Suddenly the carriage held to a breaking stop, losing its balance. Kaden peeked out the window to find blood dripping from the coachman's neck. “Hurry out the carriage and into the woods!” His tone turned to that of a Commander and curtly nodded, getting the seriousness of the situation she landed on the ground, Another bow went through her gown and struck the wheel, two more followed but that only made the carriage to fall. Kaden had already jumped out from the other side to the front taking control of the horse, Aaliyah tore her already ruined dress and turned it into a frock. The other shots couldn’t hit her, She ran into the forest, tactfully dodging the attacks and stayed behind the thickest tree which was secured with other thin ones surrounding the backwoods, it was dense and dark, not a shriek escaping the woods if trapped inside. But she was calming her heart down, aligning her thoughts and realising this might be her last chance. She didn’t harm him when she met him close within the palace walls, She quietly said into the dark. “Gus. I want Braxton. Right now. Alive.” In response she received the rustling of the leaves and a few leaves fell as the branch bobbed. But was aware, her call was heard.
Kaden on the other hand blew the emergency whistle and liberated the emergency smoke firing the cracker. In no time, his allied force had appeared out from the woods and the collision between the two teams started as a war.
Kaden was fully aware his princess was safe and sound, because if she isn’t, today. She wouldn’t have been yesterday either. Her father wouldn’t have left her alone with him without making sure of the against of it. Constant attacks happen everyday but the shadow guards are always on stand finishing off the assassinators without letting their masters get the gist of it. It’s only natural she is alive today and walks through all kinds of battlefields with utter confidence, everyday, without getting a scratch.
It had only caught her breath and the bruised boy landed on her feet. “If this isn’t my old Fiancée..” she smiled cold, her eyes icy blue.
“Wh-what!?” she croaked out in between sobs. “Jaq. Drag him away from me. I don’t want to come in contact with filth.” She says to particularly no-one blowing her nails clean but with a thud a lean man covered in shield and weapons on him landed on the ground behind Aaliyah and kicked the once to the side.
“No one can believe it. But you need to hear this anyways, just so you know why you’re dying at my hands today.” She said turning to Braxton. “You got the wrong man! I am the Prince! The Crown Prince!” He cried shielding his face with his arms.
“Oh then! We have the right one indeed.” She tunes.
“So” she started, ignoring his plea. “I fell for you, a year ago around this time in my previous life and it happened the king got us married after the banquet and my dad was cool about it. You kept cheating on me, even when you were committed to me. Twice in front of me after our marriage. My heart was big enough to forgive you time and time again believing your fake promises, I even swallowed down your constant curses for I couldn’t curse my love. But then you planned to get me killed with your lover, because she craved the title and glory. I walked into your trap and you had someone set the shop I visited on fire. I was burnt alive begging for you to save me, but none came. Your hands were clean. What a tragedy.” She squatted down, taking off pins and bands from the nest of her hair.
“In short, that moment had a great impact on my soul, enough to resent you the greatest I ever did someone. Pity I can’t dirty my hands with your blood. I’m too pure and lazy.” Braxton lied there Shocked, gaping as everything bounced off his head.
“You crazy woman! Wouldn’t you be dead then! You’re a Psycho! Taking my life for your fable! Where’s the logic in that!?” he struggled in his bounds.
“You cheated.” She uttered plainly.
“Gus. Cut off those fingers covered in filth that dared to touch my skin.” She picked up a fallen twig and started craving nonsensical drawings on the surface of the soil.
“Wait! You’re listening to her nonsense!??..No.. don’t!” without any delay the man knelt down and gripped his wrist tight “No!..please!!” and slid his dagger across his fingers. Braxton cried loud and moist.
“Of both hands.” She clarified. Deaf to his plea, resounding in her ears was her own cries lulling in fire.
A prick more and The blood was now an endless pool of blood formed from both his hands.
“Now I want to hear the sound of his arms, Breaking. Thrice.”
Braxton Gulped and cried tears of blood. His Throat clogged but Gus and Jaq were already onto twisting his elbows from both the sides.
Then came dislocating his shoulder bones. Next they twisted his wrists. His throat was dry from constant begging and pleading.. chanting god’s name, calling for his father. But everything in vain.
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