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Chapter 8
The room went into almost tangible shock and realization.
An entire army had come…
For her.
[Name]’s breathing stiffened, and it seemed like her world had stopped. These people were attacking her Kingdom because of her, and she had no idea what she’d done. Of all people, why were they here for her? This was completely uncalled for, but she couldn’t just stand here. If she didn’t hand herself over, innocent people would die. Her Kingdom might be destroyed if she didn’t do something. She made the slightest move to edge herself forward, before she felt the five Scandinavian men subtly move in front of her, blocking her from view of the mountain men. Her mouth gapped. Why weren’t they allowing her to go forward? Did they not understand that her entire people were at stake? They should not be keeping her back, even if it was to protect her well-being! Glancing about the room, she could see the villagers and other foreigners looking defiantly at the attackers with hard expressions. Were they not going to sell her out either? These people she had only just met? She couldn’t allow them to just throw their lives away! Looking at her father, who looked slightly startled, but still had the same determined look as his people, held the gaze of the soldier who had spoken.
Hold the thought, he wasn’t just an ordinary soldier.
Now that she had had a chance to get a good look at him, he did not look like the warriors behind him. Almost as soon as he’d stepped out, people’s faces had whitened to pale death, and they stared at him with terrified eyes. His armor was a lot more elaborate than his army’s , and despite being in direct light, a huge shadow seemed to loom over him. No, he was the one shrouding himself in shadow. He secreted darkness, everything about him obscured and malicious. His presence in itself seemed wrong. He held at his side a crazy looking spear-like staff, the end finishing in a long, gruesome scythe. It too, oozed shadow and darkness. This guy was definitely not normal.
“We won’t be giving her to you. I’ve kept her safe for eighteen years, and I don’t plan on losing her any time soon,” her father said coldly, eyes glaring at the soldier as the air grew increasingly more heated. Kept her safe? From what? From whom? Was it these people she had been hiding from?
“I’ll give you a final chance. If anyone in this room is not foolish and will hand over your precious [Name], no one will have to die and we’ll leave in peace,” the soldier called out.
More silence. Not a single person looked in her direction, every person set on keeping their Princess safe. Were they really going to do this? [Name] could scarcely believe this was happening. These strange men who had seemingly launched attack on their Kingdom, were here because of her, and the people, who had not known her for more than a few hours, were not going to let them take her. She could see the soldier reach for his sword.
“So be it. Looks like we’ll have to deal with this the hard way,” the man growled before gripping his weapon’s hilt and thrusting it into the air.
“ATTACK!”
And that was when all hell broke loose.
The mountain army screeched their battle cries and poured over the stairs and railings, jumping over the ledges and landing onto the smooth tile floor, weapons of every shape and size being pulled out. [Name]’s eyes widened in fear as her eyes landed on swords, axes, maces, bows, guns… how were her people supposed to defend themselves! Azaleá already had a small military to begin with! The few guards that were in the room had brought all of the reinforcements possible. The soldier who had spoken, who seemed to be the leader, still stood at the top of the staircase, surveying his own work.
[Name] felt a sharp tug of her wrist and yanked her eyes away from the horrible event that was happening. Tino had grabbed hold of her wrist and started to pull her away from the drinking area, towards one of the doors in the ballroom, shortly followed by the four other Nordics. She watched with wide eyes as a villager from across the room was confronted by one of the dark soldiers. The warrior lunged forward and grabbed the poor, shaking man by his shirt collar, lifting him high into the air. Though she was kind of far away, she could still hear the soldier’s hissed words.
“Where is the Princess?” he growled. The villager, though tremoring wildly with fear, met the soldier’s gaze with hard determination.
“I-I can’t tell you,” the man replied. The soldier quirked an eyebrow and raised his weapon.
“Wrong answer,” he said before bringing back the spear and thrusting it forward. The Princess stifled a scream, gasping in shock as the weapon was gored through the villager’s chest. Her jaw shook as the man was released and fell to the ground like a heap of rocks, never to stand again. Her fists clenched as she took a quick glance around the room to see similar scenes occurring over and over: helpless people refusing to share her whereabouts and being killed without a second thought. It was horrifying. She began to rush forward to do something, but she once again felt the harsh tug of her arm.
“[Name]… come on!” Tino’s soft, worried voice sounded. The Princess whipped her head around to face him, mortified at what was going on around her.
