Bosiden continued, "My lord does not wish to be your enemy, so he has sent me to negotiate terms of peace with you."
Ferald, continuing to sip his corn soup, didn't glance at Bosiden, and asked, "What are your lord's conditions?"
Bosiden responded with a rare, hearty smile, "There are no conditions, Your Grace. We offer unconditional peace. After the negotiation, Your Grace will still be the lord of vast territories, and my lord will remain a humble friend."
Lanvin, still clad in his shining silver armor – which had seen little action in the battles – spoke to his father, "Father, we cannot agree to this. Uncle is still waiting for our reinforcements."