A cold gust swept across the formation of soldiers. Even the commanders fell silent, waiting for the duke's decision, the man known for his unshakeable composure.
Except when it involved one thing. Or one person.
Duke Morgan was the first to break the heavy silence. "The crown prince speaks the truth. This could very well be an attempt to make you fall, Demian. And once you fall… the empire follows."
Demian did not immediately respond. His eyes were dark, unfathomable, his mind clearly racing.
Marquess Anshen spoke next, his brows drawn. "He is right. We are standing on a battlefield against fools who can barely hold a spear. Isn't it far more likely that this entire situation is a trap?"
Duke Morgan nodded sharply. "They must have crafted a strategy to bring you down. Nothing is impossible if it concerns you, Duke Morvex."
Every commander present seemed to be thinking the same thing.
