Armand Northern Border.
Temporary Forward Base.
Heres arrived at the meeting room, followed by several maids, high-ranking officers, and a squad of Armand Special Forces escorting him. The two soldiers guarding the main door snapped to attention, saluting crisply with fists pressed against their left chests.
Heres smiled warmly, raising his palm in a calm gesture. "At ease. Is the last heir already inside?"
"Yes, Your Highness. They arrived earlier and are waiting inside."
"Mm. Keep up the good work." Heres nodded before stepping forward as the maids pushed open the heavy doors. They moved gracefully, forming a pathway as he entered.
The room was modest, with a long wooden table at its center, maps and documents neatly arranged. Heres walked to the head of the table and took his seat with practiced ease.
