Cyrus POV

"Your majesty!" A soldier called out walking into the general tent for decision making. He had a look of urgency on his face. "The South is planning to create a diversion elsewhere. To draw our forces away from here."

"Ah, is that so?" I asked, a small wicked grin forming on my face. "That sounds wonderful. The soldiers in the underground pack at the border, they should be deployed to wherever the diversion is."

"I shall see to that," one of the generals said with a bow. Drusus gave him a nod of approval. "Your majesty? May I speak with you in private?"

"Of course," I replied. The...