Chapter 6 - The Gathering Storm
Three days later, the royal vanguard marched out of the capital gates, heading north toward the sprawling green plains of Oakhaven.
Leading the procession was Emilia, riding astride Barnaby, the colossal alpha lion. Behind her marched a unified force—a mix of rebel fighters, former royal guards who had sworn allegiance to the new era, and thousands of ordinary villagers armed with farm tools, bows, and blacksmith hammers. It was an unconventional army, burning with a collective desire to protect their homes.
By the fourth evening, they reached the horizon of Oakhaven.
The village where Emilia had grown up was little more than smoking ruins and blackened timber frames—the lingering scars of Aldric’s initial purge. Standing amidst the charred remains of her father’s old forge, Emilia dismounted. She walked slowly toward the center of the rubble, kneeling to touch the scorched earth.
Barnaby paced protectively around her, keeping watch over the darkened perimeter.
"Penny for your thoughts, My Lady," a soft voice said behind her.
Emilia turned to see Commander Darius walking up, holding two cups of steaming camp tea. He handed one to her, his expression warm yet weary.
"I can still hear the hammer ringing on the anvil," Emilia whispered, taking the cup. "My father used to say that iron must go through the hottest fire before it can be shaped into something strong enough to protect others. I didn't understand what he meant back then. I thought he just meant hard work."
"And now?" Darius asked quietly.
"Now I know he was talking about us," Emilia looked up, meeting his gaze. "The kingdom was soft, Darius. Comfort made us weak. But what Duke Moros is bringing tomorrow... it will test whether we are truly forged of steel, or just painted tin."
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"We are steel," Darius said with absolute conviction. "The men believe in you, Emilia. Not because you have magic, or because you have lions at your side—but because you bled with them in the dungeons."
Suddenly, a scout came sprinting into the camp from the northern ridge, breathing heavily. "Commander! My Lady! The Iron Legion! They’ve crested the ridge. They’re less than three miles away, and they’re moving fast!"
