As Jasem rode confidently atop his horse, his pristine armor glistening with its flawless shine, he exuded an air of magnificence. Adorned with gold and precious gems, he basked in the envious gazes of his comrades, positioned proudly beside the king on his right and Azzam on his left.
Observing his king, Jasem, aware of the impending battle drawing nearer with each passing mile, broke the silence. "So, what lies ahead for you, Your Majesty, now that the Rawan Kingdom teeters on the brink of collapse?" he inquired, fully convinced that their victory was inevitable.
The king, Cain, his face slightly perturbed, responded with a sigh, his gaze fixed ahead. "It is premature to utter such words. Patience is a virtue that a king must possess to ensure clear judgment," Cain replied, his tone filled with restraint. However, Jasem, persistent in his curiosity, pressed on.
