Guilt...

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"Finally!" Kaleb muttered, his voice grounding me where I stood. The courtyard roared with the clatter of armor and the snort of warhorses. It was time to go back Avador.

My men moved like clockwork under my gaze, loading supply wagons and securing the black-and-crimson banners of the Avador crest.

"The eastern route is vulnerable," I spoke calmly ignoring Kaleb's comment, jabbing a finger at the map unfurled in my gloved hands.

"Reroute the convoy through the Iron Pass. Any bandit fool enough to ambush us there will freeze to death before they try anything" I continued handing the map over to Kaleb.

Bandits… A hollow excuse. The real threat wore a crown. Even though Vincent suffered defeat, his pride was always bigger than his sense of reasoning.