Alistair was in his thirties, with well-defined features and a strong, fit build that wasn’t overly large. As he approached Carissa with his men, there was a hint of disdain in his expression.He nodded respectfully, but his eyes betrayed his arrogance as he said, "I apologize for my late arrival. I had matters to attend to. Please forgive me, Commander Sinclair."Carissa nodded slightly, glancing at the twelve captains standing in two rows behind him. Each one looked formidable, their expressions dismissive, as if they couldn't care less about a female commander.It was clear—the caliber of a military leader was often reflected in the nature of their soldiers."There's nothing much to discuss today, so let's disperse and get back to our duties…"Before Carissa could finish her sentence, Alistair interjected, "Since there's nothing of importance and we've all seen each other, I'll take my leave. There's a great deal to attend to in the palace."With that, he turned and strode awa
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