Ember
“My Heir, we have news,” a scout said, running into my camp. Her face was flush and her breath heavy. I welcomed any news with a wicked delight. I had spent most of the days fighting and training with my harem. The soldiers in my camp rotated between guarding, prep work, and sleeping. I did not interrupt their flow as they all seemed to work so well together.
Gladius stepped between us, sword in a striking position. His eyes were cold and threatening, as if daring her to take another step. “It’s ok,” I said, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Let her speak.” I was happy there was hope of something happening, I was getting bored.
“There has been movement in the woods. Northern soldiers weave through the trees on their side of the border. They do not travel in numbers lar
