Blood King

Chapter Forty Five

The early dawn came as Xavier watched his men in the heat of battle. The ice cold wind blowing past his face as his pale eyes looked across the war-torn battlefield to that of the enemy's side. His grip on the reigns tightened as he continued to watch, he needed to get across to the other side at all costs. It was a necessity.

It had to be today. Today of days where that man, that bastard would die.

Stepan would die this day no matter the cost.

His ice blue gaze looked across the vast field to where the tents of Labadier were, from where he was he could not tell if activity from the Tower was taken place.

"My Lord," General Ares spoke as he went to keel before his King. "Our men are ready to be used at your disposal whenever you are ready."

"Very good, go forth with your men, I will join shortly."

Eric and Ares bowed their heads to the King before riding off. Xaivier's ice blue eyes looked to the other end of the battlefield searching for Stepan, but it was too far to see from here. "Your Majesty," Strikerius's voice drew the King out of thought. "Our archers are ready; do you wish to draw the signal?"

"In a moment," he said before moved his horse around the battel field, the Elven man following in silent footsteps before coming to a halt where the King could gauge a better view of the enemy. Then looking towards the tower in the distance and saw the large flames signalling to him that the tower had been taken. A slow smile crept over the King's face, one that nearly drained the blood from the Elven man's face with how dark it had become. "Do it," he told Strikerius. "Tell your men to fire, the Tower is ours."

And before Strikerius could even speak, Xaiver rode off, with a number of Elven men in tow. The way the King looked worried him, but as of now it wasn't of major concern, he had his duty, taking his own arrow and using a flint to light the oiled end, he shot it high in the sky for others to know the signal.

Stepan grit his teeth as he watched his incompetent men, flailing about trying to keep the enemy back, yet they seemed to push harder then ever to break their lines. Where in blazes did they get their spirit back? In the past few days he had been told that the boy King's army seemed to become increasingly weak, and that he intended to join the lines and watch them fall before taking the King hostage. And then torture the bastard for what he had done to his hand. Thankfully it was his left hand, so he could still whiled a sword but the mere fact that some pompous boy managed to inflict such harm enraged him.

All because he tried to put his hands on the bastards' sister. She was a woman of age now, it shouldn't have bothered the brat King whom Stepan fucked. The girl had a beauty, no less thanks to her mother, even Xavier had that beauty to some extent.

It made sense why his elder brother perused their mother long ago, if Xavier was as half as beautiful as that woman it made him wonder how the Princess would mature, that is if she lived long enough when he was through with her.

"My Lord, the enemy is advancing, it seems they have reinforcements." One of his soldiers spoke.

Stepan frowned. "Reinforcements? Who in blazes would help..." he trailed off. "The damned Elves!" he turned to his men and shouted. "Get to the Tower! Tell those to ready the cannons to blast those bastards, the King thinks he can get the aid of those prissy forest people then we'll show him what for!"

"But My Lord, we can't!"

He looked at the man with rage. "What? And why not?"

"The Tower gates have been sealed, all of them can no longer be opened from the outside." Another man stated. "And there is no response from the other men or the women."