❤Majesty❤ - (2doc) Fanfiction

Chapter 13: Russ?

Short chapter but some graphic violence

My army was performing correctly and they released the Bandernitches at the correct time, those peasants could truly act decently part of the time. I watched and no one caught my eye. No one of importance at least; the queen wasn't there nor was any of her knights. Dodging the oncoming soldiers left and right I kept my sword drawn in case any pathetic card wanted to challenge me. It would surely be their last fight although I admired their stupidity. Making a sharp left turn I began my way up to higher grounds to watch over the fields, seeing as my army was losing few yet taking many.

The field had blood, bodies, and fires burning hungrily and overall a smell of death lingering over it. Silver clashed against silver and battle cries could be heard across the land. Screams of pain and screams of victory mixed into the orchestra of chaos. The royal appointed hounds were howling in the distance, attempting to find my archers as they hid in the trees waiting for the trespassers to come into sight. As I watched I could see the skillfully trained swordsman fight, not wasting time on the expandable cards. They were only place holders in this game and to be put on front lines. They were creatures of habit, to serve and protect. My swordsman however trained day and night, preparing for these hardship filled hours. These battles may remain short however the damage they cause can be forever. A sinister pride bubbled up from my stomach; I was pleased that my soldiers were too scared to fail and served me with their dying breath. The mythical beasts were ripping and tearing the white cards apart, I am glad Stuart was not going to be seeing this.

I suddenly realized, I left Stuart back at the castle without saying where I was going. He better keep his ass in the castle this time because I am not missing a chance to behead that queen. I wanted him safe and away from this chaos. Away from the treacherous nightmares that followed these sights and the aching feeling it leaves in your heart when a comrade is left on the battle field. He is too young and too innocent for war and maybe for me as well. Shaking my head of the relationship drama I stayed alert to my surroundings and what was happening.

Suddenly El Diablo reared up, promptly knocking me off and letting me land with a solid thud, my armor not helping with the impact. My breath was knocked out of lungs as I heaved in a new breath. As El Diablo sprinted away I saw a white arrow promptly stuck in his back end. Reaching over and patting the ground to find my fallen sword I realized one was pointed at my through. Following the beautifully engraved silver I find a dainty white hand.

"Whatcha' waiting for you royal white bitch? Do it already!" I shouted at her, earning the sword to be dug slightly more into my neck.

"Agree to step down as ruler and I'll allow you to live"

"Never gonna happen" I spat out, watching has her hand gripped the sword further.

I growled, inching my fingers towards my sword. A heel crushed my wrist. Her eyes were cold and blue, staring at me as she dug her heel into my hand. Wincing in pain I kept it hidden the best I could. There was no way in hell that I was going to let her win. I swear I could see her smiling as she lifted the sword, my final moments had finally come and I would have welcomed them if I didn't have a blue haired boy to protect. I waited for the pain and to be ended yet it never came. Instead an armored solider tackled the queen to the ground.

Russ was my savior and now I was going to finally end her life. That was the plan until an arrow landed next to my hand, I suppose Russ would have to keep her waiting after I finished off the helpless soul who chose to fuck with me at the wrong time. Picking up the sword quickly and getting to my feat I scanned for the archer, finding him crouching behind a rock, arrow drawn and beginning to aim. Oh fuck, I slid behind a crowd of shrubs and trees. Breathing deeply as I heard the arrow broke into the bark of the tree. Looking past the tree and between the leaves, I saw the archer scrambling to get the next arrow ready. If any chance was going to be a good one I assumed this was it and I didn't have much more time for planning. Running out into the open with my sword ready I watched archer begin to scramble to run away with a pale face, sadly that wasn't going to work because as soon as he got to his feet, his head was on the ground and his body was following after.

Smirking to myself I was reminded that I had just left Russ to fend for himself against the queen. I looked back and made my way to where I heard the swords clanging against each other. As I got there I watched as the queen used the butt of her sword to jam it up and towards the knight's face. Upon watching I realized that the small body did not belong to russ. The solider was hit with enough force to cause his helmet to break backwards and roll of his head as his body hit the ground with a loud thud. His bright blue hair laying on the ground as he let out a dry cough, eyes rolling back and eventually falling unconscious. I was frozen in my spot as anger rampaged through my blood.

Something inside of me felt tortured and deceived. I was charging at the white woman before I could process it, running past Stuart who laid with blood seeping from his lips. As my sword came around towards her head as her own blade blocked mine. Back and forth we danced the dances of war and hatred. Her landing a good blow to my left arm and I managed to place a well-displayed cut on her cheek, which seemed to anger her more. My limbs were sore and tired as we continued yet I was not only protecting my lead on the kingdom but the boy who was still lying unconsciously. I hoped he was only unconscious, he had to have been, he was not dead; I refused to even think he could have been.

While in my thought she ended up getting me quite good on my right shoulder. That burned and stung like holy hell. Finding my opening I lunged the sword through her torso, earning a scream that could be heard across the fields and to both our kingdoms. Blood wept out her and seeped into her perfectly white dress. Watching her mutter words of hate she felt to the ground, those cold blue eyes staring at me as she fell, my sword sliding out of her and leaving a wound where her heart was once intact.

As I forgot my victories I rushed back over to the one I needed to see, the one I needed to have a heartbeat. Crouching down next to the limp boy I placed both hands on either side of his face. Gently looking him over and seeing that quite a bit of blood had come from his nose and mouth. I was relived to feel the small pushes of air coming from his parted lips, leaning down and kissing his forehead I whispered gently against is warm skin, "thank you." I realized I needed to get moving before another solider found us and the queen. I was in no shape to protect Stuart as well as myself for much longer. I also wasn't going to wait for the medics or for someone to find us. Picking him up bridal style I began running to find a horse or medic team. The pain in my arm and shoulder burning red hot from the extra weight yet I wasn't going to stop. No, I was going to make sure he was safe.

Why did this fucker be so stupid? Why did he save me? I wanted to punch him and hug him and god I hoped he was okay. As soon as found the medics unit I handed him off as they carried him back to the castle, attending to me next as the war carried on. The white soldiers had yet to know they were fighting for no one, they had no ruler. I must have lost quite a bit of blood because as soon as I laid down on the stretcher, I only seen black.