The Sleeping Prince

Chapter 5

It wasn't long until Assassuil gather the soldiers for battle. But can't stop believing the princess might make a foolish mistake. One that'll cause most of their soldiers's life.

"I hope the princess realizes what she's doing," he prayed.

Worry about the lives of their soldiers, but can not disobey the princess's commands. Especially, he's her least favorite person.

"Sir, when should we leave?" the soldier asked. "Our soldiers are ready."

"We're leave once the princess is ready," he confirmed. "And, when she does, we're marches."

"Understood," the soldier bowed. Then, walks to the other soldiers.

"Not too soon, I hope."

Assassuil remains worried. And, wondered how many soldiers they'll lose?

"I pray there aren't," he softly whispered.

Later, he turns his attention to something else. "Where's the princess?"

Inside the big tent, Princess Darlene is getting ready for battle. Wearing her suit of armor and her family royal crest, along with the family sword in her hands. There she slides her sword into its shelter that hang around her waist.

And, once she places her royal blue cape around her shoulder as she plucks them in.

"There," she told herself. "I'm ready."

Confidence she felt, Darlene begun walking out of her tent. 

While Assassuil gather the troops for battle.

"Hurry up," Assassuil commanded. "The princess won't happy if she sees us like this! So, get a move!"

Fear the princess or the commander wrath, the soldiers run as they march.

"This war is out-of-control." said the nervous soldier.

"Tell me about it," he agrees with his follower companion. "But we have no choice. It's either getting ready or face their wrath."

"Good point."

Before either of them has replied, Assassuil was inspected the soldiers, unaware from those two, he listens. And, cleaning his throat to get their attention.

"If you two are done talking, you might pay attention." Assassuil threats them, only to see a nervous and fright expression in their face. No longer soon as he was about to give lectures until someone came.

"Sir Assassuil," a young pages called. "There's someone who wants to meet you at your tent."

"May I ask who?"

The pages nervous expression. "Um...it's best for you to see, sir."

Assassuil sighed in defeated. "Very well. I hope this person who wants to meet me, has a good excuse." 

"I'm here," Assassuil announces, entering the tent. "What do you want?"

"Assassuil?" a familiar young female voice got his attention, causing him to stares.

"Asta?" he sound surprised. "Why you're here? You supposed to stay in the castle with your father, the king!"

"I know," she admitted. "But I need to speak with Darlene."