Alaric's brows furrowed. "A truce would require an offer. What could we possibly give them that they would value more than conquest?"
"That is something to discuss with the king," Aldric replied. "But mark my words, Alaric: if we don't attempt a truce, we risk losing everything. And if they refuse, I suggest you step back from the battlefield. Let them see how they fare without their indomitable prince leading the charge."
A tense silence hung between them before Alaric exhaled slowly. "You're suggesting we negotiate with wolves at our door."
"I'm suggesting we save Wyfn-Garde, by any means necessary," Aldric said evenly.
Alaric stood, his expression unreadable. "I'll think on it. And I'll speak with the king."
Aldric rose as well, placing a hand on Alaric's shoulder. "Your mother would be proud of the man you've become. She loved this kingdom, and so do you. That's why I know you'll make the right choice."