The wind whispered through the vast battlefield as Lyle calmly awaited Duke Karswell's return. The hour had passed, and the fate of the impending conflict rested on the old duke's decision.
As Duke Karswell approached the table once again, the atmosphere was charged with anticipation. His gaze was stern, revealing the weight of the deliberation he had undertaken in the past hour. He took his seat across from Lyle, and the two leaders locked eyes.
"How did things go sir Karswell, I hope nothing unexpected happened?" Lyle asked with a slight smile as he sat calmly and stared at the duke.
"Well, Sir Nicholas, you have truly made things difficult for me," Duke Karswell declared, his voice resonating with authority.
Lyle remained composed, his crimson eyes fixed on the old duke.
"Difficult, why would I make things difficult for you?"
The duke's forehead creased as he stared at Lyle with slight hostility present in his eyes.
