Conquest { XII }

It was the late hours of the morning and the village fell into a very doubtful moment just after the joyful and bright moment they experienced in the morning.

"Darlin, please come back home safe," Roland's wife, Clarissa said to Roland with a sad expression on her face.

The baby in her hand let out a lovely chuckle as he stretched his tiny hands towards his father, signaling for him to pick him up, clearly unaware of the emotional moment going on between his parents.

Roland took his son from her hand and played with him a little before responding to Clarissa with a smile, "Lord Rowan is going to lead us to greatness, I believe it. And do not worry about me, I will be back very soon and when I do, our village will no longer be under those damn people and our son will be able to grow under the same peaceful atmosphere we grew with."

She sighed and prayed in her heart for his safe return and the victory of their village.