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I can't believe that you still read and following this story! I am so touched! Thank you so much for the support and the reviews! They are much appreciated! I am not sure if I did this chapter right, I am bad at writing fight scenes I do hope you'll forgive me for the lack of descriptions. T_T

I do hope you'll like what I did to Anna here.

To all those who are waiting for the. . . thing to happen, don't worry I am with you guys, I am also waiting for myself when to do that. XD

I hope you all like this chapter!

Warning for violence and language.

A man on horseback was in a rush in the middle of the forest. He had to do what he was asked to do or else he would be hanged.

"Hya! Hya!" he urged his horse to go faster as he heard another horse galloping behind him.

Looking back he made an abrupt turn so he could lose whoever was chasing him.

"Hya! Hya!" the man shouted. Looking back again, the man was gone. He let out a sigh of relief but soon he felt something prick his arm. "Ah!" the next thing he saw was black.

Incessant knocking on the massive door of House Tremaine had echoed in the whole manor house, it made the matriarch of the house stirred in her sleep. She ignored it, it might've been a lunatic knocking on people's door in an ungodly hour. The knocking stopped and she was falling back to sleep when the knocking continued, on her own door this time.

Lady Tremaine irritably sat up.

"What in Hel's name you want?!"

"Pardon me, MLady. We have guests." a servant said from outside.

The matriarch's ire rose in an instant. "Then tell those bloody guests that it's not the time!"

"I-I- Pardon me M'Lady, Baroness Gothel said it's urgent."

Lady Tremaine clenched her teeth in annoyance, even if they could be seen as allies on the outside but on the inside she despised the woman. Baroness Gothel was a sly battleaxe woman ever since her boys were born. The way she looked at herself as if she was the most powerful woman in the land where in truth she was just a mistress of a dead man, the very same man who had put them all in this precarious situation.

As mother of Anastasia, she had to assert the rights of her daughter who bears the blood of the great kings of Arendelle. She wanted all the things they were entitled with, just like Princess Riella's manor house in the capital. Lady Tremaine did whatever she could to obtain that property befit her daughter's station as princess of Arendelle, even if she wasn't officially. If it weren't for those meddling bitches, her daughter could've had Eldr Duchy instead while the other bastards could fight over the bloody throne.

Lady Tremaine was frustrated on how they were treated recently, especially now they were having financial difficulty because she and Baroness Gothel had pooled their wealth to hire an army and bribe other noble families to declare their support for her daughter and the twins. Even though both matriarchs had pulled an effort, it still looked like Lady Tremaine was treated as subservient to the Stabbingtons.

The woman pushed her anger and frustration down and fixed herself up by wearing her robe and greeting her 'guests' with zero enmity.

As Lady Tremaine passed through the hall, her attention was caught by the torch lights outside the window. Her eyes widened in horror at the sight of the men bearing arms.

What did they do?! She asked herself. Surely they didn't think of taking on the royal bitches of Arendelle prematurely?

Lady Tremaine sped walked towards one of the drawing rooms, where her guests were in.

Once the door was opened, she was greeted by the Stabbingtons who truly made themselves at home as they drank tea so casually. Lady Tremaine greeted them politely as she could.

"Baroness, I didn't expect you to call on me this early." Lady Tremaine eyed the twins who had their feet up on the table in front of them, not bothering to greet her in her own home. She sat down on one of the plush chairs.

Baroness Gothel's brows furrowed.

"I did send a messenger to let you know that we'll be stopping by until reinforcements arrive." Baroness Gothel stated.

"My imbecile servants must've lost it." Lady Tremaine shrugged.

"You should fire them, such inconvenience shouldn't be tolerated at this crucial time." one of the twins stated.

"I think I can manage my own household, thank you." Lady Tremaine icily replied. "What happened?" She turned her attention to the Baroness.

"The wench had made contact with that harpy of a Duchess, the very thing I told her not to do but alas she's disappointing as always, as her daughter." Baroness Gothel took a sip from her tea and smirked. "So I had no other choice but to teach them a lesson."

"What did you do?" Lady Tremaine asked, with a hint of apprehension in her tone.

"I lit up their place with a little fire." the Baroness gleefully stated.

Lady Tremaine shot up from her seat. "Have you lost mind?!" she exclaimed. "Do you think this will go unnoticed by them?!"

