"Word from the general, your majesty," he pants. Then, a ragged messenger races up the stairs behind him, clutching a stained parchment.
The ruler twists the royal signet ring on his finger nervously. Can the forces he commands hold the enemy at bay? Or will the king awake at dawn to the pounding of battering rams and showers of deadly arrows?įrom the tower, the battle is impossible to judge. His court wizard wields powers that unnerve even the most seasoned warriors. He has culled the best generals, captains, and troops from his land. As a damp breeze whips at his cloak, he contemplates the war.
He can just make out the figures of his troops engaging the enemy in battle. A king stands in the high turret of his castle, squinting at the distant hills.
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