Sitting in the inner council room, Alfred sat, waiting. His hand didn't stop moving as he wrote hundreds of letters to be sent out. Whilst he could use William to spread the word to his army to mobilise, it was something that was better if he had done it himself. The door opened, and Horace walked in with Esmond. Looking at Alfred, the two bowed before taking their seats.
They didn't talk, seeing Alfred still working and patiently waited. A couple more minutes passed, and Desmond walked in. Fixing himself, he bowed and waited for Alfred to let him sit. "Thank you. Please sit."
"I am a bit thin on time these days, so I will be quick." Alfred turned to Desmond. "Desmond. I know Esmond told you a few years back that there was a chance you could prove yourself. Now is the chance."
