Charles saw a horse racing towards him in the distance. His eyes narrowed, but seeing the Kingdom's flag on it caused him to slow down. "Who are you?" he shouted at the lone rider wearing black armour. Alfred weakly turned his head, wincing a little.
"Chris? " His voice was weak. He signalled for Charles to help him down. Worry spread on Chris's face. Seeing Alfred's wound, he ran over to check it.
"What happened?" He glared at Charles, who stared back at him, not budging an itch.
"calm down, Chris. We won." He reached into the bag on the horse's side, pulling Micheal's head out. He grabbed his shoulder once again in pain without breaking eye contact. "Listen. Take it to the front and end the war, Chris. Charles and I will catch up, but I need this sorted, and he's the only one who can take care of it right now."
"Bu-" His words got shot down with a glare, forcing him to bite his lip. "Understood." He took the head out of Alfred's hand before mounting his horse. With a final look back, he charged back to the battle. The two remaining gave each other a look, giving one another a nod. Charles rummaged in his bag, grabbing a bottle of black powder and bandage. Going into another bag, he took a bundle of sticks out and quickly made a fire with them.
Laying Alfred on the ground, Charles poured the bottle of powder into Alfred's wound, causing him to flinch. He put his knife into the fire, heating it. He put a rag into Alfred's mouth.
"Ready?" Charles asked in a stern voice, getting a nod in reply. He stuck the knife over the wound as the smell of burning flesh began to feel the air.
"MMMMM." Alfred groaned in pain as his limbs kicked up into the air. Charles quickly held his legs and arms in place as he pushed the knife harder into the wound, cauterizing the wound.
Chris rode with all his might. His horse was panting in extreme exhaustion, but he did not let up. The camp came into view in the distance. He pushed the horse one last time, forcing it to run faster. His heart stung a little, knowing it had been his loyal companion for so many years, but he couldn't disregard Alfred's orders, especially those crucial to the war. The guards saw his horse coming from the distance and got ready to intercept, but waving the Kingdom's flag caused them to stand down as he rode straight through the camp, jumping off his horse, which collapsed in exhaustion.
"I'm sorry. Rest Now." He gently tapped its head and whispered before running off to William and Raven. Pushing soldiers away, he ran through the camp, his wound re-opening, blooding his armour. "Duke, Marquise. I have returned." His shout turned the heads of everyone in the tent, staring at the kneeling man in black with a bag in hand. Chris threw the bag towards them, not getting up.
Micheal's head rolled out of the bag, causing smiles to appear on everyone's faces. Raven, however, quickly lost it, turning back to Chris. "Where is he?" His voice was full of worry.
"Getting emergency treatment for a shoulder wound. His orders, however, were to end the war." Chris stood back up. "Duke, you here have supreme command without His Highness present."
William nodded, bending over and picking up Micheal's head. "Prepare my horse."
"Your Majesty. Movement from the Kingdoms camp." A Commonwealth soldier knelt in front of Snowid. "They hold a white flag and banner of Sol."
Snowid slumped in his chair, grabbing his head. Rage seeped out of his body as his free hand grabbed his chair, cracking it. "That shitty bastard. Fucking worthless." He stood up, glaring at Konrad by his side. "Get the priest." He walked out of his tent towards the front, seeing William riding towards him, full of arrogance and a frail priest at his side. Snowid walked unarmed towards them as the two sides watched on with intrigue. "What is it, Duke?" Despite already understanding the situation, Snowid walked forward calmly, his pride fully displayed, the rage he had just shown having vanished.
William sneered and reached into his bag at the side. He took Micheal's head by the hair and threw it at Snowid's feet, causing veins to bulge on his head. "Reparations." His smile was smug, and his eyes were full of greed, looking at Snowid like a pile of gold.
Snowid looked down at Micheal's head. In anger, he brought his foot down onto it, crushing the head and bloodying his foot. The priest's face went green as he silently prayed to calm himself. "I don't see the kid anywhere. Don't tell me he died."
"Your concern is appreciated, but he felt it was not worth meeting you. He didn't wish to sully his noble eyes." Sparks erupted between the two as the air warped again, threatening a fight. The tension in the air spread to the two opposing forces, who gripped their weapons, waiting for the order.
"Hahaha." Snowid erupted into laughter, which caused William to do the same. The previous tension evaporated as the two laughed like good friends, confusing everyone. Behind Snowid, Konrad arrived with a fat priest holding papers. "You're a funny bastard, William." Snowid snatched the papers from the priest and quickly stamped his seal on them, followed by the fat priest. He threw them over as the frail man quickly followed. "I'll send you 100 gold within the next month. Under the light of Sol, I shall not break this promise." Snowid quickly turned around, unwilling to engage any more.
"May his holy light bless you." William gave a quick religious bow towards Snowid before riding back up the hill. He didn't bother negotiating for more money with Snowid, not wanting to cause unnecessary fights between the two nations anymore. Despite Snowid being his enemy, William still respected him to a high degree as a warrior.