The air in Blackmere was heavy with tension as Damien paced the war room. The intercepted message detailing Calder's foreign allies mobilizing for an invasion had left little room for doubt—the kingdom was on the brink of war. Every move Damien had made so far had been to stabilize the kingdom, to root out traitors and restore unity, but now the fight was no longer confined within the borders.
Amara leaned against the table, her sharp blue eyes following Damien's movements. "An invasion means they're desperate," she said. "We've hurt Calder's network enough that his backers are making their move. They think they can break us before we've recovered."
Carys sat at the edge of the table, her green eyes scanning a map of the eastern territories. "If they're mobilizing, they'll aim for the weakest points along the border. The garrisons there are stretched thin, and the terrain favors their forces."