"This order is completely unacceptable! What does it mean?" A Dornish officer waved the telegram in his hand, frustratedly speaking to his peers, "Our King must have been misled by some villain!"
"Exactly! It's those scoundrels at the rear that have deceived His Majesty!" Another officer stood up, waving his fist, "We should not carry out such chaotic orders!"
"But we are soldiers of Dorne! A soldier should follow the orders of His Majesty the King!" A young officer standing on the other side spoke with difficulty, as if referring to something unbearable.
"What are you saying? How has General Bolton treated you on normal days? How can you, at a time like this..." The brigadier who had spoken first suddenly stood up, glaring and scolding at the colonel opposite him.
"Of course, I remember the kindness General Bolton has shown me! But... my whole family is in King City, what... what can I do..." The young officer said indignantly.
