"I'm glad they finally agreed to help," Rhydan said, setting the letter down on the table beside his tea cup. He then let out a quiet sigh, relief threading his tone.
They were in the Caelthorn estate, a serene garden pavilion surrounded by blooming flowers and trimmed hedges. Only those personally allowed by Leon, the heir of the household, were permitted inside. The air smelled faintly of jasmine and polished wood, a stark contrast to the tension in their discussion.
"Yes, Your Highness," Magnus replied, now glancing at Leon. "Their number of knights is small compared to the Dukedom's soldiers, but if we combine forces, they will be a significant help."
"That's reassuring," Rhydan said then he leaned back slightly and fixed his eyes on Magnus. "And how did the audience with my Father go?"