"No. And that is why we must strike while the iron is still hot. I've sent for our reinforcements, we will storm the Duchy as soon as they arrive. The usurper and that little bird are outnumbered from ten to one once we have our full force; if they ask for reinforcement from the capital they won't arrive on time."

Lady Tremaine didn't expect such development.

"What do we do?" she asked the Baroness.

"We would need supplies, a lot of them. Also ropes to tie those vixens with as men have their way with them. And I think we can eat lunch at the Eldr dining hall today." The Baroness' wicked smile was truly disturbing.

Lady Tremaine had reached the point of no return the moment they made the agreement of placing her daughter in her rightful place with the help of this wicked family. All she could do now was see how it would end and hopefully it would be in their favor.

She looked outside the window, dawn was approaching. Dawn symbolizes new beginnings, maybe this was their new beginnin-

"M'Lady!" a man burst inside the room. He was disheveled and white as a sheet.

The man's overlords looked at him.

"What is it?" Baroness Gothel asked with a frown.

"They- they are." he gulped. "H-He-"

"Oh speak up you idiot!" the eldest of the twins shouted.

"The Queen is-"

Clang

Clang

The four nobles heard the clamoring outside, then rushed to look at the window and there they saw that platinum blonde haired woman on horseback as she cut down her enemies one by one.

Hours ago.

The eastern forest was thick and lush, a perfect place to hide from enemies and also a dangerous place to be in for they did not know what was hiding behind those trees and thick foliage. Elsa and the rest had decided to make camp at the small clearing in the middle of the eastern forest. The men dismounted and put up tents and had relied on the light from the moon to illuminate their surroundings after putting out their torches to avoid being seen by enemy scouts. She assisted Anna on dismounting and had led her on the side to talk. She wanted to spend time with Anna even for a short while before they went to quell this rebellion. Elsa couldn't help but think how much she wanted to be back in Arendelle castle and spend more time together.

"This is where we shall leave you, the Count and Lord Solskinn will protect you. I'll also leave Captain Hofferson as your personal guard." Elsa caressed Anna's face.

"I know and thank you." Anna held Elsa's gloved hand. "When this is over, I am hoping we should talk more."

"About?"

"Us." Anna shyly uttered. "I want to talk more about us, about our new found feelings for each other and where we should go from there.

Elsa kissed the back of Anna's hand. "Of course." She was sublimely happy, however their current predicament prevented her from reveling in it. "Anna, I am leaving you in charge while I am away."

"What?" Anna was stunned. "I-It's an honor but are you sure?"

"I am sure." Elsa knew leaving Anna in charge was a far better choice than one nobleman whom she couldn't trust. "Everything will be sorted out once I have them in my custody. A swift execution for the Stabbingtons and their allies."

"Including the Tremaines?" Anna asked.

"If they are proven to be guilty of treason." Elsa said, but she was sure they had some involvement in all this-

"They are." Anna firmly stated, she squeezed Elsa's hand.

Elsa almost smiled at Anna but she refrained herself from doing so, and had Anna explain what she meant. "Go on."

"The night of my investiture, I heard them muttering about some kind of agreement between them if ever one of their family managed to secure the Duchy for themselves."

"Interesting." Elsa knew it wouldn't be far-fetched for those two to collude into some schemes that could earn them power, wealth and prestige. She could only see a few possible outcomes, but one of them involved marriage. It was likely those half-siblings marry each other to solidify their claim. Quite disturbing and unconventional compared to cousins marrying cousins. A pair of Elsa's own ancestors were cousins, her parents were distant cousins, even she and Anna were distant cousins. Royal family relations tend to get mixed up once marriage is brought into the equation.

"There's a high probability that they are involved, one way or another."

Elsa gave Anna a proud smile. "And I completely agree with you. All we have to do now is to have solid evidence-" a familiar sound of a high pitched whistle reached Elsa's ears. "I have to go, please keep yourself safe." she kissed Anna's forehead before turning away.

She took a couple of steps when her coat was yanked by Anna and turned her before giving her a searing kiss. Elsa was surprised but she reciprocated the kiss with fervor. Elsa held Anna so close, flushing their bodies together. She could feel Anna's hands sliding their way up to wrap themselves around Elsa's neck. Their kiss was so deep and slow, both not wanting to pull away but they had to.

"I love you." Anna whispered. "Be safe please." her voice cracked, prompting Elsa to pull her into a tight hug.

"I love you too Kjæreste." Elsa whispered into Anna's ear. "Yes I will. I promise." she left Anna a kiss on her temple before pulling away.

