Once Princess Alexis was out of the shower, she motioned for Dominic to go in.
"You still smell like gunpowder and magic. It's not bad, but you should wash and change out of your armour. The enemy is in no shape to attack again this morning, even if they want to." She insisted.
"Yes, Princess. But it's afternoon."
"Then put your armour back on after you shower. Who knows what that moron Albroles will order by nightfall."
Dominic showered and changed, then returned to the strategy room to see the Princess staring out the window.
"What do we see?" He asked.
"There is a messenger with the white flag of parley walking across the north fields. Get ready, we will take a car to the wall."
As they descended the stairs past Marquis Burton's room, they saw him and his sons sitting silently, staring at the casket of his deceased wife. The boys looked like they'd aged a decade in a single night, and the Marquis himself couldn't be called anything but broken.
