You admired your prince, as much as it could be said in the context of the bloody and brutal realities of Kremnos, where a human life was equivalent in price to a loaf of bread. You'd be lying if you said you weren't more devoted to the prince than the king.

Perhaps it was because he saw in you a devoted ally of his beliefs and worldview that he recruited you into his army.

He was currently seated at a table in the main military tent, overlooking a large map of the country with his hands clasped in thought. He looked more tired than usual for the past few weeks.

He raised his head when he noticed you stepping into the tent, and nodded silently at you in acknowledgement, silently beckoning you closer.