"Your Majesty has sent a message for you," Harris announced, handing Sullivan a neatly sealed scroll.
Sullivan broke the seal and unrolled the parchment, his eyes scanning the elegant script. Slowly, a smile curved his lips. His father, the king, was proud of him. The words of praise and affection warmed his heart, and the message concluded with a summons to the capital—his presence was eagerly awaited.
"Commander Harris," Sullivan began, folding the scroll carefully, "make preparations for my journey to the capital. I shall depart tomorrow with Lady Dahlia."
Harris bowed deeply, acknowledging the command. "As you wish, Your Highness. If I may add, the messenger mentioned that the capital is abuzz with your name. The people are in awe of your recent victory. They speak of you with admiration and reverence."
