The Royal Castle

...Chapter 1...

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The Royal castle slowly drove through the encampment. The tents, evenly spaced on the large field, seemed to go to the horizon and beyond, each housing several soliders. How could it be occur to her father and that this was a fight Levanta could win? This was madness, there must have been at least ten thousand soliders here, read and eager to cross it, Levanta could gather how many, five, six thousands? And more than half of them died in the battle a few days ago along with the foolish king. The war lost before it even began. All that was left was for the victor to come and claim his prize. In other words, to burn, loot, pillage, rape and murder. To turn people into slaves. Her father's people. Now here people.

They stopped in front of a small building that must have been a framhouse some time ago but was now claimed by the orellia, proudly placed in front of the primitive building, flapped quietly in the evening breeze and Princess Sam hesitated with her hand on the carriage door handle.

......No, She could not turn back, now no matter how hard she tried to convince herself she could.......

..."Whatever it takes"...

She mumbled to herself, scared beyond measure but the door opened and she got out onto the muddy road.

They were waiting for her, the group of guards in shiny black and red armor, sizing up ridiculously small escort.

Under small circumstances, small escort under normal circumstances, whenever a member of the royal family left the palace it would be with a large entourage.

Dozens of soldiers, people from the court, hunters, entertainers, hairdressers, seamstresses. A crowd of maids and servants. But these were not normal circumstances.

Sam didn't come here for a friendly visit. In fact, this could barely count as a negotiation, because she had hardly anything to offer.

No, she came here to beg and there was no reason to pretend otherwise.

From what she knew of King Zeus, he preferred the straight forward approach.

The Burning fury, that's what they called him. Not to his face of course. The tales of his conquests circulated the lands, magnified by the folk creativity several times no doubt, but the truth still remained.

The kingdom of orellia was the largest and most powerful force on the continent, thriving under his strick rule. He might have been hot-headed, ruthless and even brutal to his enemies. But his people were well taken care of Sam's maid Laina joined her along with the Captain of the Royal guard and six soliders. A pitiful group Laina was just as terrified as the princess but was not as good at hiding it. Sam was used to wearing a stone- cold expression masking her true feelings and it became more than useful now. Still, she felt like the heavy pounding of her heart must given her away, regardless of how claim her face looked.

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