Or so the sword thought it would change everything.
It changed nothing.
Even if these were actually people, Louis only had one thing to do.
He only had to move forward.
They were finally reaching the castle, after long days of marching.
He was right next to the Countess, just slightly beside her.
And as he looked at her, he felt great sadness.
This is the final act of the tragedy, thought Louis.
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The castle stood in front of them.
It really was massive.
To think a couple of months ago he had defended it with his life.
And now they would make it theirs.
"Stop right there," said one of the guards.
The Countess gave the signal.
As a small group came towards the massive gates that guarded the city.
Louis was part of that group.
Many guards stood at the gate.
They had already seen the army get closer to the castle, and with speed had informed the king and prepared the defenses.