Okay, so this is my first story on fanfiction, and the prologue SUCKS, but I'm hoping it will get better after I get into the actual story. The prologue was just to set things up.
Prologue
The old soldier peered over the edge of the spiked wall into the darkness of the road below. The soldiers were late again.
"Late, late, late; always late," he muttered irritably.
That was when the arrow hit him. He slumped forward soundlessly, and the Adrallan soldiers swarmed past him into the castle.
King Avar of Adrall feared almost nothing, and his skill on the battlefield was legendary. But despite all this, looking down at the young Queen of Darra, he could not bring himself to kill her. He turned and marched out of her bedchamber.
"Retreat!" he barked at his men. "We'll leave a notice with the dead man saying that we'll meet them for battle tomorrow on the fields of Darra." Turning, he began to walk away.
"But Avar, the plan was to kill her and take over the castle," pointed out Hawkor, his oldest and most trusted advisor, and therefore the only one allowed to call him by his first name.
"Plans change," Avar said curtly. "Retreat."
Hawkor nodded. "Yes, Avar." But as he left he glanced into the bedchamber of young Queen Aithene of Darra. The young woman certainly was beautiful, even in slumber, with long, rippling auburn hair, a well rounded, statuesque body, and a flawless complexion. But so were many of the ladies in Avar's court. Hawkor shook his head. He hadn't the faintest idea why this young maiden should be so special, why this Queen, this enemy of Avar's, whould have so caught the King of Adrall's attention, but he knew his King, and he knew it was better not to argue. He retreated.
Meanwhile, Queen Aithene slept on, unaware that her life had just been saved by her worst enemy,