his people. Thankfully, not everyone in the royal circle was dead to their duty. There were still loyal, devoted officials who cared deeply about the kingdom and its people.
The next second, his face set with solemn purpose, he bowed deeply to the quartermaster. "I, Alistair Pembroke, owe you a debt of gratitude, sir!"
As the ninth prince, little more than a powerless figurehead with zero real authority, this was the only thing he could do right now for the soldiers on the front lines, for the land he called home.
Squad after squad of guards stepped forward in neat order, s
