Iosif decision

Iosif looked at the king, his expression filled with confusion. He understood his words, but couldn't grasp the king's intention with such question. What's all about visiting the East?

"The East?" - Ella asked, also unable to understand the king's question - "I don't understand, your highness."

"Yes, the east" - Henry reiterated, leaning forward with his elbows on the table - "I require someone dependable to oversee that region. They must be trustworthy and hold a high position in the army, as they will be leading the entire area. Currently, I have no one of such stature except..." - He gestured towards Iosif - "The selfless General Iosif, right there."

Iosif shifted uncomfortably in his chair, trying to maintain his balance with his hands as he looked at the king, unable to meet those piercing eyes directly. He was afraid to not meet those high expectation.