You fight them, his father had said.

You don't trust them. His father had been right. And his father had been ready. Rabatians were cowards and deceivers, they should have scattered when their duplicitous attack met the full force of the Akielon army. But for some reason they hadn't fallen at the first sign of a real fight, they had stood firm, and shown metal, and, for hour upon hour, they had fought, until the Akielon lines had begun to slip and falter.

And their general wasn't the king, it was the twenty-five year old prince, holding the field.

Father, I can take him, he'd said.

Then go, his father had said, and bring
us back victory.

Autor: C.S. Pacat