They reached a large command tent reinforced with layered canvas and wooden supports. Guards outside saluted sharply as Magnus Phoenix entered.
Inside, the air was cooler. Maps spread across a central table. Oil lamps flickered despite the daylight, casting warm light over battle markers and red-inked projections.
"Tea or wine?" Magnus Phoenix asked casually as he took his seat.
"Water is sufficient, Your Highness," Kiara replied.
He gestured to a servant, who brought tea for him and a clear glass of water for her before withdrawing discreetly.
For a brief moment, silence settled.
Outside, distant training steel rang faintly.
Magnus Phoenix rested his forearms on the table.
"Okay, I will be direct with you, Kiara..." he began, voice steady, "I intend to form a new unit within my regiment."
Kiara leaned back slightly, attentive. "A new unit?"
