Blood covered the snow grounds. War was being waged, two armies, fighting till their last breath. This is it, this was their final stand. It was time to decide the victor.
The King of Scotland, or the Emperor of England.
Both of them faced each other, their swords blocking the strike of the other as the war waged on around them, soldiers young and old dying around them. It was a blood bath, a slaughter between two empires.
"This ends here Henry!" The emperor bellowed as he swung his sword in an upward arc, as the king sidestepped.
"I agree, Christopher," He said as he feigned a strike towards his right, causing him to turn to his left, only for his head to be decapitated from his body. Blood gushing out of his severed neck, as another soldier stood behind him.
"We have won. Henry." The soldier said to the king as he removed his helmet.
"Yes, we have King Francis." Henry smiled, out of breath, battered and bruised from the continuous fighting.
The Scottish soldiers rejoiced as they drove the enemy away. Both the king of France and Scotland embracing each other.
"It is finally time to return home." Francis laughed into his friend's ear. Henry laughed along with him but noticed something glistening in front of him.
"Francis!" He yelled as he pushed him behind him, causing the king to fall on the ground as arrow after arrow pierced the Scottish king's armour.
"HENRY!" He bellowed as he ran to the aid of his friend who lay unmoving on the ground, blood pooling around him.
"Henry. No, you are not giving up on me." Francis yelled at him as he firmly grasped his hand.
"Francis," He rasped out between his dying breaths. "Take care of my princess. Tell Mary I love her."
"No, you will tell her that. You are coming home with me." Francis stated stubbornly as he pulled the dying king to his feet, one of his arm slung across his shoulders.
"Francis, you are a good friend. You have stood by my side through the thick and thin." Henry wheezed as tears rolled down his cheeks.
"Yes, Henry, who else could put up with your nonsense." Francis joked in hoped to lighten his heavy heart. The king chuckled at his friend's joke. Suddenly the king of France stumbled forward, eyes wide as his breath caught in his throat. The tip of a javelin sticking out from the front of his armour as the rest was piercing him from behind.
"Henry," He whispered as they both collapsed to the ground as their armies came running to the aid of their kings.
Both the kings lay on the bloodied ground, both of them staring into each other's eyes as they knew that it was their last moments on this earth.
"Henry." Francis wheezed as he took hold of his hand in his. "Remember. We were born together, and we will die together." He stated firmly while they both clasped each others hand.
"We were born together, and we will die together," Henry repeated with his last moments.
"We will forever be brothers in arm." They both said together as the life left their eyes.
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BIRTHRIGHT (complete #Wattys2016)
General Fiction*Highest ranking no#332 in Royalty* People say that the life of a Royal is perfect. Technically speaking, it should be. Everything is done for you. Everything being served on silver platters for you. Being fed with Gold spoons. Being the cente...
