Every Nohrian general had seemed so certain that they would prevail. No matter how many lives were lost. No matter how tragically it scarred Nohr's society. Not one of them seemed to understand that by committing all their resources and men to the destruction of Hoshido, they would be inviting the collapse of Nohr. Faye saw it, but no one seemed interested in the concerns of an much-too-young princess.

The idea someone was deceiving Hoshido and Nohr, using them like puppets in some grand scheme, filled her with rage. Were it not for Philonius, she might never have known nor would she have to opportunity to stop it. Much like Vance, she didn't mind becoming a traitor. What was the point of being a strategist, if you can't prevent the worst outcome?

"I refuse to be pawn in some else's scheme, and I won't stand by and let someone threaten my home. If we have an opportunity to stop this war and the people behind it, we must take it." 

With a determined stride and eyes full of purpose, Faye marched through the shimmering portal.

Without hesitation, Amos hefted his axe and followed after her. His expression held a similar grim determination, but left a wholly different impression, one that was wild and ready for anything. "You heard the lady. Let's get moving."

Brigh stroked the wiry bristles of his beard, and looked questioningly at his liege. While he had little love for much of the Nohrian court, he had a degree of faith in a select few--Prince Kaspar and Princess Faye among them. 

Sorscha too was watching Kaspar very intently. "Milord?" she whispered.