He is blind

In the morning the army doesnt break camp. The Duke joined his niece's war council. She had a bruise on her face. The duke, ignorant to the fact he gave her the purple eye, assumed she disobeyed his orders and joined the battle, and that the elf maiden yesterday was simply a way to appease him.

The Dove of war lead the meeting with a firm grip. She questioned the gathered knights about the terrain and wilderness, and the places where the elves could lie in ambush. They answered promptly, forgetting they were snivering cowards and behaved like soldiers. The change was remarkable.

Nathalie heard their concil, and then spoke to the Duke. "They will probably attack us when we try to cross the river, Uncle. It is a perfect ambush spot, the woods will give cover, it is wide enough that will **** our knights to cross carefully, and the bridge will bottleneck our troops." The Duke agreed with her conclusion. "I already took the libery then to install our war machinery here, and delay our march by three hours, so that the sun will be in their eyes when we cross. We will set fire to the woods"

The meeting was over, men left the Duke behind with his daughter "That is a nasty hit you got there, Nathalie" She winced as he touched it, still sore. "Sword?"

"No, gauntlent." She answers stiffly "If it was a sword you could have lost an eye, or even your head. I dont want you hurt, Nathalie" She nods cautiously, eyeing her uncle. "You are doing well, my Dove. You lead this battle, and I will reward your victory accordingly."

"To be whatever pleases you is the only thing that I strive for, uncle." She salutes formally, glad her uncle couldnt see her blushing cheeks and wetting cunt.