"But first, we need to prepare….this place is high enough we should set up camp here" Victoria spoke with confidence.
Most people didn't know her in the shelter, nor did they know of her family, however the few that did, knew she was of an extremely special status from the the way she moved and thought…..she was not like the other nobles.
She was sometimes like a majestic princess who had sat on the throne for a long time, and sometimes she felt like a commander tempered by countless battles.
The Aura of a natural born leader.
That was what she radiated.
"Hm?" Cyrus frowned as he watched some of his men involuntarily move to start creating camp. They didn't even realize that the command hand come from Victoria before starting.
A hand calmly pressed against Cyrus shoulder causing him to look up at Barthold.
"She didn't mean to, it happens sometimes" Barthold said calmly.