Let your plans be dark and impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt
Sun Tzu, The Art of War
The heavy oak door opened creating a breeze of air that tickled the back of Alexandra’s neck and whispered in her ears like the distant moaning of souls in Hell’s lower rings. She braced herself, squaring her shoulders, lifting her chin, and focusing on the straight back of Cesar as he led Alexandra into the council room.
She saw the 10 Jarls of Dacia who had months earlier sworn their lives and swords to her. They bowed to their Duchess and then came to attention as one body, one mind, with the thunderous sound of their boots stamping the floor. Alexandra felt a surge of adrenaline. The fighter rose to her consciousness as she placed her hand on the hilt of…
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