Robin sits in his study in the Plegian palace. It's quiet as it is late at night and hardly anyone else is awake. From his window, he can see soldiers bringing in prisoners of war. He watches with mild interest. A few stand out to him, but no one familiar, and they certainly were not any of the Ylissean royalty. Robin taps his quill on his desk.

He doesn't doubt his father, King Validar, will have him present for the trial. Or what his father considers a trial anyway. Some will be imprisoned beneath the palace, others executed, and a few will be enslaved. It all depends on his father's whims. It doesn't matter which way it goes. No prisoner of war has a happy fate in Plegia. Robin turns back to his book when he hears a knock at the door.

He doesn't look up.

"Enter," he says.