Talus' POV

The throne room was lined with elders in purple at both sides. I tapped a finger on the golden arm rest of my throne and glanced at Tamara. She massaged her temple.

"So what do we do?" She asked.

"We prepare for war," an elder said. "If Dalios has declared war on us, that's the logical thing to do."

The day had finally come. Dalios had decided to make his choice. War. If I were to be honest, I'll say we didn't have enough soldiers to face him. Sania was a kingdom blessed with soldiers. I had seen it in my war to save Araba.

"Where's my commander?"...