Elliott exhaled a sigh after the high-level discussion was over. He looked at his wife on the bed, then at his son, who was standing nearby.
"Ronan, stay here and protect your mother. I will go outside to lead the joint force to the border of the continent." Elliott rose from the chair and tapped his son on the shoulder.
"Leave it to me, royal father. May victory and grace always be with you." Ronan put his hand on his side chest in the typical knight salute.
Elliott just nodded and headed for his wife. "Anna, I'm leaving. Please bless me." He touched his wife's cheek gently with a smile.
"Do you really have to go, dear?" Anna looked at her beloved husband with anxious and troubled eyes. To be honest, she didn't want him to leave.
