The early morning light of Havenwood barely penetrated the thick canopy above, casting a kaleidoscope of shadows upon my makeshift table strewn with maps and reports. My trusted advisor—a figure whose wise counsel had guided me through many a treacherous turn—stood across from me, his eyes intently tracing the lines and symbols that represented our strategic plans against Seraphina's forces.
"Your insights have been invaluable," I said, allowing a rare note of warmth to enter my voice. "With your guidance, the Crimson Army shall prevail in the upcoming battle."
"Thank you, my Ruler," he replied, bowing his head slightly. The formal title felt like an armor between us, yet I appreciated the deference it commanded.
