The one minute of waiting seemed to have lasted longer than expected. The tension within the Crown Prince's tent could probably take down a traitor or two if they dared to enter. It was already difficult for the commanders to breather, what would it be like for the poor soldiers?
It would be an instant nervous breakdown for certain.
The Knight Commanders were all still seated. None of them had any words left to say. They simply wanted to get the mission over with. They could hear the organized chaos outside, wishing that they were a part of it rather than being in front of the Crown Prince.
