telling me?”
Brian sighed and revealed the
devastating truth to his friend, “With the help of Clan MacCathail,
your brother Romulus has expanded his kingdom of Rome and is now
attacking Etruria. They have already burned the lower lands on
their march here. The time has come where your countries will be
united under one ruler: the victor of this battle.”
Heartbroken, Remus collapsed into his
throne with his elbows on his knees and head in his hands. “My own
twin would destroy the peace between our lands?”
“It is Rome,” replied Cailean with
disdain.
“Romulus is Rome,” corrected
Brian. He raised an eyebrow at Cailean, silently warning him to
watch his tone regarding Remus’ brother.
Cailean rolled his eyes and exhaled
forcefully. However, he remained quiet at Brian’s subtle
warning.
The throne room doors flew open once
more, but this time Queen Alina walked steely to her husband’s
side. Alina’s strawberry-blonde hair framed her snow-white face.
She had changed out of her emerald dress and into a silver tunic
that she tucked into black pants. A Kelly green skirt stemmed from
her waist and covered the back of her pants. Knee-high, black
leather boots with three silver buckles sheathing a dagger
completed the outfit for the warrior queen.
Alina exemplified the pure and perfect
shape of a woman as if she had been dipped into the River Styx. An
ornate sword hung from her hips that she brought with her from
Cymru. Emeralds and diamonds adorned its delicate filigree
design.
Remus was the antithesis of this
beautiful goddess. He appeared young and handsome, seemingly in his
late thirties. However, his salt and pepper hair hinted at his true
age. His eyes were brown with a golden hue that glowed at night. He
had visible battle scars on his limbs with hidden scars on his back
and chest.
Forgetting all formalities, Alina
threw her arms around Remus’ neck and whispered in his ear, “Remus,
please. We need to arm ourselves and prepare the army. I’ve seen
Romulus enter the castle grounds.”
Brian overheard the queen’s plea. “She
is right, Remus. The prophecies have been presented.”
Remus looked at his beautiful wife and
nodded. “Take the queen!” Remus ordered, pained by his own words
but desperate to protect her. Guards marched up to seize her. “I
will see you again.” Remus said to Alina as he walked across the
throne room with Brian.
Alina fought every guard that came
near. She moved with such grace as if dancing a waltz with her
opponents.
“Remus, please! Don’t do this! We are
stronger together. Romulus will not stand a chance against us all,
but we must stay together! You need my power,” she pleaded to her
husband as she knocked out several guards with her elbows, fist,
and sword hilt.
Alina froze in her attack when pain
seared through her abdomen.
The queen fell to floor after a cool, smooth object slid
out from her stomach. She heard her husband shout her name in a
mixture of fury and panic as he sprinted towards her.
Alina looked down at her stomach as
she pressed her palm against the inch long slit in her abdomen.
Gazing up at her attacker, she breathed, “I guess we know who
betrayed us.”
The treasonous guard smirked and bent
down to whisper in the queen’s ear, “Your daughter’s fate is now
locked in history. She will not survive her destiny.”
As the guard raised his sword to slay
the wounded queen, a warrior Alina knew well stepped in front of
her and deflected the attack.
“Lysandros,” Alina coughed with a
slight smile.
Alina always admired Lysandros, and
watching him protect her increased her admiration. Lysandros
stretched to 5’10” with long black hair that he kept tied back with
a leather strap. His deep brown eyes always made Alina feel safe.
Even in a ferocious state of war, his eyes were kind for the queen,
bringing her peace.
In one foul swoop of Lysandros’
broadsword, the treasonous guard’s sword soared across the room and
Lysandros
Brian sighed and revealed the
devastating truth to his friend, “With the help of Clan MacCathail,
your brother Romulus has expanded his kingdom of Rome and is now
attacking Etruria. They have already burned the lower lands on
their march here. The time has come where your countries will be
united under one ruler: the victor of this battle.”
Heartbroken, Remus collapsed into his
throne with his elbows on his knees and head in his hands. “My own
twin would destroy the peace between our lands?”
“It is Rome,” replied Cailean with
disdain.
“Romulus is Rome,” corrected
Brian. He raised an eyebrow at Cailean, silently warning him to
watch his tone regarding Remus’ brother.
Cailean rolled his eyes and exhaled
forcefully. However, he remained quiet at Brian’s subtle
warning.
The throne room doors flew open once
more, but this time Queen Alina walked steely to her husband’s
side. Alina’s strawberry-blonde hair framed her snow-white face.
She had changed out of her emerald dress and into a silver tunic
that she tucked into black pants. A Kelly green skirt stemmed from
her waist and covered the back of her pants. Knee-high, black
leather boots with three silver buckles sheathing a dagger
completed the outfit for the warrior queen.
Alina exemplified the pure and perfect
shape of a woman as if she had been dipped into the River Styx. An
ornate sword hung from her hips that she brought with her from
Cymru. Emeralds and diamonds adorned its delicate filigree
design.
Remus was the antithesis of this
beautiful goddess. He appeared young and handsome, seemingly in his
late thirties. However, his salt and pepper hair hinted at his true
age. His eyes were brown with a golden hue that glowed at night. He
had visible battle scars on his limbs with hidden scars on his back
and chest.
Forgetting all formalities, Alina
threw her arms around Remus’ neck and whispered in his ear, “Remus,
please. We need to arm ourselves and prepare the army. I’ve seen
Romulus enter the castle grounds.”
Brian overheard the queen’s plea. “She
is right, Remus. The prophecies have been presented.”
Remus looked at his beautiful wife and
nodded. “Take the queen!” Remus ordered, pained by his own words
but desperate to protect her. Guards marched up to seize her. “I
will see you again.” Remus said to Alina as he walked across the
throne room with Brian.
Alina fought every guard that came
near. She moved with such grace as if dancing a waltz with her
opponents.
“Remus, please! Don’t do this! We are
stronger together. Romulus will not stand a chance against us all,
but we must stay together! You need my power,” she pleaded to her
husband as she knocked out several guards with her elbows, fist,
and sword hilt.
Alina froze in her attack when pain
seared through her abdomen.
The queen fell to floor after a cool, smooth object slid
out from her stomach. She heard her husband shout her name in a
mixture of fury and panic as he sprinted towards her.
Alina looked down at her stomach as
she pressed her palm against the inch long slit in her abdomen.
Gazing up at her attacker, she breathed, “I guess we know who
betrayed us.”
The treasonous guard smirked and bent
down to whisper in the queen’s ear, “Your daughter’s fate is now
locked in history. She will not survive her destiny.”
As the guard raised his sword to slay
the wounded queen, a warrior Alina knew well stepped in front of
her and deflected the attack.
“Lysandros,” Alina coughed with a
slight smile.
Alina always admired Lysandros, and
watching him protect her increased her admiration. Lysandros
stretched to 5’10” with long black hair that he kept tied back with
a leather strap. His deep brown eyes always made Alina feel safe.
Even in a ferocious state of war, his eyes were kind for the queen,
bringing her peace.
In one foul swoop of Lysandros’
broadsword, the treasonous guard’s sword soared across the room and
Lysandros
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