It was early to go to Polis. I was expecting to cross that road years in the future. And with different intentions.
The camp surrounded Polis from every side on the ground, while a few ships took guard out of the harbour. There wasn't a single way out of town without our army's permission.
Polis had survived so long because they have a water source somewhere in the mountains and their fast ships manage to run away from Ethiro's fleet. Sometimes, the ships were caught. In truth, the income of food never stopped.
Even more when they started stealing our food and burning our weapon supplies. It was a mystery how they managed to find it every time, but knowing my Queen relocating everything would have been a waste.
The spies would have spotted the movement. Trampling the food wasn't an option either. What if my Queen ate some of it and had a stomach ache?
If there was a way to win without making everyone sick, I would have found it.