This twisted intruder is very formidable.
"I have to say, I'm not supposed to be here sooner, but your queen's brothers aren't doing the job for me — useless imbeciles, always hesitant... you see my joy is seeing them fight with each other simple as that, doesn't that make you happy? It's fun you should try." she said as she kneeled towards Queen Vana and caressed her face.
Suddenly, she's talking a lot after being silent for a while just looking at him groaning at his wounds.
This lady in front of him is showing him a lot of things but as murky as it is when right away she tells him her motives.
Sir Philip doubts whatever she just said.
All along the two other knights, Sir Philip was waiting for have finally come. Ryvna and Von are by the door directly behind the princess without her being known.
"Tell that to a bark. Stop messing with Acairè." He said as he tries delaying time to get the Princess cuffed.
Ryvna took charge and slammed the princess to the ground with gentleness none considered. Seeing Sir Philip in such a bloody state, this woman is to not be taken lightly.
From the ground, Ryvna took the Princess' hands to her back to keep her immobile.
But she felt rather queer when she heard her laugh. Not even a gasp of surprise or a groan in pain after Ryvna did to the Princess.
Von pointed his sword to the Princess' neck to where she can see it, but as bizarre as it can be her laugh echoed even more in the four corners of this hall.
This lady is rather demented, Ryvna thought.
Despite this mad sight to comprehend, Ryvna did not falter and did not loosen her grip.
But her grip is useless to this demented princess as she gracefully flickered her fingers once with force.
Ryvna and Von threaten the life of what seems to be a fragile lady making the two knights fly all the way across the room smashing their backs from the ceramic vases and paintings on the wall.
Ryvna curled herself in pain when the broken ceramics pierced through her thigh and arms.
Von, in pain as well saw how Ryvna bit her lips and squeezed her eyes, he forces himself to get up.
"Ryvna!" he said and looks at her arms with pieces of the broken vase dug in.
"I'm fine." Ryvna managed to speak those words as a way to comfort herself as well. She wants to fight back but she can hardly get up.
The princess stood and dusted her skirt with her hands in vexation. She looked at her arms and hands looking for a scratch. She won't be liking it if she sees one.
"Don't we have a classier way to fight? Slamming me to the ground was rather ungraceful." She sternly said lifting her chin lightly. She definitely did not like feeling dust on her dress.
She diverted her gaze to Sir Philip and came closer to him.
"I don't like how you knights fight. So I'll save you some time and don't do anything at all. I'll give you the easier way to die — I guess." She said, back in her melodic tone looking at him intently.
Sir Philip, despite being wounded and in massive pain, is still on his feet not because he is giving this lady the pleasure to do whatever she wants, but to fight.
He has been keeping it in, the indignation and the grief for the kingdom.
He swore to protect the Queen who will fight for the kingdom. Seeing the Queen not moving a muscle on the ground he failed to protect, how can this kingdom ever be saved?
This is definitely a fight to the death. All that Sir Philip could think of is how he is thirsty for her blood.
With so much anger he held, he said,
"You will not be leaving this room alive." In raging eyes along with his foolishness, he maneuvered his sword raising his hand and slashing it directly to the Princess.
Before it could even reach a single strand of her hair, his sword stopped.
Like a magnet, his sword doesn't seem to reach her.
He let out a grasp of breath and in a low guttural growl, he held his sword in both hands to force his sword towards the Princess.
The Princess sighed as she glared at him with frustration.
"You just don't listen. Don't you get it? It's useless to fight." she said so almost like she's on his side.
She drew her dagger that was belted on her waist.
As she drew it the dagger grew in size and became a heavy double-pointed sword with an ornate handle but it would look as if it was light as a feather when she sways it high and low.
Looking at the faces of the knights, she smirked.
"Don't worry I'll have better ways to use this than to you." she said and left with elegance.
Sir Philip still fixed in his stance, saw the Princess turning her back to him and like streaks of lightning on her hands, she extended her arms and strikes the long curtains on both her side.
Just like that, the throne room quickly filled itself with fire.