"We're already loosing."
With delicate fingers, the small woman sitting in the chair knocked over a few of the flags on the little map sitting in front of her, her eyebrows drawn together in frustration.
"We believe we've already lost Folkert, as well as Shinsei."
She stiffened. "...What do you b..believe would be the best course of action.. Sir Knight?"
"We need to get you out of the castle. Francis and Arsenius will not draw their armies back so quickly."
She gripped the arms of her chair tight in her hands, her knuckles growing white. "So all is lost, then?" Tears that had been held back began streaming down her innocent features. "All is lost and there is nothing you can do about it?"
"I'm sorry, Miss Lillian. The best of your guard are waiting to escort you from the castle."
"So be it." She rose, and ran out of the firelit room, her shoes making almost no noise on the stone floors. She headed into her bedroom, grabbing for her diary.
'I have to leave the castle, the invasion was too much for us to handle. Rest in peace, Folkert, Shinsei. You will never leave my memories.' She prayed that would not be her last diary entry.
Lillian began to shove her most precious things into a small sack, quickly readying herself. She headed out of her room, and down some corridors before coming to a dead end. A single candlestick holder was attached to the wall, with no candle attached. She grabbed it, and pulled it down like a lever. Creaking and groaning, the wall slid down into the floor below.
"Your majesty, we must hurry."
"Yessir." She picked up her dress a bit, making haste down the corridors, getting spiderwebs and dust all over her, and even tearing her dress a bit. By the time they reached the exit, she looked like a peasant that roamed the streets rather than a princess.
The knights said their goodbyes to her, one of them giving her a long dagger that she could place on the inside of her boot, where it could be unsheathed if needed. She headed off, and as they had told her, there was a cart waiting for her at the path.
She leapt in, pulling the cover down over her, and felt a jerk as it began to move. She covered herself in the animal furs, deciding it was best to stop worrying and instead sleep.
'At the next stop I get out, and then one of my soldiers will tell me what to do from there.' She ran the escape plan through her head over and over as she drifted to sleep.