The snow swirled delicately past his curved window. It was incredibly distracting. He was trying to study his ancestors great conquest, but his sharp eyes kept darting to the movement outside, tempting him. A hundred excuses for him to go outside and walk in the snow fluttered behind his eyelids. Only the tiny voice in his mind that sounded far to much like Ada whispered 'Is playing in the snow something for a little prince to do? Of course not!', kept him rooted to the spot
"King Shyanlin was a respected scholar in the tactics of cavalry. He knew the major effect of cavalry came in the first moments of thunderous impact as horsemen drove into the enemy line. With the full momentum of the charge behind them, their three-meter-long lances smashed through armor, flesh and bone and hurtled the enemy troops back in disarray, to be trampled under the horses hooves. But once the horsemen..."
With sudden clarity he could hear hoof beats in the courtyard. He made to stand up, but immedia