Ligastraus quickened his stride toward Greta's tent, frustration simmering after failing to find the Duke anywhere in his own quarters. Around him, soldiers who should've been standing guard were instead scrambling, shifting posts in a rush to obey the sudden orders barked out by the small but sharp‑tongued general.
At the entrance, where only a heavy tapestry hung as a curtain, Ligastraus drew in a long breath, steeling himself. He had to call for the Duke, though the man might be inside with his lover, and that thought alone made his chest tighten.
"Forgive me if I intrude, Your Highness," he called, voice firm but edged with hesitation.
Silence stretched. Minutes ticked by before Matthias finally answered from within, his tone carrying a note of surprise. He was seated near Greta's bed, certain he'd ordered Ligastraus to patrol the woods and keep watch for enemy scouts. So why was his general here instead of out there?
