A week had passed since we took Radensdorf.
Enough time to move past Grandfather's death.
I sent word of Marquis Bertheim's passing to Hilda and Wilhelm Göring. I worried the news would devastate Göring, who had been anxiously awaiting the return of the master he'd served for decades.
Hilda would grieve too, but she would pull through bravely. For our child's sake, if nothing else. As for me, having been draped in a whole string of titles, I shed most of them.
Schneider was tapped as artillery commander, and the combined cavalry was disbanded. I stepped down as aide to the supreme commander as well. My only remaining title now is commander of the Gale Knights.
And the Duke of Radensdorf surrendered.
Perhaps he decided further resistance was pointless, but with the rebel leader's surrender, the rebel nobles who had been resisting sporadically in the east surrendered as well.
