The outer palace was steeped in chaos. Soldiers scrambling to protect their position. Townsfolk whose only misdeed was choosing the wrong side and getting caught in the crosshairs. An arrow whizzed past him and he spared a single glance at the archers.
Ara’s voice drifted toward him. “Renner is engaged with Leroy’s forces. Get to the gates now.”
They’d left just enough soldiers in the outer palace to hold it, but not enough to withstand the oncoming stampede. Leroy had counted on their lack of horses and fighting men.
Heart beating in his throat, Alex mowed down someone in full armor who tried to stand in his way. Tyson hacked through someone behind him.
“Sire,” Simon called. “Archers!”
Alex whipped his head around, seeing the men climbing onto the surrounding rooftops, bows in hand.
