"Emperor? Are you crazy? I am not the Emperor! I am the Duke of Veyre Dukedom-Duke Alaric Veyre!" Alaric snapped sharply, his voice slicing through the air like a blade. He was too proud of his identity so eventhough some people would love to be mistaken as the emperor taking it as prideful he didn't not like it one bit.
The rogue leader froze where he stood, eyes widening in disbelief. For a fleeting second, his breath hitched, and then his knees nearly buckled beneath him. He felt like he might collapse from sheer desperation, the realization that he had lost so many of his men, all under a false assumption, crushing him from within.
"If you are not the Emperor," he hissed, voice trembling with anger and disbelief, "then why were you in his carriage? Don't try to fool me! I saw the royal seal on that carriage!" His shout echoed through the clearing, his frustration dripping like acid, though the tremor in his tone betrayed his fear.
