POV Lady T:
A vast camp was sprawled through a whole valley, hundreds of tents popping out of the ground like mushrooms. Collums of smoke were rising from campfires, and blue flags of the kingdom waved in the wind.
A young woman with long black hair and with few red strands slowly walked through a free space used as a road, leading through the centre of the camp towards the largest blue tent in its centre. The road was muddy, with heavy rain falling down, drumming on the tents.
Hundreds of eyes were constantly glued on her. They were all tired, belonging to the soldiers resting around the road. She felt hatred in them. Some of them were clenching their weapons, looking as if they wanted to stab her.
Only the imposingly tall figures of her guards stopped them, their heavy steps following closely behind her.
'The kingdom's last legion, the last soldiers that didn't desert or turn to ransack their own country and at the same time are not under the command of suicidal fanatics.'
