"The center of the Frozen Lake situated directly between both military camps," Kieran explained smoothly. "My Patriarch requests that only the two of you attend this parley. No vast armies surrounding the perimeter. No hidden guards stationed in the tree lines. No tactical ambushes."
Kieran paused, looking straight into Cassian's golden eyes. "He wishes to grant both realms one final opportunity to prevent unnecessary bloodshed."
The bitter winter wind swept through the pavilion, carrying faint flecks of frost with it.
General Rowan immediately stepped up, his brow heavily furrowed with deep concern. "That is far too dangerous, Your Majesty! Walking onto an open frozen lake with no guards is asking for a trap."
Captain Ronan nodded in firm agreement with his fellow commander. "I must concur, sire. We cannot guarantee your physical safety under such exposed conditions."
