Thrud's voice was awfully cold and calm, yet her eyes had never stopped shedding tears since the day her husband had passed away.
"Give me a status report of the frontlines and of the main players on the field."
"As you wish, my liege." Iata steeled up and pointed to the city of Belius which was now red-colored after falling into the enemy's hands. "Even with the help of the Empire, our first lines held throughout the Kingdom.
"We have lost ground in a few areas but we have also further advanced in others, especially while the Royal army focused on taking Belius." A few miniatures retreated on the map and a few more moved forward as she spoke.
"We have lost way more than we have gained, but all things considered, it's a success. I'm referring solely to the frontlines, Your Majesty. I would never dare belie your tragedy and I'd give half of our territories to have my King back."
