Over a thousand elite cavalry, only about ten barely managed to keep up with him, all were highly skilled Sarmatians, among them a Hun rider.
A black Dragon Banner fluttered in the wind.
Empress Lysiniya watched as Duncan approached on horseback from a distance, her expression still shocked. Yet, she extended her hand to pull her two daughters behind her, bowed her head to indicate, "Governor of Britain!"
Although she was an empress, she could discern the situation at this moment.
Duncan slightly pulled the reins, directly turned his horse to avoid them, seemingly unaffected by the empress's courtesy. His inadvertent act made the three's expressions ease, as if realizing this legendary Governor of Britain was not as arrogant and domineering as rumored.
A faint smell of blood drifted in with the breeze.
Duncan took a good look at the three women, his gaze falling on Empress Lysiniya, and said calmly, "The Empress and Princesses were startled."
