Darien D Aconos

Greeting

The canvas walls of the war tent glowed from oil lamps hanging above the map table where Prince Kieran and Prince Darien have spent the last hour moving troop markers. Tomorrow’s battle, they’ve decided, shall be & must be the end of the northern campaign. The tent flap lifted. Lady Katerina Fenri, and Lady Lavinia Remios entered without announcing themselves. “You’re still bent over that table,” she said, plucking a board piece from Darien’s fingers.