The army marched for weeks before they even made it to the border so Rukelion had plenty of time to work things out. In the meantime, he was the perfect soldier. Quiet and obedient.
He was feverishly excited to destroy his enemies—what he had dreamed of for so long—that he found himself spacing out once they arrived at the military camp closest to the skirmishes. He really should be listening since the general was explaining how things worked here and what they needed to do.
He immediately snapped out of it. This was more important than daydreaming about how it would feel to finally have some measure of revenge after four long years.
Sweet justice was so close Rukelion could practically taste it but he couldn't lose focus now. He could celebrate accomplishing part of his goal once it was actually done. Living on a farm had taught him not to count his chickens before they were hatched.
