Return of the General's Daughter

"General Marlon Norse, these are the citizens of Northem we are talking about. As soldiers of the country, we could never harm the civilians," the prince said, each word sharp as steel.

Marlon paled, his mouth opening and closing before he finally bowed his head. "I apologize, Your Highness. I spoke out of turn."

Odin shot his cousin a withering look, silently chastising him for his recklessness and suggesting such a thing in the prince’s presence. Foolish!

The men fell quiet, the drumbeats and horn blasts filling the silence like a relentless tide.

Then, from the edge of the group, a voice broke the stillness.

"If the soldiers can’t touch them..." Lara began, her tone thoughtful. "Then let’s drive them away. We’ll beat them at their own game."

All heads turned toward her, curiosity flickering in their eyes.

Lara stood tall, a spark of mischief dancing across her face as an idea bloomed in her mind. Her gaze swept over the gathered soldiers until it landed on one who matched her build and height. She strode toward him, her steps light and confident.

"Could I borrow your armor?" Lara asked, flashing a dazzling smile that caught the young soldier off guard.

His face flushed crimson. Eyes wide, he fumbled with the straps, hastily shedding his armor and helmet as if entranced. How could there be a man with such a pretty face?

Just as Lara reached out to take them, a broad figure stepped between them, blocking her hand.