The soldiers of the Turkin Kingdom, hearing their king's resolve, snapped into sharp military stances, their eyes reflecting the same steely determination as their leader. They were ready to die if that was what it took. There was no price too high when it came to protecting their home.
Vlad was impressed by Viserin and his soldiers' resolve. A small smile crossed his face. "You are brave. I'll give you that." He then turned to Jormungandr, Freya, and the rest, conveying a silent message with a glance, and saw all of them nodding.
After briefly pausing to assess the situation, Vlad continued, "We will proceed, but we must move as one unit, and I will take the lead."
The soldiers of the Turkin Kingdom frowned at the idea of taking orders from an outsider, particularly when it involved their king. But before anyone could protest, Viserin's voice rang out once more. "Fine. I accept."
