War Part Seven

 Imagine an empire's grand banquet, where nobles and lords from across the land gather in anticipation. 

 The tables are covered with the finest silks, the aroma of roasted meats fills the air, and golden goblets shimmer under candlelight. 

 The guests, dressed in their finest garments, are prepared to dine like kings.

But then... a single scrap of stale bread is tossed onto the table.

No feast. 

No lavish spread. 

 Just one miserable piece of bread, as if that alone was enough to satisfy them. 

At first, there is silence... a stunned feeling of disbelief. 

And then, outrage erupts. 

The insult is beyond words.

 To be treated as if they were worth no more than beggars, to have their honor disregarded so utterly... it is unthinkable.

That was the feeling that gripped the enemy forces at the western walls.