"From what the scouts reported, they are not expecting an attack. A well-timed ambush would greatly weaken their forces and disrupt their supply lines."
Ragnar avoided telling his father about Jayran's letter, choosing to keep it to himself for now.
King Zeriel leaned back, tapping the armrest of his chair with the tip of a finger, as if measuring the weight of each word. A slow satisfied smile curved his lips.
"You have always had an eye for strategy," the king said at last, his tone tinged with something close to pride. "You were like this even as a boy and it has served you well."
He gestured vaguely toward the stack of parchments on the table between them. "I've seen your victories, Ragnar. None among your brothers or even my most seasoned generals could handle this better. If these reports are accurate, you'll have full command of the operation."
He set the documents down with a soft thud and steepled his fingers together.
