Coincidence

The Barony of Tekkora stood in the aftermath of battle, the air thick with the iron scent of blood and smoke from smouldering wreckage. The smoke of bodies being burnt rose into the sky in the far reaches of the town.

Amidst the scattered remains of the skirmish, General Remin stood with his arms crossed before Arvant, his sharp gaze heavy with unspoken thoughts.

Arvant, though weary from the recent fight, was deep in contemplation.

The moment he had learned of the chaos unfolding in the capital, a gnawing suspicion had begun to form in his mind.

And now, with Prince Milan's presence here—so close to an enemy army, not to mention the assassins lurking in the shadows—it was no longer just a suspicion.

He couldn't help but think these events were all linked.