“Let go of me, Tino! I have to help! Let go,” she demanded, sharply yanking herself in the opposite direction. The Finnish man’s grip held firm.
“No. I’m sorry, but we need to get out of here!” he pleaded, resuming in pulling her, the others falling into place around them. For a small man, Tino dragged her along with surprising strength. She let in a sharp breath as the yelps from another villager sounded from nearby, much closer this time. She turned her head towards the sound, her breath stopping when she realized the victim was not a villager, but Toris, being backed against the wall as he had fallen to the floor, the soldier attacking him reaching his weapon in preparation to kill the palace messenger.
“I’ll ask you one more time… where is the damn girl?” the warrior growled, to which Toris shook his head madly, not saying a thing but shooting him as best of a glare as he could. The assassin snickered under his breath before bringing his sword back and…
“STOP!”
[Name] ripped her arm as hard as she could from Tino’s grip, running as fast as her heeled feet could take her and skidding to a stop in front of Toris, huffing as she stood in front of him, arms spread wide as she returned the soldier’s confused glare with her own rebellious one, her [eye color] orbs flaring with anger.
“If you want to kill him, you’ll have to kill me first,” she snarled, taking on a voice that seemed so different from her regular one. The warrior at first seemed startled that this puny girl was sticking up for a mere castle servant, but then, realization dawned in his eyes as it came to his understanding who this girl was.
“My, my… if it isn’t the Princess. Isn’t it a pleasure to meet her lovely highness at last? It’s a shame I’ll have to kill you,” he scoffed before taking his sword and swinging it towards her. Her heart froze as she forced herself to keep her eyes open for her own sake, waiting for the excruciating pain as death would become her…
But it never came.
Instead, she was startled to hear a loud thunk as a heavy axe embedded itself in the man’s back before he slumped to the ground, blood gushing from the fatal wound in his back. Matthias stood, hands gripping the axe handle as he wrenched it from the soldier, cerulean eyes glistening as he spun the axe in his hand, watching with satisfaction as the soldier’s life drained from his eyes.
“You, [Name], are lucky that you have the handsome konge to save you,” he stated with a smirk as she stepped forward. Behind her, Toris stood up shakily, brushing off his uniform before squeezing her shoulder.
“[N-Name], thank you for standing up for me, I—’’
He was cut off short when his eyes widened at something in front of them. Both the Princess and Matthias turned as several soldiers made their way towards them. It seemed that the deceased man’s words of having spotted her had spread. Now, there were five of the dark men coming towards them. Matthias prepared to swing his axe before with a blur, four other men, the other Nordics, stood at his side as well. Lukas had both his swords drawn, and met one of the opposing men’s weapons with a sharp clang, using his other sword to stab the man in the stomach before turning sharply to face two of the other men, swinging both swords and catching each man in the chest as they thumped to the ground to join their fallen ally. The two remaining men that had not been taken care of were disposed just as quickly by Lukas with a smooth slash of his weapons. Within seconds, all five of their attackers laid dead by the single hand of the Norwegian man.
He might be a bit of an ass, but he could certainly handle himself.
From next to her, Matthias shook his head with a soft smile.
“Now who’s the show-off, Bondevik? I see that you’ve been practicing.”
“Oh, shut up, you stupid Dane, and start swinging that axe,” Lukas replied blandly with a roll of the eyes. He glanced at the Princess.
“And you, dum dame. That was a dangerous stunt you just pulled. If it wasn’t for Matthias you would be dead,” he pointed out, to which she nodded sullenly.
“You don’t have to remind me, Lukas. And I can handle myself just fine, thank you,” she retorted, placing her hands on her hips.
“Have you ever even touched a sword, Princess?” he asked, practically seething with annoyance at her, despite his voice sounding as empty as ever. What had she done to get him so pissed?
“As a matter of fact—’’ she stopped when Emil cut in, raising a hand for the two of them to be quiet for him to speak.
“[Name], big brother, save your bickering for later, will you? We’re kind of in the middle of something!” he scolded them, waving his spear about wildly. The [hair color] girl shot the Norwegian one more we’ll-finish-this-later look before the dull-eyed man turned to Emil with a smug face.
“You called me big brother…”
“Now is not the time, Lukas!” he exclaimed, his face flushing deeply before turning away with a pout.
“Emil, you called him big brother, can’t you call me big brother?” Matthias whined.
“Oh, me too, me too!” Tino chirped.
“Guys, did you not hear me?” Emil groaned, face-palming his forehead in exasperation.
“If my ears did not deceive me, I heard you call me big brother.”
“G’ys… [Name] h’s g’tt’n aw’y [Guys, {Name} has gotten away],” came the deep voice of Berwald, who gestured to the empty spot where the Princess had been standing. She ran in the midst of their arguing and was now halfway across the room as she stumbled, both on her heels and over the bodies that had begun to litter the floor, both Azaleán guards and villagers, and the shadowy soldiers. She felt queasy at the amount of blood that ran across the glossy marble, but she kept going. She had to stop this! And the Nordics were certainly not going to help her with that. She had to find her father… her mother…
Scanning the room wildly for her parents, her gaze quickly landed on the King dueling two of the soldiers. His sword swung and caught one on the side, on his armor. With the slight disarmament, [father’s name] stabbed the soldier and swiftly dispatched of the other one. Now that she saw that her father was no longer engaged in battle, [Name] scurried towards her father.
“Dad!” she shouted as she met him, putting a hand on his shoulder as he drew tired breaths, eyes hard with the effort.
“[Name], what are you doing here? You need to leave! You’re in danger!” he protested, to which the Princess shook her head.
“I want to help! If it is me they want, father, then why won’t you do that? People are dying!” she argued, not wanting to back down. The King met her gaze with an equally stubborn one.
“No, I won’t let my only daughter throw her life away after eighteen years…”
“Eighteen years of what? Why are these people dying for me? What about me is so different?”
Her father looked away, not saying anything. He seemed like he was trying to find the right words to say. But as he was about to open his mouth, a heavy set of footsteps sounded in front of them. She raised her head and came eye to eye with the intimidating, shadowy soldier from earlier, standing several feet away from them. Her father looked up, quickly brandishing his weapon again.
“You,” he growled, “The Dark Knight.”
His sword point was level with the man’s chest, a hairline away from the ‘Dark Knight’s’ armor. He had that nasty scepter-like scythe in his grip, a jewel at the base giving off dark shadows. Ignoring the King’s words, he instead looked at the Princess.
“So this is [Name]. You know, if your father had just given you to me, none of this would have had to happen. You’ve brought this upon yourself, Princess,” he said. His voice was deep and scratchy, his speaking harsh and cold-mannered.
“She has brought upon herself nothing!” her father hissed, his sword point moving closer to the Dark Knight’s chest. Though his face was hidden behind a helmeted visor, she could almost see him grinning.
“Your death, King [Father’s name], will be because of her. Your foolish attempts have done nothing. And now, I shall kill you.”
With that, the shadowed man swung his staff.
He had slashed it so quickly and with so much force that her father had barely been able to duck the attack. She watched with wide eyes as he swung his sword, only for it to pass through their opponent’s body. The Knight cackled as it would have sliced clean through his body, but left him unharmed as it seemed like his body turned to shadow and back again. An eerie aura befell the King and [Name].
“That’s impossible,” the King muttered, stunned that his sword had passed through his body without even a scratch. Again, he moved to swing his sword, but the Dark Knight took his staffed scythe and angled at her father, the orb glowing as a dark beam of light shot out from the tip, refracting against his armor but hitting with enough force to send him sprawling to the ground.
She moved to help him up, but was pulled back by someone. Turning, her eyes met the emerald ones of Arthur. He looked at her with a stern gaze, the sword at his side drawn. There were two others behind him that she recognized to be Alfred and Francis.
“Arthur, what are you doing? Release me!” she demanded, tugging at her wrist. But the Brit only enveloped her more, sheathing his sword and keeping her from moving by hooking his entire arm around her side and holding her next to him. The position would have made her blush if the circumstances were not so dire.
“Father!” she shouted as she trained her eyes on the form that was slowly getting up from the ground. The Dark Knight aimed his staff at him again. This time, the darkness that came from the weapon cracked the King’s armor, leaving burn-like marks on the metal. She twisted in Arthur’s grasp, trying to escape his hold and go to the aid of her dad. The only result was the Englishman gripping her tighter. She could only watch in horror as the cavalier neared her father, the pointed scythe end of the staff pointed towards the King.
“Say goodbye to your precious King, Princess,” he said coldly as he brought the weapon back and with all his strength, drove it forward.
“FATHER!” she shouted, tears welling in her eyes, her entire body struggling against Arthur’s hold as she shot out a hand in a lame attempt to reach out to him.
With a grunt, the weapon gouged straight into his stomach.
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