"Your Highness, I urge you to reconsider. The royal escort forces have predefined roles and missions. A sudden redeployment could severely disrupt operations."
Randolph frowned at the count's suggestion, his long-suppressed anger finally erupting.
Randolph seethed inwardly. His decision to take the battlefield was supposed to demonstrate his abilities and surpass his father, yet obstacles seemed to arise at every turn. From Michael to a host of lesser figures, it felt as though everyone was intent on blocking his path.
"I am fully capable as a commander. With the princess and the crown prince entrusting me with operational control of the unit, why is there so much dissent?" Randolph exclaimed.