"You can't run. You can't hide!"
"This is the third time you have stolen the cookies in the kitchen, Alrossia!"
"Find her quick!"
Every day was a disaster in Lord Chisthalmagne's household. The maids and the palace sentries would always be on the lookout for the King's possession, Alrossia.
Now she is nowhere to be found.
Lord Chisthalmagne has set off a few weeks ago to the North where a war is brewing. Meanwhile, in those passing weeks our Alrossia, had been propagating plans to leave the palace.
"This is absurd, Miss Alrossia! Lord Chisthalmagne would surely punish us!"
"Have mercy on us Alrossia! Please come out already."
Alrossia stayed hidden behind a giant plant pot inside the garden. She will be making a run to the palace gates in the evening as the sentries slack off. She has already taken the cookies from the kitchen as her meal, and have retrieved her purse from the Captain when he slept.
She stayed hidden until the blue skies started to turn orange.
"It's almost time," she murmured to herself.
"I'm going to get out of here and never come back."
She held the purse tightly and slipped it underneath her clothes on her chest.
She glanced on her fingers and found the ring given to her by Lord Chisthalmagne. He had told her to keep the ring in her possession until he arrives. But she isn't going to stall time anymore. She was gonna leave no matter what.
Being under Lord Chisthalmagne's roof for five months had been hell to her. Ever since she was captured, she had not been able to leave the palace. She was the King's possession. He had bought the freedom of a lowly cave digger from an enemy nation for the price of this woman.
This woman, when left off in the open, can become the cause of a greater war.
If Alrossia was captured by the Prince of Elsinius, then Lord's Chisthalmagne's negotiation would have been ended in vain.
Even if the Lord Chisthalmagne was referred as heartless and unkind, he would never suffer a crack on his image by merely abandoning a man from his nation to the hands of his sworn enemy.
Up in the north, the young king closed his eyes as he slices a soldier with his sword. The blood splattered to the side of his cheek. He does not wipe it away. His cold, lifeless eyes laid sight on the hundred souls that were defeated on the battlefield. His battlefield.
"You seem troubled, My Lord."
The Captain arrives at the king's side, slashing a soldier with his lance.
Lord Chisthalmagne did not respond.
"None of these would have happened if Arnaldo didn't step out of the bounds. This war was his every fault."
The King remained silent, rode his stallion, and ignored the captain. The Captain was already used to Lord Chisthalmagne's cold responses. He was immune to it. Rather, he had been influenced by his demeanor as well.
He sighed and continued his accompaniment.
The soldiers of Chisthalmagne roared and screamed in victory as Lord Chisthalmagne pierced his sword into their Chieftain's chest. The last soldier on the battlefield fell down on his knees as the blood erupts from his mouth.
Lord Chisthalmagne pitifully looked at the enemy Chieftain.
"Give my best regards to Prince Enra, King Leonardi."
The victorious king withdrew the blade from his chest, creating a vicious paint of blood in the air.
Lord Chisthalmagne returns the blade into his sheath. "Do not bother. I will make sure he follows you soonly."
The Chieftain of the North Sentries fell to the ground as the pool of blood leaves his body.
The palace warriors screamed with their hearts and raised their spears to the air. The stench of gunpowder, dust, smoke and blood filled the air. Lord Chisthalmagne covered his nose with his robe.
The Captain faced the last surviving palace guards. He raised the flag of Chisthalmagne and declared:
"Return to the Capital and feast for your lives!"
The soldiers raged with joy.