Chapter 16 Fifteen

Draeven nodded, his expression hardening. "True. Comfort is for those who have never known the weight of a sword. We've been at war with the northern territories for as long as I can remember. It's a wonder we still have men left to fight."
Valerius exhaled a slow sigh, his brow furrowing. "Our enemies remain relentless, but now... there is unrest from within." His gaze flickered toward the palace, a silent weight hanging between his words.
Draeven, ever perceptive, caught the tension in his friend's voice. "What troubles you, old friend? Speak freely."