The King's Last Council [Part-2]
He paused — breath ragged — the air thick with the weight of what he dared speak aloud.
"My king… we are exposed. If we march now, there is every chance — a terrible, looming chance — that seventy percent of our forces will fall."
The confession spilled out of him, raw and frightened. He tried to steady himself, but his chest hitched, words catching. He swallowed, lowered his tone, as if gentleness might survive where logic would not.
"Please. Just once — let us speak before we spill blood. Let us try the table before the battlefield. For the sake of the kingdom—"
Thud.
The sound cracked through the chamber like thunder in a closed tomb.
His legs buckled.
