Hate Keeps the Heart Beating

It was close to midnight when I stumbled upon the castle. It was pitch black out and the rain definitely wasn't helping my vision. Raindrops run down my nose and onto my lips as I contemplate my next move. My side ached as the water mixed with my blood.

Two men advance towards me and I have no energy to fight. They seize my arms as the thunder rolls above. They mutter criticisms at me for coming here, but stop short at the sight of the gaping hole in my side.

"What should we do with him?"

"Let's ask her majesty."