Third Person's POV
At the camp on the southern border, Adelaide was anxious as she strode toward Alpha Lance's tent.
Lance was intently sculpting something, his focus so intense it was as if he and that creation were the only things in the world.
Upon hearing Adelaide's arrival, he paused briefly before covering his work with a silk cloth and instructing his adjutant, Tommy, "Let her in."
Tommy hesitated, his ears twitching.
"I just saw Ulrik head to Adelaide's tent. She's likely here to plead for Velda," he said.
Lance's gaze sharpened. "Do you think Adelaide would plead for Velda?"
Tommy scratched his head, confusion etched on his face. "Maybe she wants to win Ulrik back?"
Lance chuckled, a hint of amusement in his voice, and beckoned Tommy closer. "Come here."
Tommy stepped for
