Draaro, maintaining his composure in the face of the woman's scorn, responded with measured words. "Avoiding unnecessary bloodshed is not a sign of weakness but a strategic decision to preserve the lives of my people. A true king considers the broader consequences of his actions, not just the immediate glory of battle."
Draaro was just pushing himself, keeping his shame aside. He knew for a fact that he had just run away, but he couldn't accept it and tell them they were right.
The count, observing the exchange, seemed intrigued by the unfolding dynamics between Draaro and the woman.
The woman was his oldest child, his daughter, Sylitha. She was the commander of their naval fleet. She was a strong woman in her early thirties and chose to remain unmarried and serve under her father, commanding their ships.
