CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
As Gwendolyn watched the Empire break down the gates below and pour into Silesia, she stood there frozen. She could hardly believe it had come to this so quickly. All their carefully-laid plans for defense, washed away in a matter of hours.
“My lady, we must move!” Steffen yelled beside her, frantic, tugging on her arm.
She snapped out of it, her instincts kicking in. She saw Srog, Brom, Kolk, Kendrick, Godfrey, and the others retreating with the soldiers down the back steps of the parapets, and she remembered their contingency plan. She had gone over the plan endlessly with her generals, and now it was surreal to see it put into motion.
As the first Empire soldiers rushed through the gates, Srog turned to his men and screamed:
“NOW!”
Several soldiers pulled huge
