❤Majesty❤ - (2doc) Fanfiction

Chapter 8: Foolish Rabbit

The Foolish rabbit chases his love even into battle only to be tossed around.

Stuarts POV

I slammed my fists onto the ground, tears threatening to fall down my face. Why did he have to be like this? I am far from the smartest rabbit and that probably explains why I'm already chasing after his horse behind bushes and buildings, following him secretly. 'I could help!' I assured myself, not sure how but I'd figure it out.

Once to the gate I climbed up onto a tree standing near the edge, looking over the bloody painted wall. The mote of heads was filled with permanently screaming faces floating upon a black tar substance to warn intruders. Yet this did nothing to deter the white army that approached. The red army although stood perfectly in position with weapons drawn and ready. The king making his way through them, cape hanging over the horses back beautifully. He went further than the army, to speak to the queen who met him in the middle. I stressed my ears to hear their words but I couldn't make out anything.

Obviously something went wrong cause El Diablo reared up and stomped his hooves on the ground with intimidation. Then the royal sword was unsheathed and turned to point towards the white queens head. This enraged her army, causing it to charge and for the red to do the same under the instruction of the Knight of Hearts. El Diablo took off parallel to the raging crowds as the queen did the same, drawing her own slender sword. I could hear the metal hit forcible against each other from both of the rulers. While riding they lurched towards each other with intent to kill as their armies tore one another apart. My heart ached as each Queens attempt got closer to my Kings throat. Climbing down from the tree I foolishly rushed out into the field. Dodging and hopping under the daggers, spears and creatures, I didn't have a weapon or a single piece of armor but my body could serve as shield worse case.

Stopping quickly as two spears clashed inches away from my face; I lost sight of my King. More metal clashed behind me as I tried to desperately to back up. I crouched lower as I looked for a way out. One sword tip catching my ear and breaking open the skin as I moved. Warm liquid matting in my hair..

Suddenly being grabbed at the collar by a card solider who was on a horse. He wasn't harming me though and I was set on the back. Staring at him until I looked down, I was wearing all white, a set of pajamas without the noble red heart. I didn't have a stitch of red on my body. Fearing being taken back onto enemy side I searched for a place to jump off but the crowd fighting around us didn't seem safe either way.

Then I saw him, my Majesty on El Diablo battling with the queen. It was like a scene out of a storybook. Our eyes met as his mouth propped open. I could only mouth the pleading words of help in the seconds before I was behind a wall of soldiers again.

Why did I ever think I could help? Why won't my body move and jump off? Does it know that Murdoc is evil and shouldn't have this kingdom? Does it know the White army might kill us all? I searched for answers as fast as I was searching for a place to jump and not land on a spear. The field was loud and the grass was being painted with bodies. So much destruction in such little time. Before I could think any more my body fell from the horse and hit the ground hard. Enough for me to be disoriented as I watched the card solider fall off, without a head attached to his body.

"Get the bloody fuck up Rodent!" I heard loudly, looking over the king whom loomed over, his sword cloaked with blood. Reaching down he grabbed my arm and eventually maneuvering me onto the horse. His loyal soldiers keeping him within a protective circle until El Diablo broke out. Gaining more understanding about the situation I watched where we were headed, to the gates. Why the gates? Did he slay the Queen, did we win?

My arms around him, I could feel his body tense. Gaining more consciousness I recognized that his sword was still drawn and he kept it ready. The White queen was no where's to be seen?

There was a horn in the distance. The white army was retreating. After only a few moments a war, the army had decided to call it off? I couldn't understand what was all happening. All the rush, blood and chaos that has took place moments after the most perfect night, nothing made sense. Other than the fact my King saved me.

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Once the army was far away from our land the clean up of the bodies had begun. The medics carrying off the wounded and the soldiers who were untouched would be met with their everyday life once again. Heads were added into the mote and overall the death total was near a hundred. Far less than what it all looked like. I was too scared to talk as I rode on the back of El Diablo back to the castle. I didn't know what to even say. Although I didn't have room to talk since Murdoc was busy speaking with the Knight of Hearts about the casualties, weapons to be brought out if this happens again, and the ceremony to honor the fallen.

Once to the castle I crawled off the steed and hung my head, following the ruler. Inside he finally spoke "I told you to stay." His voice was stern, held no emotion and made me want to squirm.

"I wanted to help!" I replied a little too emotionally for comfort.

"You could have been killed you dullard!" He turned around quickly, face to face with the man who just led an army. I didn't know what to say. He groaned and put pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. I felt like he was going to drop the blade onto my throat, I wanted to run but also wanted to hug him. He let a hiss out and then looked back down at me. Staring intensely and bringing his hand to my ear, causing me to wince. "Who did this?" He seethed,

"Justa' solider, why did they retreat?" I blurted out, curiosity compelling me to do so.

"The White Bitch felt my sword through her, not enough ta' kill, enough to retreat." I looked at him in admiration although sadness for the queen as well. Her subjects must be terrified for her health. Snapping out of the thought I realized Murdoc was dragging me by my wrist to his chambers. "Get cleaned up ye' bloody wreck. Stay here and if ya' fuckin' leave I'll promise you not even the white queen would want ya in her kingdom."

I just nodded as he shoved me towards the bathroom. It was beautiful as one could be. Snapping his fingers a maid came running in, "fetch some bandages an clean robes" She only nodded and went to complete the task. Turning back around and leaving me in the cool room.

"Thank you" I spoke out. Not even turning around the King left and went to go consult with the Knight and committee.