"I'll be back." Elsa smiled and caressed Anna's face tenderly.

"You better be." Anna shed tears but wiped them immediately as smiled back.

Elsa proceeded to mount her horse while giving out orders and gave Anna another smile before turning away.

The army departed, leaving few well trained men to guard her wife. Elsa would make sure there won't be anyone who would dare undermine their authority after this, unless they want to lose their lives.

Two men on horseback were going in their direction. Marshall whistled for a couple of seconds before it was answered by the man in a distinct pattern that only them would know.

"They're ours" Marshall said and had met the man in the middle. The said men gave him two sealed letters.

Elsa rushed to them and took the letters.

"Dearest Donna,

We're on our way there. Have everything ready for pulling the rug under those bitches.

Regards,

-G." Elsa read the letter.

"Who's Donna?" Marshall asked.

"Lady Madonna Tremaine." finally a proof to pluck out those weeds from a prosperous field. "Our pass to have their heads." a calm smile found its way on Elsa's lips. "Change of plans, we ought to visit Lady Tremaine, I hope she has a nice breakfast to serve."

She read the other letter.

"H, send our men on our way. We will march to Eldr castle soon as possible. - G" Elsa passed the letters back to Marshall and said. "I never find human heads as proper decorations but I'll make an exception this time."

Marshall noticed her tight grip on the reins of her horse.

Anna sat on a tree stump then standing up moments later, only to sit again. She was restless since Elsa and the others marched. She didn't know what was happening, and anxiety had been eating her.

"Your Grace." Anna looked up and she was presented a piece of chocolate by the Count.

Anna gave him a confused look but took it nonetheless. "Thank you." She took a bite and she immediately recognized the taste, but couldn't figure out how in the world she recognized the slight bitterness. Her eyes then found the Count smiling down upon her.

"I used to bring you some when you were four, whenever I visited."

"Really?" Anna popped the rest into her mouth, savoring the unique taste of the confection. She barely remembers anything when she was at that age.

"Really." The Count sat on the wooden log next to her. "It seemed you and Her Majesty managed to reconcile after what happened in the red drawing room." he casually stated.

"Yeah." Anna answered.

"Good. I wouldn't want you two to have a distant relationship. I genuinely want you to be happy with your marriage. Something I had wished for my sister to have, but alas we all know how that turned up." the Count sighed.

"You loved your sister, I mean it's obvious from the way you spoke about her." Anna smiled.

"I do." the Count smiled genuinely. "You bear some resemblance to your grandmother whenever you smile, but mostly you resemble your mother."

Anna casted her eyes on the ground, not knowing she was being observed by the Count. "What was she like? My mother."

"She was the epitome of grace and beauty. Many pursued her but she only loved your father. And of course your father loved her in return, but due to her low rank your grandfather opposed their union."

That was new. Anna didn't know that.

"Did that vile man intend to separate my parents?" Anna's tone was rather pissed, surprising the Count.

"He did, he long planned to have your father wed a princess and he had a suitable candidate in mind."

"Who was it?"

"Princess Iduna of Corona."

Anna almost had a whiplash as she turned her head to look at the Count. "Elsa's mother?"

"Yes, but his plan failed because King Olav didn't wait for Her Majesty's parents to come of age to be engaged, I think the late Duke was only fourteen as well as the late Duchess, then princess. The moment Her Majesty's paternal grandfather died, King Olav immediately had set up the young Duke and his niece's engagement, in secret. Only a few trusted people were in it. Her Majesty's late paternal grandmother, Duchess Vivian, the royal family of Corona, the Duke and me. Your grandfather sent multiple proposals to the Coronan royal family but always got rejected, four years later the announcement of marriage took place, that's when your grandfather started to resent the late King and was later on fueled even more by making Duke Agnarr his heir."

Anna frowned, did the late Duke of Eldr plan to gain foreign power by having his son marry into a foreign royal family? That's likely what he had in mind knowing how power hungry he was.

"Even if the late Duchess was already engaged to be married, that didn't stop your grandfather from looking for other high ranking noble ladies and princesses, but your father married your mother against his wishes." the Count continued.

Anna almost smirked. "My father made the right choice of not following that man's orders."

"Indeed he had. And you are the result of that choice."

Anna chuckled. "Yeah."

The Count stared at her, as if hesitating to say what he wanted to say.

"Is there something wrong?" Anna asked.

