Lucius held his soft smile, looking up at the Outlander with his lavender irises. "Oh, I had the utmost confidence you'd stand victorious. It's the Great Rowan we're talking about, after all."
Each word that parted from the princely knight's lips sounded laced in sarcasm. Rowan debated on tossing his fist right at that pristine face, further enticed by the booze in his system—
"Sir Rowan!"
"What is it—?!" He turned around, responding sharply before correcting himself with a cough.
A soldier ran through the camp, stopping as he caught his breath, "It's the Heavenly Kings, two more have arrived, sir—! Jae-Seong and Esmeralda—!"
By the desperation from the breathless soldier, it wasn't news without a negative aspect. Immediately, Rowan pushed past the soldiers, hurrying towards the gathering in the camp as Astrid came along.
"Move!" Rowan shouted, pushing aside those in his way before reaching the sight.
