In all honesty, I had kissed Harrison rather publicly earlier just to annoy them. Sure it was petty but I didn't care. Being Nobility does have advantages.
However, as the Queen revealed the end of the war and loud noises started again. I spun my dulled blade quickly in frustration.
Personally, I would have preferred not to come but I really would do anything for Harrison. We might have lost three years but I didn't want to waste any more time.
Turning my head slightly, I looked at him to see he was equally frustrated by the sound and fools in the crowd. I subtly squeezed his hand to comfort him. Enjoying the warmth and rough feel of his hands. I didn't want this to end as I remembered our summer evenings together as friends when we would just talk and enjoy each others' company. Almost like we were the only two people in the world. Despite that being when Harrison was straight I still loved those times and I was determined to have those moments again. Regardless of religious haters and our autistic difficulties.
Then I turned my attention back to the crowd.
As I studied the fools in the crowd, I clocked people moving and walking towards the stage.
I looked at Alessandria. She was looking at the ceiling.
I knew something was wrong but even I knew social convention said I couldn’t shout without proof.
Narrowing my eyes, I focused on the crowd. My dulled blade slowed in my hands as I focused.
I let go of Harrison's warm hand and I carefully moved my hand down my leather cloak to my waist. And my covertly sheathed sword.
The crowd got louder as the Queen finished.
I tensed.
People were shouting.
Alessandria shouted and a shot was fired.
I looked at Harrison. He was fine.
Chaos unfolded as people flee and the guards formed a wall around the Queen.
My mind ran as the noises and screams became too much.
My dulled blade span rapidly.
I felt Harrison rub my leather cloaked shoulders.
Twenty voices screamed as one something about a triad.
My mind cleared as I remembered my duty. The Queen and Alessandria but most of all Harrison were in danger.
I saw twenty black cloaked figures advance.
The air stunk of sweat and fear.
I whipped out my long black longsword.
My sister ran off the stage.
Nemesio ran to the Queen.
Charging into the crowd, I joined Alessandria.
People ran and screamed.
I knocked them to the side.
The black cloaked figures whipped out two long black swords as one.