❤Majesty❤ - (2doc) Fanfiction

Chapter 7: So It Begins

This is short but is the beginning of the war. The white queen wants to relieve the red subjects and take the kingdom away from the vicious ruler.

Aye also look Russ is here.

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The sunlight filtered in though the large windows; the castle and outside eerily quiet. Something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong yet the soft breaths coming from the boy upon my chest soothed me. Remembering the night before I felt a surge of pride and satisfaction. This moment was then broken abruptly as the lead general swung the door open "Sir, the kingdom is under attack!" He yelled desperately.

Without a moment of hesitation I pushed the sleeping boy off of me and threw on my royal attire as the knight of hearts ran down the hall; his armor echoing loudly against the marble floor. Stuart had woken up at this point and gazed at me with tired eyes "What's going on?"

"That white bitch" Is all I said, deep with raging anger. Grabbing my sword I stormed out of the room. The royal meeting a day before said she was wanting to, not going to act upon. 'That foolish white bitch thinks she can do this, does she?" I thought to myself. Briskly walking down to the main hall, looking over the kingdom. There I could see the army ready and growing closer with each passing moment. My blood was boiling then a soft hand was on my shoulder. Looking past the hand and up the arm I see the youthful face looking back, worried and looking close to tears. "Go back to the room" I growl.

"I'm staying by you!" He insisted.

"There's nothing you can do rodent. I don't want your ass getting killed"

"But my lord"

"Room!" I boomed, pushing him away. Watching him lose his balance and to the floor like a small child. I was doing this to protect him. Turning away I ignore his cries and make my way to cut the head off the white bitch.

Outside of the castle the Knight stood, he was a muscular wall. He was dark as night and white eyes that reflected like mirrors. "Any more movements russ?"

"One mile till they are to tha' gates" He informed in a deep smooth voice.

"An' my army?"

"Already there an' ready sir"

I nodded approvingly and climbed up onto my signature black horse whose eyes blazed red like fire, El Diablo. With one kick I was off to protect what I took, a kingdom and I'll be dead before that witch can take it. I couldn't help but think back to Stuarts face when on the floor. Was I really just protecting my kingdom?