Chapter 163: Charge for Glory

The relentless wind howled a mournful song as Lucian trudged through the snow-laden landscape. Days had blurred into nights, the harsh beauty of the north slowly giving way to a grim reality. The rebellion wasn't just a disgruntled Duke stirring trouble; it was a simmering cauldron of dissent fueled by whispers of injustice and a growing tide of anger towards the King. Sir Gareth, his usual boisterous demeanor somewhat subdued by the frigid temperatures, lumbered beside Lucian. Their breath formed frosty clouds in the air, a stark contrast to the fire that burned fiercely in their eyes. "Scout reports say the Duke's forces are dug in at Grimhold," grunted Sir Gareth, his voice rough against the wind. "A formidable fortress perched atop a treacherous mountain pass. Not exactly an ideal location for a picnic." Lucian scanned the horizon, the jagged peaks of the distant mountains shrouded in an ominous mist. Grimhold. The name itself conjured images of death and despair. "How many men