Duke Runak and his vaunted Generals willingly lowered their heads in reverence to the young Princess. Their hearts that were previously filled with guilt and frustration were now ablaze with loyal passion.
"Uncle please elaborate on the Duchy's current situation. If I am to help I must understand the true depths of this plight." Avira spoke with a natural gravitas that uplifted the hearts of those who heard her words, the voice of a leader who was eager to take on their burdens.
A few teardrops fell from Duke Runak's eyes as he took in her regal bearing. To him she bore the same charisma of her father but held the appearance of her mother, empress Amelia. He had never felt prouder than he did at this very moment.
"It would be my honour Princess." He replied with a warm smile on his lips, an expression that he hadn't been able to show in quite some time.