King Thaddeus strode through the armory, his eyes narrowed as he inspected rows of polished swords, gleaming spears, and intricately crafted shields lining the walls.
His fingers grazed a dagger's hilt, a small but lethal weapon, testing its balance with a practiced hand.
Beside him, his trusted advisor, Caledon, maintained a watchful silence, studying the king's every movement with a gaze that never wavered. Nearby, the general stood at attention, waiting under the weight of the king's scrutiny.
"General," Thaddeus's voice cut through the stillness, reverberating against the stone walls. "Are all weapons accounted for?"
"Yes, Your Majesty," the general replied, nodding briskly. "Additional stock has been prepared, in case the campaign extends beyond initial estimates."
Thaddeus hummed approvingly, tracing a finger along the edge of a spear. "Good. I want every detail flawless. Valeidio and Zephyros won't know what hit them."
