"Take my hand!"
He shouted as riding the black stallion, dashed to the darkness of the midnight, while angry mobs were chasing behind us. My feet hurt and my gown already tore. The only thing left for me is to decide...
Should I let the mob catch me, and sentence me to the guillotine,
Or
Should I trust him?
My legs began to tremble, begging me to stop running, but if I stop, that spells doom for me. Without further thoughts, I quickly grabbed his hand, as he pulled me on top of the horse. As I landed safely, he began to hush the horse to move faster, far away from the mob. I gripped tightly to his cloth, as the wind brushed my exposed thigh, and the tears began to drop from my eyes.
When did it start to go wrong?
When will this end?
Am I in the wrong for this?
My trusted Rapier is neatly tucked on my waist, as my kingdom's crest was engraved on it. I held it tightly, with my injured palm. I ignored the pain, cause my rage is burning more than the sting inflicted.
"We will get back to them."
The man softly spoke to me. Though I did not need any comforting words from him, I appreciated the effort.
And he is right for that.
Someone will have to pay for all of this.
The whole association behind this will have to taste the pain they caused for the whole nation.
They will reap the sow they buried in red.
Every eye for an eye, every life with life.
They will be soaked in blood, and the colour of my gown will be seamed in red.
And I swear, every single of them, will be sentenced to death once I know who.
If only I knew about that ball...