"No. Nothing. It's just. . . how are you two getting on?"

Anna smiled. "We're okay." she simply responded, not wanting to elaborate anything about her and Elsa's relationship.

"Good, good. So did you two try. . . you know, again?"

Anna blinked a couple of times, not sure what the Count was asking her. "What?"

"I am asking if you two tried to have a child."

Anna's face turned red in split seconds. She recalled her vivid dream and what happened in the random room hours before.

"Wha-I-uh." Anna couldn't string proper words to say.

The Count laughed heartily. "My word! I didn't mean to embarrass you." he placed his hand on Anna's head. "I was just distracting you from whatever that plagues your mind, rendering you restless." He gave her a fatherly smile. "I know you are worried about her and that's alright. You have every right to be worried since she's not only the Queen but also she's your spouse. Seeing how you reacted, I can only assume you both had progressed into something more."

Anna couldn't find the words to respond other than nodding her head slightly, because it was all true. She and Elsa had progressed into something much more wonderful. It was making her heart burst with joy but there was a mix of fear, the fear of losing such an unparalleled feeling of love.

"It was like watching my nephew discover budding new feelings for your mother. I do hope you'll make each other happy despite your initial meeting." the Count took his hand away.

"I hope so too." Anna timidly stated. "But how did you know?"

"I guess pulling the Queen into a passionate kiss was a dead give away." and with that Anna brought her hand to her face to cover her blushing face, earning another heartily laugh from the Count.

"Try to tone it down a little or else this man's old heart might give in because of shock. Seeing my grandniece defiling the Queen instead of the other way around would put me into a premature death." he teased.

"M'lord, there's no defiling going on." Anna glared at him, it would've been effective if it weren't for the shade of red dusting her cheeks.

"If you say so little Duchess." he chuckled, however he abruptly stopped and stood up as he heard something.

"Do you hear that?" he asked.

Anna wasn't sure what he was talking about until she tuned at the approaching sound.

Horses. A lot of them.

"Men! On your guard!" the Count ordered the men.

Anna stood up and drew Elsa's sword. Her heart raced, knowing these people could bring danger to them.

They waited for the people on horseback to come where they were but feminine screams reached their ears.

"We have to help them!" Anna said to the Count, as she walked towards the sound of screaming women.

"No! We shouldn't interfere." said Lord Solskinn, who rushed to her side.

"What?" Anna asked incredulously, she felt a sudden ire rise within her. "We have the means to help them and yet you refused to do so?"

Lord Solskinn calmly responded. "We are only prioritizing your safety."

Anna gritted her teeth. She was pissed, incredibly so. How dare this person, a mere Lord, had yet to inherit the title of ailing father, Viscount Solskinn, had the audacity to overrule what she wanted to do. There's nothing wrong with securing her safety but there were people in need. Anna would be damned to let anyone die just because this man said it was for her sake.

"Captain Hofferson I order you to-" before Anna could finish her command a piercing scream interrupted her.

"Help!"

Without second thoughts, Anna rushed where the sound came from followed by her guards with the Count and then she heard another high pitch scream.

"NOOOOO!"

"Captain Hofferson!" Anna called out. The men ran past her

Anna followed Captain Hofferson onto the scene, there was an unconscious woman with blood dripping from her temple by roots of the tree. She then witnessed five men in the process of unbuttoning their breeches, while the one of them was already pinning the woman.

Anna was horrified by what she saw. It was Lady Giselle.

Captain Hofferson immediately pulled the man away from the poor lady in time before anything irreversible could happen and thrust his sword through the vile man's gut. Anna quickly assisted Lady Giselle.

"Come here. You're safe now." the poor lady cried. Her clothes were tattered, barely covering her privates. "Someone please help the other woman! Take her to the camp!" one of the guards followed her order and took the bleeding woman.

Anna's anger rose as she helped Lady Giselle to stand on her feet, leaving her guards to deal with those soulless men. While helping the poor woman, a man tried to attack her with his sword, but Anna quickly deflected by raising her own before the man was stabbed from the back by Captain Hofferson.

Captain Hofferson had caught the enemies off guard, they barely managed to take out their weapons. They were killed like lambs. Anna started to shed her military coat when the good captain stopped her and gave his coat instead.

"Thank you." Anna said to the captain and draped the coat over Lady Giselle's shoulders to cover her modesty. "Come." She held the sobbing lady in her arms and led her to their camp, however the lady could barely walk because of shock.

