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"Remove his mask."
As fast as lightning Falcon plunged one of his arrows in the heart of a soldier behind him. Looking up at the king, he slowly shook his head from side to side.
The King clenched his jaw and hissed.
"Kill him."
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Yara and Cyrus and their crew did report back 3 days later.
The outcome was nothing new for Yara. When they saw the armour of the soldiers in the camp, they could easily identify them as soldiers from across the ocean. Rafael's.
Dimitri dicided to not confront his brother right away, but to stay low and watch. He gave orders to Yara to warn the soldiers, incase of an ambush. Security was also made stronger on the borders of the city.
"You will not say or do anything about that camp, unless I say so. Understood?" Dimitri asked Yara when they were alone in his study room. Yara felt like they were making a mistake. Rafael and his army could attack at any moment, catching them off guard.
"Yara. Look at me when I'm talking to you." She looked up in Dimitri's eyes and gave a slow nod.
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The wooden botom of a ship pushed against the sand of a beach on the other side of the Kingdom. Moments later, several footsteps sounded from the deck, jumping off the boat on the sand. Then sprinting towards the woods.
"Go! Faster!" Hushed tones were heard, urgent voices.
"The camp is just a couple of miles ahead. Kill any Elidian soldier or guard on the way. Make sure you go inseen."
The six hundred men, coming from the sea of boats, nodded and followed those going through the woods.
What a feeling it is to run on our soon to be land, ready to take.
Similar thoughts ran through the minds of the men, making them excited for the war.
Atlast, nobody knew we were coming, did they?
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A week went by. It was King Dimitri's birthday, a feast day for the city. The feast will be held that night in the royal hall. While after feasts and parties will continue all around the city.
Yara was yet again dressed in a beautiful dress, a dark maroon. Her hair curled down her back, while some of the hair formed a crown on her head.
"Yara! What an absolutely stunning dress you have! Hopefully you will look just as divine for our wedding..."
"There will be no wedding, King Rafael. Go search for another wive. I already gave you my answer." Yara glared at the King, aproaching her.
"That was your answer. Not mine. You'll soon be my wive. With your consent or not." Rafael smiled before making his way towards the alcoholic drinks.
If only they knew of the second army that arrived. I will have my land and a beautiful woman by my side, as a bonus.
The hall were decorated in gold and red. Golden frames and floors as well as golden walls. Red curtains flowed down from the ceiling, decorated with beautiful designs. On the end of the hall were glasses with the drinks and beside it were tables full of food. The whole theme gave a message that tonight will be a good night.
