He saw that the King had raised his sword to defend himself, and how it crumbled under the might of the black wind.
He saw blood coat the walls, the leather strap falling to the floor. With a metallic clinking, the inserts rolled along the now scarlet painted boards. Witnessing this, Hadjar felt something break inside him.
“Stop, Your Majesty!” Elizabeth’s personal bodyguards appeared ahead. As a matter of fact, all of them were females.
The Queen let out a sigh of relief and stopped, but a moment later, she was cursing the fact she couldn’t take out her sword without letting go of one of the children.
The warriors didn’t lower their weapons.
They looked at their Queen, their spears and shields held at the ready.
“Please, don’t make us do this,” the lead bodyguard almost begged her.
