War is hard for a man. It cuts off the soul of a person. No one can survive it until they leave behind their sanity they said. A princess lost in a rebellion. She lead her life in comfort of her castle but reality was harsher for her. She was thought to be dead by her country but she returned as a knight for the king.

Armor Queen

A strong stench of burning wood filled the surroundings darkening the air around them. 


“They planned this at least. If we did not listen to them, they would burn the very thing that will save the commanders.” Lais murmured walking closer to the cart. 


The rest of the horse's unscratched horses and the prince’s cart were quickly pulled away from the fire. 


“Forgive us, Sir we failed to save the evidence report.” Kaizan walked to stand in front of the prince and kneeled. 


“This was something I suspected will happen. Just did not know when.” Lais bends over and helped Kaizan up patting his shoulder. 


“Do not blame yourself for the work of the enemy.” He sighed looking at the burning cart. It was a bit ball of flame like a haystack when set ablaze. 


“It is time we move. We should not waste time any longer." Ghassan quickly approached the prince and helped him move to the carriage. 


Bk3: Ch– 50 Afzaish(pt-2)