"Commander- the west unit has been wiped out-" An Alf entered the royal tent.
Slightly pale.
Marie clicked her tongue… "This wasn't how it was supposed to be-" Eyes on the map-
They were winning.
At least until today morning.
Due to some unforeseen circumstances- Marie had to declare war before the appointed time.
And things were going good- for the first half of the day.
As the day progressed, however- not so much.
Units were being wiped one after another and words weren't great.
"Recall the Umber Unit as well as Xerbin- We'll stall for as long as we can."
"Mam!" A salute and the Alf went out.
Some guards and some maids- just stood there- not really sure what to do.
This was getting more and more out of hand.
With a hefty sigh- Marie sat down… with a slight clang.
She was in armor- special commander garb- probably the most clothes she'd ever worn at once.
Things were stale before-
