Chapter Twenty-Three

But despite the fear that gripped our people, there was also a fierce determination burning in their hearts. The memory of our victory over the Dark Lord still fresh in their minds, they rallied behind King Edward and me, ready to face this new foe with unyielding courage.

As the enemy forces drew closer, the tension in the kingdom reached its peak. The night before the impending battle was filled with a heavy silence, broken only by the distant sounds of preparations echoing through the land. King Edward and I stood on the ramparts of the castle, watching as our troops readied themselves for what would undoubtedly be a fierce and bloody conflict.

The moon hung low in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over the landscape. In the distance, we could see the flickering lights of the enemy camp, a menacing presence on the horizon. A cold wind blew through the night, carrying with it a sense of foreboding that sent shivers down my spine.

"We face a formidable adversary," King Edward spoke g