Even though he could make anyone bend the knee, the king of all Spain was incapable to fight back against the Vatican nor order around the thing that torn apart his back.
The tables had turned so the entire kingdom would hate Anna forever. The slim lucidity the monster had was a concentrated flux of love that allowed her to spare the life of her husband.
At least as long as she wasn't any more angry than she was already.
Slash! An horizontal chop halved her hopes to survive. The liquid of her eye was staining the nearest wall and what looked like her former eyebrow was stuck a few centimeters above its initial place.
A new shriek pierced the sky. A second, a third, ten. A few pieces of moving meat hardly moved on the royal carpet. The three crusaders could ignore their pain unlike the monster. They held their swords upside down before chanting prayers in a language indecipherable by the ruler of the kingdom.
