Chapter 64: Teasing The Third Prince.
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Evening.
Throne Hall, Wyfkeep Castel.
Wyfellon, Wyfn-Garde.
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"How about sending reinforcements to the borders and spies outside too?" Second Prince Spencer suggested and that attracted nods and scowls.
Across from Alaric, General Rowan, a grizzled knight with a scar that cut across his cheek, cleared his throat. "We must consider the practicalities. Our borders need reinforcement, yes, but sending all our forces would leave our castle vulnerable. We cannot risk an attack here while our eyes are elsewhere."
A few heads nodded in agreement, and Alaric saw his opportunity to weigh in. He leaned forward, speaking in a calm but pointed tone. "Then we need to deploy strategically, not rashly. Station reinforcements where they’re most vulnerable. Keep our strongest defenses closer to home."
The men turned toward him, listening intently, and he continued, "The enemy wants us divided. We show strength by remaining focused, not by charging headfirst into every rumor we hear."
Some officials grumbled in agreement, while others exchanged wary looks. Alaric could feel the eyes of the room on him, but one gaze, in particular, burned with intensity.
The king, Gideon, his face set in a stern expression, glared directly at him, as if daring him to take this counsel too seriously, daring him to keep the attention. Alaric returned the gaze, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.