As soon as the mercenaries saw the Arcadia flag, they instantly dropped their weapons and kneeled. They knew at that moment, that this battle was over. Sierra Verona did not fall. We lost some great men during the battle and I promised that we would hold a warriors burial for all of them.
I walk through the castle with a bruised and beaten Ashton by my side, seeing the wounded being treated in the hallways and the attendants doing what they can to help.
"Your Grace," I hear from beside me, turning around to see Sir Jace sitting, holding a wound on his side, his face is swollen and bloody. "It is good to see you alive."
"Sir Jace," I offer a small bow. "I am glad to see you alive as well. Where is Sir Ezra?"
Jace looks down at the floor. "He saved my life," he whispe
