Within the commander's tent, a young man is seated at the hand of a table adorned in a lavish robe of ice white and at his hip is a snow white book of many pages holding all his knowledge of magecraft. The man is the image of royalty with hair white as snow and eyes like blue crystals which shine in the moonlight.
"My prince, all dark entities have been slain but there has been a troubling report from the scouts." exclaimed a stern looking man who was currently saluting the prince. This man was one of Lucian's most trusted advisors and tactician due to this fact the man held great influence with most of Lucian's unit. As many still haven't warmed up to the man much to his dismay.
"I am not a prince in the darklands, you shall address me as my proper title. Now speak your news." declared Lucian, his mood soured by the advisor's ignorance to his wishes of not being addressed as a prince in the darklands. Lucian was only in the darklands as a publicity stunt for the public to show that the royals stand with the army and fight for the people. His life was basically forfeit and a means to an end. He was only meant to stay on the battlefield for a year if he survived and quietly retreat back to the capital but chose to stay because of his parent's lack of care for him.
"Very well, Lieutenant. An enemy force of around five hundred is approaching the camp at a fast pace. What are your orders, sir?" stated the man whose name was Arlen Crow, an experienced warrior and stickler for the rules and proper etiquette. He quickly rose up the ranks of Lucian's unit after a few years of service to the prince, joining his inner circle.
"Hmm. Assume a defensive position around the camp and raise the alert level to the highest degree. Tell all the soldiers to watch for any stragglers coming this way." declared Lucian, leaving no room for argument.
"Stragglers? What do you mean sir? We could crush them easily, our number is double and we are far more experienced." Arlen bombarded his commanding officer with questions after his confusing declaration of non action.
"I will personally handle this trivial matter. Call for my aide Lenore and tell her to meet me at the stables. This is a perfect training opportunity." said Lucian while walking out the commanding tent heading towards the stables holding his most prized possession. His thoroughbred pitch black horse which he often calls his best friend.
"Yes, sir." said Arlan in a rather somber tone at his commanding officer's attitude. Arlen has been under his service long enough to know when to wave the flag of defeat. Arlen quickly gave orders to the runners to spread Lucian's orders to the camp and personally raised the alarm for whatever reason. He had one of his men fetch Lenore and tell her to meet Lucian at the stables. He didn't want to deal with two headaches in the same hour as Lenore had a personality similar to Lucian's. Stubborn and Unruly were the words going though Arlen when thinking about the two.
Lenore Valentine, Lucius' most loyal aide was currently devouring food at the mesh hall of the camp but it was more of just two tents and a kitchen serving a poor excuse for food. Many soldiers despised the food and only tolerated it because without it they would starve to death but Lenore was a different story. She would lap up every bit even taking seconds from soldiers who couldn't bear it. She was given the nickname of Tasteless Lenore within the unit.
Her peaceful eating was disputed by an average looking man bursting into the tent and looking around frantically. Locking eyes with her, he swiftly approached the girl. Lenore rolled her eyes at this, already knowing what the man was going to say. She recognized him as one of the many runners of Heaven's Hand; his continued survival piqued her interest as runners' survival was even lower than foot soldiers but she knew this was no time for questions.
"Officer Lenore. Lieutenant Lucius von Moonlight has requested your presence at the stables, he is to ride out to battle with you." exclaimed the runner, skipping breaths. His dire state showed how far he had run to get here. Lenore played with her hair as she listened to the man's words. Lenore said nothing to the poor man and made her exit towards the stables. Pouting about being interrupted with her one person feast.