Chapter 180: Kind Queen Reannon.
Alaric’s brows furrowed. "A truce would require an offer. What could we possibly give them that they would value more than conquest?"
"That is something to discuss with the king," Aldric replied. "But mark my words, Alaric: if we don’t attempt a truce, we risk losing everything. And if they refuse, I suggest you step back from the battlefield. Let them see how they fare without their indomitable prince leading the charge."
A tense silence hung between them before Alaric exhaled slowly. "You’re suggesting we negotiate with wolves at our door."
"I’m suggesting we save Wyfn-Garde, by any means necessary," Aldric said evenly.
Alaric stood, his expression unreadable. "I’ll think on it. And I’ll speak with the king."
Aldric rose as well, placing a hand on Alaric’s shoulder. "Your mother would be proud of the man you’ve become. She loved this kingdom, and so do you. That’s why I know you’ll make the right choice."
Alaric nodded, his voice quiet. "Thank you, Aldric."
As he left, Aldric’s wife bid him goodbye with a kind smile, her hands dusted with flour.
He glanced at the small pig farm behind their estate, a humble yet thriving symbol of the couple’s simple life.
Returning to the carriage, Alaric found Manni waiting patiently, humming a tune.
"Where to next, your grace?" Manni asked as Alaric climbed in.