"Your Majesty, the army has arrived from Navarros, also your horse is prepared," Carl informed Wolf.
With the location of Anastasia's whereabouts, Wolf was on a mission to rescue her at all costs.
More than half of the servants and staff have been killed in his fit of rage.
His thirst for blood and revenge was beyond anything, anyone could stop.
The news of Anastasia's upbringing and kidnapping was all the fuel he needed to send heads flying.
The Royal family sat in their dungeon awaiting hell to come.
The day news of Anastasia's kidnapping hit his ears, Wolf sent a knight back to Navarros.
He sent for his army, and they now stand on the Holy Kingdom's soil with their general. This general stands in for Wolf when he's off the battlefield he has also fought alongside him.
General Dwight Grant, was a poor orphan that Wolf picked up off the streets of Navarros.
At that time Wolf was thirteen years old when he snuck out of the palace to roam the streets.
During his trip to the nearby village, Wolf stumbled upon Dwight who was fighting with grown men.
Apparently, they suspected him of stealing their bread but Dwight denied the accusations.
Wolf stared at the skinny kid who could not have been more than eleven years old.
Wolf admired how Dwight stood up to adults for his rights. All with a bloody lip and nose Dwight refused to back down.
Before the two men could assault the poor kid anymore Wolf sprung into action.
Not wanting to blow his cover as the Crown Prince he dressed as a villager. He also covered his face with a cloak.
Running in between the two men he grabbed onto Dwight's wrist and dragged him away.
They both ran until they were out of sight and out and breath.
Since that day, Dwight devoted himself to Wolf gaining him as an ally and loyal friend.
"Greetings, Your Majesty!" The army greeted Wolf causing a slight tremble in the ground.
Thousands of knights surrounded the palace and they all were under one man's command.
"We are setting out to find your Queen, she has been missing for one day's time. We will not stop or rest until she is returned,"
"YES, YOUR MAJESTY," they responded.
"Let's go!" He said kicking his horse on the back and galloping down the road.
Wolf and his army charged through villages but did not harm any civilians.
He knew that Anastasia would not agree with hurting innocent people. Unlike the scum at the palace, they were far from innocent.
The more they traveled the more he became anxious of her well-being.
Remembering the intel from the maid, Anastasia was about a day's ride away. By now she could be further away that fact irked him more and more.
He would make sure to get there before the next day. Even if he had to push his horse and men to their limits.
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"Your Majesty, it is nightfall and we have arrived to the village the Queen was taken to," General Grant informed him.
"Search every crevice of this village for the Queen. Capture anyone involved alive and bring them before me," he said giving out orders.
Wolf dismounted his horse and pulled his sword from his side. He checked every house and shed he came across.
The village was very much depleted with a handful of people living there.
It should not be hard to find one person in such a shabby rundown place.
That's when he spotted it. Deep in a wooden area of the village was a small cabin.
Without warning Wolf dashed to the cabin alerting the General and the knights.
"Your Majesty!" They hurried behind him.
Wolf felt as if he was racing for the time he wanted to see her, touch her, and hear her sweet voice.
The faster he ran the further the cottage seemed to get. Picking up his speed more and burst through the doors of the cabin.
The sight before him shook him to the core making it almost impossible to breathe.
Never in his life has he experienced this type of fear and anxiousness before.
Before his own eyes, his greatest fear was unfolding.
The love of his life, tied up with a bloody and bruised body.
Her hair and clothes are disheveled as if unspeakable acts occurred in the cabin.
Anastasia was barely conscious as her eyes flickered between open and shut.
The two men in the cabin immediately stood up brandishing their swords. With one look the men could tell they are outnumbered.
One of them tried to run to Anastasia thinking they could use her as leverage to get away.
Wolf's state of mind was unhinged but all of his senses were intact.
He threw two daggers at the kidnapper's legs and crippled him instantly.
Looking at the odds, the partner wanted to flee instead of fight. Yet he would not get one step further before General Grant cut him down.
Their injuries are painful but not deadly, a quick death is not what they deserve or what Wolf wants.
