“You bastard, you only wanted to use me and kill me…”
General Whyte alighted from his horse, gave his black hat to a willing fair soldier and began to walk towards Sarme, who was now struggling in the grip of the two fair soldiers, who’d dragged her from the fortress.
“Sarme my dear, I once promised your lover’s mother here that she’d die before anyone at the battlefield, but from the turn of events, you will be taking her place”.
“You bastard, I hate you…” Sarme spat at the General, but the spittle missed the fair man who was now laughing and gripping his sword. Suddenly he became serious again, while the smile soon disappeared.
“Your lover and his friends killed my cousin, over a thousand seven hundred men, and others we’ve not even ascertained…yes, I loved you, yes, I promised to ta