"Your Grace, if you would allow me." Captain Hofferson offered to carry the lady. He went closer but Lady Giselle flinched. Both Anna and Captain Hofferson noticed that.

"No, but thank you." Anna smiled weakly and held Lady Giselle firmly and walked away from the good captain.

Once they reached the camp, one of her men was tending to the other lady's wounds.

Anna assisted Lady Giselle into one of the tents and sat her down on a low stool. "My word." she mumbled as she saw the forming bruises on her body. "I'll have someone tend to your wounds and-"

"PROTECT THE DUCHESS!" someone shouted before the clashing of swords filled her ears. Anna picked up her sword and went outside of the tent and saw men armed with swords fighting her contingent of guards provided by the Queen.

Anna didn't think twice and gripped it tightly and swung it the moment an enemy sword was coming her way.

Elsa and her army reached the Tremaine territory after a long march; she immediately saw the men gathered outside the walls of the manor house, with the gates wide open, as the light from the rising sun slowly illuminated the surroundings. She rarely gave opportunities for the enemies to surrender but this was not one of them.

"Archers!" Elsa called as she pulled the reins of her horse to a stop. "Loose!" she shouted and a volley of arrows from the middle of their ranks rained upon the enemies within range.

The first volley of arrows had announced their arrival, the enemies geared up and charged at them without considering their formation. "Nock!" Marshall ordered, the archers once again nocked arrows on their bows and drew the bowstrings. "Loose!"

The charging men fell on their knees as rain of arrows pierced their flesh.

"Cavalry! Infantry!" Elsa drew her ancestor's sword. "Charge!"

Elsa kicked the side of her horse and charged towards the chaotic enemy lines, cutting her way in limb from limb.

The blood was splattering everywhere. She didn't hesitate to behead the men who fought for the people who had threatened the life of her wife. She made it her personal choice to be seen as a bloodthirsty monster if that meant no harm would come to the people she cared for.

Marshall had led the men to charge into the front lines, pushing back the enemies inside the manor's courtyard.

Half of their men were inside while the other half were outside the castle walls, fighting for their Queen.

An arrow from the enemies whizzed past her as she reached the middle of the courtyard. Elsa was almost thrown out of her horse if it weren't for her tight grip. She had no choice but to dismount because she was vulnerable to archers if she stayed on her horse.

The moment she dismounted a man ran towards her with his sword at a ready. Elsa flourished her sword cutting the man open, blood splashed on her already blood soaked coat. She didn't bother to wipe the blood speckled on her face.

This was nothing compared to the pirate raids she ended, nor the encounter with Runeard's army.

There were four men surrounded her, Elsa quickly incapacitated one of the men by a swift flick of her hand, slashing the man's neck, before yanking the bleeding man into her and used him as a meat shield against the three blades that followed her every move in hopes of impaling her.

She took the dead man's sword then pushed the carcass towards them with force, making them unable to pull their sword out from the flesh of their comrade in time. Elsa took this opportunity to gut the three men open using the two swords in her hands.

Elsa turned her attention to Eric who was making his way up the stairs of the foyer of the manor house, fighting his way in.

Two succeeding arrows flew past her, she looked up and saw one of the twins aiming for her from one of the massive windows.

"Close the gates!" Baroness Gothel frantically ordered, however the people in charge of the gates were long dead and her men weren't paying any attention to her.

Elsa made eye contact with the Baroness, the Baroness retreated inside.

"Your Majesty!" Marshall called as he threw one of their men's bow to her direction. "Look out!" he warned.

Elsa was quick on her feet, barely evading the arrow that embedded itself on one of the wooden pillars behind her. She picked up the bow Marshall threw at her and pulled the arrow from the pillar and nocked it on her bow. She moved from one place to the other as more arrows came her way. She hid herself out of view from the bastard at the window.

"Die!" a man from behind her shouted as he raised his sword in her direction. Elsa quickly pulled the string of her bow and shot the arrow in close proximity, killing the man as the arrow buried itself so deep in the man's throat.

Elsa didn't waste any time and pulled out the bloodied arrow and used it to load her bow, ignoring pieces of flesh sticking on it. She moved to peek at the bastard and sure enough, the moment her platinum blonde hair was in sight, the youngest of the twins shot his arrow, Elsa then quickly turned to the other side of the pillar and aimed at the man who was already loading his bow. She pulled the bowstring at its limit and released the arrow before the bastard could even nock his own on his bow, hitting him straight to the eye.

