A Princess Named Harry: Book 2

Chapter 41

Varian's little army hightailed it out of the place. They ran back to the ruined palace in shame. They had lost and were beaten badly by ordinary people with no magic qualities whatsoever. Zarah and Isaiah had taken the worst of it. The fearsome duo known as the crown prince and his one and only friend had beaten them to a pulp. When they returned, they were expected to report back to Varian. They thought he would be understanding.

It took a long time to explain what happened because every time they reached the end, Varian made them repeat the story over and over again. They must have repeated the story at least fifty times before he was satisfied.

"You're telling me you lost?"

Nobody spoke up even the usually loud Isaiah was silent for once.

"You lost, and instead of staying to fight, to win, you all just run away? Is that what you're telling me?" His voice was loud and raging. It didn't take a genius to figure out how mad he was. "Is it?" he yelled. He slammed his fists against the ruined throne. He put his hand to his head and sighed. He couldn't deal with them right now.

"We're really sorry," said Isaiah sorely.

"Sorry," Miko squeaked.

The others soon chimed in, "Sorry."

Varian ran his hand through his dark hair.

"You will go back and fight them, and you will win."

"But they're already long gone," tested Zarah. "They're probably back at their camp already! How are we supposed to find them?"

"You will," Varian replied. His tone left no room for judgment. "If you don't, then don't bother coming back here."

There were many different things the six of them could say, but they all swallowed their pride and headed out. They hoped they could find the Cardiaire army's camp, or they would all lose a home even if was a destroyed palace.

Meanwhile, Harry and the others all went to rest in their beds. A celebration would be held later that night when the sun went down. Harry would've changed out of her rugged uniform, but she didn't have the energy to. She closed her eyes for a moment, and without meaning to, she fell asleep.

She was soon awoken by the sounds of yelling. She rolled over and headed to the entrance of her barrack. She pulled up the flap and peeked out. She watched multiple knights race past her. They were skipping and cheering with smiles on their faces. They were carrying food in their arms that was too much for them to eat. Harry looked outward at all the shining lights. There was certainly a celebration going on.

She walked alongside the happy knights to the tables. There were a lot of people sitting around, talking, eating, and simply enjoying themselves.

One of the chefs took notice of her. "If it isn't the second princess," he said. He handed her a meat kabob. "Here, take this; it's the night for celebration."

Harry took it from him and thanked him politely. The chef smiled before immediately engaging in conversation with the cheerful knights. She gave them a small smile as they all laughed and patted each other's backs. She wanted to ask where Kahil was, but before she could, she heard him.

Harry turned to see Kahil off in the distance. He was standing laughing with the knights seated around the tables. Terrance was beside him with a meat kabob in his hand like Harry's. She approached them slowly, not wanting to interrupt the fun time they were having. As she got closer, Kahil's voice became clearer.

"Yes," he laughed. "I'm telling you, it's the truth!"

"There's no way that's true," said one of the seated knights.