Prince Lyssander's heart skipped a beat when he heard the soldier's words. He immediately turned around and thought he would see an army of people behind the Duke who was riding a horse toward them.
Almost immediately, the smile on his face vanished.
There were no armies or soldiers. There were only two other people behind the Duke.
"Your Highness," Amoni called out. "The Duke is here…"
"I can see that Amoni." Prince Lyssander took this opportunity to walk down the watchtower where he was staying to welcome the Duke.
"Your Grace…" Prince Lyssander said.
"My people and I will join the fight. Please stay here ,Your Highness…" Duke Rothley said nothing else as he walked away from the prince.
"Your Highness that man is—"
