Peters POV

I was standing in a meeting room tent filled with nobles and my commanders.

I was told to attend by the general so now they all sat around the table inside this spacious tent. I stood right behind General Arthur's chair looking like a glorified bodyguard.

There were about 10 chairs each with nobles from different houses, no worse time to visit the city than now. Most of them were shaking and nervous after being told of the soon to come siege. The other half looked calm from the news which I assume is because they themselves were not completely ignorant of warfare.

A fist slammed against the table and a voice soon spoke up

“We have gotten reports from days ago saying ships were spotted long ago heading here. Yet now that they have been seen over the horizon you mean to tell me not one officer here has had the idea to start evacuation long ago!” Harland of house Gwayne said with his deep baritone of a voice laced with anger. He was speaking to my commanders.

“The presence of a whole army showing up out of the blue caused enough scare, to evacuate everyone into the city gates for an attack that was just mere rumors based on reports of ships that had no sorts of banners traveling would have not done us wonders Sir Harland.”

spoke up captain Tristian who himself was angry.

To have a bunch of noblemen question your actions especially when you yourself is high in commanding seemed like an insult. And from what I've heard Harland Gwayne has never commanded an army nor has ever fought any battles, so it must have been insulting for captain Tristian to be questioned by this man.

But then again, Sir Harland also seemed to care for the people as well which surprised me to be honest, Nobles seem to give little care for the people.

“Relax Harland, these are well renowned commanders of this kingdom, whatever they have planned they have my full support.” spoke another, David of house Lexend. His voice was calm and looked at both the general and Harland as he spoke.

“What is it that you have stirred up, General? For this soon-to-be besieged city?”

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General Arthur immediately stood and placed a sketched-out map of the wall and with a pencil he drew Xs on certain areas on the wall.

“We have been building catapults ever since we were told to travel up here. We have a couple done already but we aim to have at least a dozen done by the time the ships arrive. Since we don't have boulders, I say we use bottles of oil and aim them at the ships. Once the oils land we rain fire on our arrows that have been lit with fire causing the ships to catch on fire.”

Many of the nobles started talking to each other in small whispers and it sounded like they believed in this idea of his.

An Idea I myself suggested to him.

General Arthur continued “That's where you all come in, we don't have as much oil as needed for this so go and bring oil from your merchants and shops.” he said not asking but commanding.

All nobles, already frightened by the idea of being stuck in a besieged town, immediately obeyed as they all left the tent to go out and get their oils. Sir Harland informed the general he would be helping the folks of the city to make sure not many died.

“Well said General, I look forward to living another day.” said Sir David as he left, he was oddly calm which kind of made me nervous to be around him.

“Captain Tristan, head out and inform all those on the wall to pick up bows and arrows, also inform them of the plan involving the catapults.” Ordered the General and off was the captain.

Now, it was just me and the general in the tent. Which is something that's been recurring lately.

“How are you feeling Peter? You're not nervous?” He asked, grabbing a cup of wine and drinking.

“Less worried about myself but more for my friends who are actually up there on the wall as we speak. Well mostly Alexander, Jim is a berserk.” I say with amusement at the last bit.

“Your friend Alexander, he's a year younger than you correct, 16. “Waving a hand to keep me from answering

he continues

“That boy is one with potential Peter, you do best to look out for each other, I can envision you two leading battles in the future.”

Before leaving the tent fully he adds one more thing

“Oh, and don't think I didn't notice you're drunk as well, be sure when all this is over the three of you will have some answering to do” he says wearing no smirk or playfulness on his face as he walks out…. Shit, he's serious about that.

….

hours have passed since the meeting with the nobles, and they did as commanded. We had oil thanks to the same nobles who brought them from their shops, but enough only for a one swing from each catapult, let's hope we don't miss.

I found myself on top of the wall alongside my two childhood friends, and at perfect time as the rebel ships were now a few minutes out from us.

Our Captain was near us manning one of the catapults, while our general was down at the harbor with a set of soldiers with him in case any ships did manage to land, they would be met with swords.

Now, seeing the ships up close there were about 20 of them, all of which carried the personal sigil of prince Charles. what? the scouts said there were no sorts of banners flying but yet these dam ships are carrying the princes own personal sigil. this is a matter we will sort out later.

“Soldiers! HOLD AIM!” Screamed out our captain, obeying his command we waited. sweat rolling down my face as we once again faced the chance of death in a few minutes.

The wait felt like an eternity until one of the catapults was released.