With fluttering and tearful eyes Anastasia tries to focus on what's happening in front of her.
Taking his cloak off, Wolf wrapped it around Anastasia's trembling body.
He lifted her with ease but she whimpered at the slightest movement.
"I'm late," he said to her in a low voice only she could hear.
Anastasia wanted to respond but her voice was gone. Probably from crying or screaming from the beatings.
Her head was muffled but she knew she had been rescued by none other than her husband.
A faint smile crossed her face as she felt the warmth of his body.
"How can you smile in this situation," Wolf was beyond angry that his blood boiled.
Yet seeing her little smile melted his heart alleviating a tiny amount of anxiety in his heart.
"Hurry to the palace and make sure a physician is present the moment we arrive!" He ordered.
A carriage was prepared for their return to the Holy Kingdom. It was prepared in case Anastasia was unfit to ride a horse, which unfortunately she is.
Wolf wants nothing more than to go back home to Navarros. Nonetheless, he had unfinished business with the Royal family.
Within the carriage, Wolf held onto Anastasia as if life depended on it.
He brushed her hair and patted her tear-stained cheeks.
"They will pay for laying a finger on you,"
Anastasia could hear his voice clearly, it only frustrated her more that she was unable to speak.
Her body felt as if it had been hit by a train and her throat was dry and brittle.
She mustered up the strength and placed her hand on his face.
She slightly caressed his face as if she was the one soothing him.
Anastasia is fully aware of the love they both have for one another. She is afraid that Wolf will blame himself.
Her worries are not invalid in fact, they are rational and legit.
Wolf is blaming himself more than he has ever before. The first incident was the poisoning back in Navarros, and now this.
He could feel her sincerity but unfortunately, his mind was too focused on her beaten state.
He needed to seek out all who were involved in his wife's kidnapping. He would not rest until they were six feet under.
Their carriage went faster than Wolf and his army did when trying to reach the village.
Wolf expected them to reach the palace the same night without exception.
Anastasia's health was now priority number one now that she has been found.
Feeling the carriage come to a stop Wolf held Anastasia in his arms and exited the carriage.
He did not wait for the coachmen or Carl to open the carriage door like etiquette dictates.
He rushed into the palace with Anastasia in his arms.
Carl, General Grant, and several knights of his army followed behind.
They could not help but step over the bodies that filled the hallway.
The physician that was dragged into the palace to look after Anastasia held his nose.
The stench of blood overflowed the old physician and his heart nearly gave out due to fear.
At that time he regretted studying medicine.
"Y-Your Majesty, I am here to see to the Queen," he stumbled inside the room Anastasia lay.
"Come," Wolf spoke coldly.
Taking a piece of cloth out the physician placed it over Anastasia's wrist.
He needed to take her pulse but he could not touch her indiscriminately.
Before placing two fingers over her wrist he took a glance at Wolf for permission to continue.
With a nod Wolf gave consent.
Taking her pulse he could tell that Anastasia was slightly dehydrated and sleep deprived.
These were normal considering the conditions she has been in for the past two days.
He prescribed an ointment for her scars and cuts saying that they will heal with time.
It was hard for Wolf to believe the physician's words.
In his eyes, Anastasia is a frail and kind girl who can't withstand pain. Seeing her like this he felt as if she was under severe stress.
"That's it?" He asked the physician.
"Y-Yes Your Majesty, she needs to eat and rest," he said.
Wolf waved him off along with everyone else in the room.
Only he and Anastasia were left alone in the room.
He washed her body with a cloth and applied the medicine to her skin.
He wished to spend the night with her but he could not sit still with all the things on his mind.
Kissing her goodnight, Wolf stepped out of the room and closed the door gently behind him.
"Drag the imperial family out of the dungeon and place them in front of me," he ordered General Grant.
"Yes, Your Majesty," he said.
Wolf sat on the throne with his legs crossed and his sword in front of him.
"Shall I end it fast or slow?"
He asked the imperial family who trembled at his feet.