Chapter 41 If You're The Mom, Then Who's The Dad?

In the war tent, maps spread across the large wooden table like parchment prophecies of death. Commanders from each division had gathered, so had my friends and the prince. I studied the topography of the battlefield, my finger tracing the ridge where we'd first encountered the Southern army's scouts. "This position gives us the high ground," I said, tapping a spot on the map. "If we place archers here, we can rain down cover fire while the ground forces advance."