In the dimly lit makeshift military tent, Marshall General Lafões stood alongside Godoy and Saint-Cyr, surrounded by maps and hushed conversations.
Suddenly, the tent flap rustled and an officer entered, his demeanor tense and urgent.
Lafões turned to the officer, his voice low but commanding, "What is it?"
"General, we've received Her Majesty's response regarding the terms of surrender," the officer whispered, edging closer to Lafões as he discreetly handed over the letter.
Taking the letter, Lafões's brow furrowed with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. He unfolded the parchment, the soft crinkling sound filling the space as he read the words that bore the weight of his Queen's resolve.
[To General Lafões:
