There wasn't any hesitation in Arthur's mind as he burst through those doors. He didn't know what was waiting for him on the other side, but if his people were hurt, he knew every last second would count towards saving their lives.
As the two entered the room, they could see blood marks and been splattered everywhere, and his closest advisors, friends he had known and fought with throughout the years, were lying on the floor covered in blood.
Immediately, Arthur went to the one closest to see how he was doing. Thankfully, groans could be heard coming from them.
"They're alive," Arthur said, and it wasn't just him. The room was filled with around twenty or so of Arthur's men. These often stayed in the castle and would work around the city. They had been with him for the longest amount of time.
One by one, he checked on these people. They had severe wounds on them, but they weren't dead, at least not yet.
