Giovanni

The heavy oak doors of the War Room swung open with a groan, the scent of iron and old parchment greeting us as Aaron and I stepped inside.

Torches flared on the walls, their golden light dancing across polished stone and maps stretched wide across the center table.

Commanders, generals, and emissaries stood at attention, murmuring anxiously amongst themselves as we entered.

Their eyes turned toward us the moment we crossed the threshold.

“Your Highnesses,” Commander ...