No this couldn't be happening. Kenna, I should have known. Now I am completely helpless and Catherine is about to be killed. Suddenly a small knife hurtled through the air finding its mark in Kenna's back. She cried out and fell forward on top of Catherine with the sword still pointed at Catherine. The men on top of me looked at each other I felt the pressure of their boots lessen. I saw my chance. I sprang to my feet. Now the men circled around me waiting to strike.
"Father!" I turned and saw Bash toss a knife towards me. Wait,Bash! How'd he get up here? I pushed that aside, I had to get to Catherine. She wasn't moving and there was a lot of blood. I didn't know if any or how much was Catherine's. The head man was fighting of Bash and I had all the others. I attacked. I dodged, struck, slashed, and stabbed my way thru those men. Bash defeated the head man. He stared at me in awe when he saw all the bodies lying on the ground around me.
"What I'm not that old." I said and then I turned and ran to Catherine. I knelt down beside her. I rolled Kenna off of her.
"Bash get rid of her and let the guests go."
"Right away." Bash came and picked up Kenna, he glanced down at Catherine, and left the room. I braced myself for the worst though I hopped that wasn't what I was going to find. I looked down at Catherine, she was pale and her breathing seemed a little labored. My gaze was drawn to her waist, not because it was beautiful, but because of the cut across it. Blood was gushing out of it. The sword wasn't stuck in it, thank goodness. The cut ran across one side of her waist to the other. Anger flooded through me, if Kenna wasn't dead already then she would be very soon. I moved her head to my chest, put my under her legs, and gently picked her up. I walked as fast as I dared, I could feel her, hot, sticky blood on my shirt. I burst into the infirmary and set her down. Nostradamus came running over. He knelt down beside her and looked at her wound. My patience slowly trickled away as he just stayed there looking at her.
"Well don't just stand there, do something." He looked at me, then back at Catherine.
"I'll do whatever I can, but I make no promises." He grabbed a Knife and cut away some of Catherine's dress. Her wound was worse then I had thought. It was an angry red color and swollen around the edges. I started pacing as he cleaned it. He was being painfully slow. I wanted him to hurry up, so Catherine would wake and let me see those beautiful hazel eyes. During my pacing I remembered a time when our positions were reversed.
I had out hunting when a stray arrow had struck me. Thats the only part I remember, but a servant told me the rest. The rest of my party had rushed me back to the castle, after they figured out what had happened. I was rushed to the infirmary while across the castle Catherine was being informed on what had happened. She then rushed to my side and didn't leave it. We had fought right before I had left. When I finally awoke she was there by my side.
I intend on being at her side too. Once Nostradamus finished cleaning the wound he left her side and I immediately filled it. I took her hand and started praying for her to wake up.