Drogo’s POVDen stood beside me on the watchtower platform as I stared at the dark tree line along the southern boundary, weighing the scout’s report against everything I knew about my brother. Carl had never taken a single step without three layers of deception protecting his back and the idea of him riding to the border without an army trailing behind him read like a trap.“Should I order the archers to clear the tree line?” Den asked, resting a hand on his sword hilt.“Order the camp to full alert,” I instructed, keeping my eyes fixed on the distant pass. “Double the sentries along the perimeter and keep the riders ready in the courtyard.”“He is moving slowly,” Den noted, pointing toward the dust rising above the trees. “It looks like an open approach.”“Carl does not make open approaches unless he wants us to see him,” I countered, turning away from the railing. “He is giving us time to react, which means he wants a conversation, not a slaughter.”I left the watchtower and walke
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