Breathless and wide-eyed, the guard burst into the chambers, interrupting the festivities with his urgent tidings. "My lord, an army of men!" he exclaimed, his voice echoing with a note of panic.
Rhaet, who was immersed in the woman in his hands, turned his head to the post gaurd and said, "You are being loud."
"But my lord, there is an army on the horizon, headed this way."
Rhaet's brows shot up as he stared at the gaurd and replied, "Are you sure?" Rhaet seemed drunk as his words were starting to slur.
The room fell silent as all eyes turned to him, the gravity of his words hanging heavy in the air.
The guard stood his ground on his claims, and then Rhaet said, "Ivar."
Then Ivar, who was sitting a little far away from his father, got up and walked out of the chamber along with the guard.
