Years Flow
A few years later:
POV Tanya:
A tall, middle-aged man in shiny lamellar armour engraved with silver and gold stood before Tanya, his back straight like a pole. A long blue cape flowed down his shoulders, his posture and aura screaming with power and experience.
Tanya sat in her chair opposite the man, with her legs crossed and her long black hair flowing down her shoulders.
"General, I don't believe I can allow your expedition army to use my barony as their base. There is finally peace after past stormy years. We need time to fully recover and can't afford to support the presence of your men on this territory."
"Lady Azerlisia, I can assure you that my men are highly disciplined, and all of the supplies will be arranged by our own means..."