𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘎𝘪𝘧𝘵

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒𝟑.

~ Basileus ~

The clash of swords finally subsided, bringing an abrupt halt to the bloodshed and gore that had gripped the battlefield. The once-pervasive screams and roars were now silenced, allowing an eerie calm to settle over the aftermath. The ravages of brutal warfare left an indelible mark on the landscape, evident in the lifeless bodies strewn about, the ground saturated with blood, shattered weapons scattered like remnants of a tumultuous past, and the unmistakable scent of death permeating the air.

The cessation of war was palpable, a stark reality that hung in the stillness. I turned my gaze in every direction, my chest heaving with the effort of rugged breaths. A sense of relief washed over me and it was mirrored in the expressions of my weary soldiers and loyal courtiers. In that moment, we all shared the same sentiment—victory was ours, and the anguish of battle had finally subsided.

As I surveyed the scene, a smile of alleviation crept across my face. The intense struggle was over; the once-turbulent echoes of conflict were replaced by newfound tranquillity. The promise of peace now lingered, a serenity that would be restored within the realms we had fought so fiercely to protect.

"We won!"- I exclaimed with exuberance, my jubilant cheer echoing through the air. 

The widening of my smile mirrored the collective elation that surged among my comrades as they joined in the triumphant chant that reverberated with the shared joy we all felt, the sparkle of triumph finally lighting up our eyes and resonating deep within our hearts.

~ Vallius ~

The resounding cheer that reverberated through the air encapsulated a spectrum of emotions too complex to be encapsulated by a single word. Relief, happiness, excitement, apprehension, and hope intermingled seamlessly in a boisterous, spirited chorus that swept across the bloodied field.

In the aftermath of triumph, my valiant soldiers revelled in the victory, their hearts yearning to reunite with families and cherished friends awaiting them at home. The collective anticipation lingered for the day when we could commence the arduous task of rebuilding our realm, resurrecting peace, and breathing life back into our kingdom.

The challenges ahead were daunting; burnt-down villages and a fragile economy were just a glimpse of the extensive to-do list. The scars of war were deep, marked by tears, grief, and sorrow for those we lost in the brutal battle. Yet, a palpable sense of hope permeated each of our hearts, fueling a fierce determination to infuse our realm with the vibrant colours snatched away by the relentless war.

Each obstacle would be met with unwavering resolve as we embarked on the journey to restore serenity and joy to our deserving kingdom.

~ Demetria ~

As day surrendered to night once again, the once-charming castle lost another piece of its enchanting ambience and the comforting warmth that emanated from the love shared by the King and Queen. 

An unsettling silence pervaded the air, leaving us yearning for the return of joyous laughter and the melodic strains of merry music that once filled the halls. The castle, now hauntingly quiet, seemed to echo with the spectres of happier times—memories of the King stealing kisses from his Queen in every corner and the couple dancing late into the night, their synchronised heartbeats providing the only music they ever needed.

Without our beloved King and Queen, the kingdom felt bereft of its essence.

In my hopeful inquiry to Howard, who entered the castle holding a crisp white letter, I grasped at the possibility of positive news. His response, however, dashed those hopes, revealing that the search for the missing monarchs was still ongoing. His sorrowful expression, tense shoulders, and eyes filled with a mix of worry and anger mirrored the collective sentiments of the castle's inhabitants.