A man still loyal to the old guard.
Page was brought back in the middle of the afternoon, but held Rachel far longer. Her piercing shrieks echoed through the narrow corridors till they reached the cell where her companions where locked.
Walter would never admit it, but despite the damning proofs of his crimes, he couldn't bring himself to hate Logan, nor to renounce his oath of allegiance to the King.
But, as the painful cries reached his ears, he felt a bold of pure hatred course through his body. He crashed his fists against the stone walls.
The door opened with a clash and two elite guards, wearing purple uniforms threw Rachel on the floor.
The heroin tried to straighten, not wanting her companions to endure the futile sight of her downfall, but her wounds barely allowed her to move.
Ben Finn rushed to her side and led her to the nearer straw mattress.
Wounded, weakened, the princess tried hard to stay conscious.
Not bothering to ask permission, Ben moved aside the shreds of her shirt to take care of the cuts on her back. Too tired to protest, Rachel let him turn her on the side so he could have better access. Many flesh wounds marked her from shoulders to waist. The injuries were multiples but superficial… or maybe her heroic blood allowed her to heal way faster than the hoi polloi. Before the words could form clearly in Ben's mind, Page rushed to their side from the other side of the cell.
Broken arm, many bruises on her face, the leader of the resistance barely looked less miserable than the princess.
"Did you squeal on them?" she asked in an accusative tone. "Did you denounce the resistance?!"
The princess did not dare to speak. She felt sick, on the verge to vomit. She just shook her head, earning a relieved sight in response.
"I'm sorry I doubted you.", Page muttered, every single trace of hatred washed away from her voice. "I didn't think… I never imagined he would… they would-…"
A creaking noise interrupted her and heavy footsteps headed towards the cell. A red-coated guard stepped in the light, a bunch of keys in his hand and frantically looked for the right one.
"Walter, Captain Finn, hurry, we don't have much time!"
"What for, boy?", Walter asked, not daring to hope.
"We're given a few moments! We gotta make good use of it!" the guard urged. "If you reach the Market before the changing of the guard, you'll be safe!"
The soldier opened the door and stepped aside. The others did not budge.
"Move!"
The flight was almost too easy. The guards patrolling over the roofs or in the corridors just seemed to look away. Soon, they would get outside the castle grounds. The man still loyal to the old guard stopped there.
"I'm not allowed to follow further."
"Allowed by whom, boy?" Walter asked.
The guard didn't utter a word but turned to the princess.
"I was given this for you."
He pulled a pile of cloth from his bag. On the top laid a message.
"It's Swift handwriting!" Ben noticed.
"Now don't waste time!" the soldier urged. "Time's almost up. The other guards are gonna start suspecting something."
The four revolutionists did as they were told but the guard caught Rachel by her upper arm. He searched through his pocket a few seconds and handed her an object she thought she would never see again.
"The Seal! But… How…?"
"You have many followers, Madam. Some are most unexpected, you might say… Don't give up! Albion needs a Revolution!"
The princess nodded and ran away for the second time.


Soooo... Who's the unexpected follower? What will Swift's message reveal? (fake suspeeeeeeeeeence!) What will become of the resistance?