"MY SON!" Baroness Gothel screamed at the top of her lungs as she witnessed how her son fell over the window down to the bloodied pavement on top of the other corpses. Elsa showed herself to the Baroness with the bow in her hand, showing it was her who did it.

Anna panted as she wiped the blood on her face, they were surrounded and outnumbered by the men who named themselves as the loyal guards of the true heir of Eldr dukedom. Apparently Baroness Gothel ordered her men to track down Lady Giselle and her mother into five different groups composed of six men in each group. These groups met in the middle of eastern forest and stumbled upon their dead comrades who were slain just a few meters away from where their camp was. Her contingent of guards was composed of fifteen soldiers, one captain and two nobles, while their opponents were far more superior in numbers and well equipped too.

The moment Anna came out of the tent, she already saw a few of her men already bleeding and unconscious, the Count of Isles was doing his best to fend off the attackers, as well as Lord Solskinn. Anna was not given a choice of not joining the fray since the moment she was seen out in the open, the swords of the enemies were pointed at her.

Her heart was beating erratically since she would have to kill this person in front of her if wanted to survive. With a shaky breath Anna had blocked the first sword coming in her way, their swords gave out a sharp and loud shrill that it was almost deafening at the contact. She kicked the man on his gut to push him away but the man barely moved from his spot. He smirked and pushed his sword with force in hope of injuring Anna's hand, however Anna fists her free hand and punched his throat. The man gasped for air and stumbled backwards giving Anna the opportunity to thrust her sword into the man's flesh. She let out a shaky breath. She told herself that she had to do it in order to survive.

She turned to the others who also wanted to take credit for killing her on top of their original task of tracking Lady Giselle and taking her life too. She parried with them and managed to injure them severely, however her own men were dying one by one until only few remained together with Captain Hofferson and the two nobles, which led her to the current predicament of being outnumbered.

Anna's sweat mixed with the blood of the enemy was sticking on her skin. She was panting, her stamina wasn't good as before. The Count of Isles, Lord Solskinn and a few soldiers were in front of her, shielding her from any attacks. They were the ones who were left while there were still below fifteen enemies.

"Surrender now or else." the leader of the men said.

"Not until I die." Count of Isles stated with deep anger in his voice.

"So be it, old man. Attack!" The man shouted and his men ran towards the four of them.

Anna gritted her teeth and tightened her grip on her sword. She was somehow relieved she managed to tell Elsa how she felt before this happened, at least Elsa knew that she loved her and wanted to be with her. She wanted to spend her lifetime with her Queen so she had to survive this no matter how the odds had turned against them.

Anna and the rest were ready to fight their way until the end, they blocked and parried against their enemies.

"Argh!" Lord Solskinn groaned, the enemy sword had nicked his arm. The enemy smirked and raised his sword to kill the Lord Solskinn when an arrow had pierced the man's flesh.

A battle cry reached Anna's ears as she had her sword raised blocking the enemy, her eyes landed on the angry face of Olaf with his sword already impaling whoever dared to block his way. Anna felt a sudden relief.

"Ha you think you can win you bitch?!" The man pulled away only to strike her once again with so much force that Anna had to bend her knees as she was being forced downwards.

Anna's jaw clenched and her knees would give in any moment and they did. She was forced to kneel because of the pressure.

"That's it. Kneel just like a whore." the man smirked.

Anna had her head down before looking up with a smirk of her own.

"What the-" before the man could finish his sentence, Anna had pulled the dagger from her boot and stabbed the man's side, burying the blade down to the hilt. The man howled in pain and Anna pushed him away and slit his throat.

Anna pulled the dagger out of the man's body and was ready to strike another enemy but Olaf held the man by the throat and stabbed him.

It was over.

She wiped the splattered blood from her chin and stared at the bejeweled dagger given by the Queen.

"Your Grace! I apologize for my tardiness." he had this solemn expression as he eyes their fallen men.

"No need to, you came just in time." Anna said. "But do you have a healer? We found Lady Giselle and an older woman, I presume she's her mother. She was hurt and bleeding, as well as Lord Solskinn." Anna said in a rush.

"I can do it." Olaf smiled. "Captain Hofferson, have our men collect our dead. If you'll excuse me." Olaf excused herself and attended to the wounded.

"Thank you-" Anna barely finished her words before collapsing.

"Your Grace!" Olaf caught her in time.

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