Carlisle made a long, hasty march toward the King's Hall. The Royal guards assigned on the door quickly open up and let him go in without delay.
In a rectangular hall with high windows, the throne place in the middle-end from the door and King Philip sat anxiously. His face lights up now he sees Carlisle entering the Throne's Hall.
"Greetings, my king," partly, he bowed.
"Captain Carlisle cut the formal greeting. This is urgent, I have no further explanation, but I want you to travel immediately to our western border, today."
"Today? Like as instantly as the possibility?" he queried as he feels confounded with the bad news he receives at the moment.
"The British army is on our walls already. I want you to lead the war in our borders."
"What? But my king!"
"Carlisle!" a woman's voice echoing the entire hall.
