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Tears

Pt. III

Request: Please continue Knight and Tears... Well, probably it depends if there's nothing to add with Tears anymore, you may not. But if it's possible... And also continue Mahal Kita! I am also a Filipina. Mabuhay! :) - Burn'nPeril (Guest)

"No! No!" He struggled through the swarming mob and desperately reached for his sister's hand. "Lien! Lien, Lhoudevhic, she—Lhoudevhic!"

"Lawrence!"

She screamed as nobility and servants alike stampeded past. Covering her face, she sobbed, terrorized by the sound of windows breaking, the angry gunshots, and the memory of her beloved mother and father slumped over in their thrones, their white robes dyed scarlet and their smile and warmth stolen away forever. The sky burned red, and she could no longer see the stars her older brothers often pointed to as they told her bedtime stories, just as their father used to tell them. But now, she was all alone. Abandoned by two older brothers, she cried, hot tears streaming down her cheeks and fear chewing away at her. Her dress had been torn by someone in the chaos to escape the imperial palace, and there were bruises and scratches as people had clawed their way to the doors, desiring nothing more than to save their own lives.

Whimpering, she watched with wide eyes as the shadows loomed ever larger and the rough voices of the rebels came closer and closer. Scrambling underneath a small table, she scrunched herself up into a tiny trembling ball as she tried to block out the tinkling of broken glass and the crackling of a wild, hungry fire.

When she felt a pair of arms grab her, she opened her mouth to scream, when she found herself staring into a pair of familiar pale gray eyes.

"P-Pascao."

"Your Highness."

And before she could ask him what he was doing there, or how he had found her, he sprinted down the hallway. She held on tightly, peeking over his shoulder to see the grubby, violent peasants charge into the burning hallway. She gasped as they turn a sharp corner before bursting into a room she barely recognized to be the once-stately dining room."

"Princess, are you able to stand?"

"Pascao, what's—"

"Their Highnesses, Prince Lien and Prince Lawrence are in the royal kitchen. Do you remember the secret passageway?"

"Of course. I always use it to—"

"A Knight of the Round will escort your Highnesses to the Patriot Terminal. You are to board a train that will take you to somewhere safe. There's not much—"

"Pascao, what about Mom? Where is she? And where's Dad?"

"I…"

He stared at her, frozen, until the wall behind them opened and the crown prince scrambled out of the dark corridor. Picking up his younger sister, he nodded to his father's knight before passing her off to their brother.

"Thank you for your service, Pascao. You will be honored and remembered in the annals of the Republic history."

"Yes, Your Highness."

He turned away, careful to hide the tears in his eyes as he joined his siblings. Lawrence held their sister, soothing her as she kicked and scream, wailing for their parents, and Lien closed the door behind them as the Knight drew his sword…

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