We didn’t hesitate.
We all lunged forward.
Letting our swords rip into the flesh of our attackers.
Within moments, the attackers were dead, and the chamber was painted in the blood and flesh of our enemies.
Looking at Alessandria and Hellen, we all smiled. It was great fighting with them, and I have to confess fighting is one of the few times I feel emotion.
Then I looked at the other time I feel emotion, Harrison gave me a half-heartened smile. I couldn’t blame him. He probably had no idea what he just witnessed.
Yet I have more pressing concerns as I walked over to Alessandria who was inspecting the dead.
“We were lucky today,” Alessandria stated plainly.
I was about to speak when a large muscular man stormed over in heavy smelly armour and demanded in a rough voice: “Your Majesty speak to me!”
Alessandria and I both looked at each other. Our day got even more interesting.
CHAPTER 5
Alessandria looked away from the corpse as she turned her attention to the large muscular man who walked towards the stage and the Queen.
She frowned as she focused on the man's black heavy armour and all his shiny medals of various acts of bravery and impressive kills. Probably meaning other people did the acts but he took the credit. From her military days, Alessandria knew how these higher ups worked.
Nevertheless, Alessandria knew exactly who the man was as his heavy footsteps chipped the stone floor and echoed off the immense stone walls. Even the sun through the stained glass windows seemed to dim as the man came closer.
Of all the men to storm in here after an attack, Alessandria really didn't want the Head of the Military here. Despite him sending plenty of business in her family's direction, he wasn't exactly pleasant. And that was before she remembered his attitude towards people who never served or had left Military service.
The man's rough features scanned the room. Looking at the bodies. Alessandria guessed he thought he was in a war zone. Perhaps she would have preferred that as she smelt his disgusting whiskey that filled the chamber. Even her expensive fruity perfume couldn't compete with that horrific smell. A foul taste of cheap alcohol filled her mouth.
Then she remembered the rumours of his tendencies to get stone drunk every night. Casting her memories back to her mother, Alessandria understood why Kinaaz had gone to rehab in the countryside. Herself and Daniel supported her of course since this took courage. But they didn't think she needed it with being a highly functioning alcoholic.
However, seeing this Head of the Military, she appreciated and loved her mother a bit more. Knowing she wanted to improve her life before she got to this state.
Walking over to the stage, Alessandria saw the guards step away with their immense red shields. Allowing the Queen in her still sterile white dress to walk towards the Military Leader.
Alessandria noticed the guards were tensed and Daniel picked up his dulled blade and walked over as well.
Slowly, it began to dawn on Alessandria that the Military was in charge of security today and she had no idea how the assassins had come in.
Nemesio started to walk towards the Military Leader but she waved him back. Knowing how distressed Daniel got around him. She needed to talk to him later to see how his therapy was going.
Turning her attention back to the military leader, Alessandria noticed his swords and pistols on his waist. They were certainly more practical than ceremonial. And odd considering he’s in the palace. So why did he keep such weapons?
“You! Your Majesty, you will listen to me!” the man screamed in a rough tone.
The Queen smiled and gracefully walked over to us.
Her white dress elegantly flowing across the cold stone floor as she moved.
The Guards followed close behind.
“I do not have to do anything, dear Ares. I have refused audience with you before and I shall do so now. Be gone,”
“You will regret this Queen,”
“Watch your tongue,” Alessandria firmly said.