#CHAPTER 93: The Future King and Queen

CHARLES There was a small hill near the encampment we were staying in, large enough for me to see my army, but small enough that we couldn’t be seen by any approaching enemies. I climbed to the top of it shortly after we broke ground so that I could survey everything that I’d built. The army spanned miles. Men, horses, dragons, cannons, weapons. We had been careful to avoid heavily populated areas on our trek to the Fresonian border, but I would be a fool to think that my brother wouldn’t be preparing for our arrival. The Fresonian army was impressive, but paled in comparison to my own. Abernathy had really followed through on their promises, and the arrival of their men had been a large morale boost for mine. There was not a doubt in my mind that Felix and the Fresonians were not ready for the sheer size of my army. My family had spent so long underestimating me that I had grown to underestimate myself. Who would have thought that I was capable of raising an enti