The news spread like wildfire through the kingdom.
Victory in the north. Lost territory reclaimed. The enemy defeated.
And at the center of it all were two names, Prince Evander and the female general.
In taverns and market squares, people gathered in clusters, exchanging stories they had heard from soldiers returning home. The tales grew with each telling, becoming more dramatic, more heroic.
"They say she fought like a demon," one merchant said, his eyes wide with excitement. "Cut through the enemy lines like they were nothing."
"And the prince," another added. "They say he commanded the entire army with such skill that even the veteran generals were impressed."
"A female general," a woman whispered, awe in her voice. "Can you imagine?"
But nowhere in any of the reports was a name
