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

Lais snapped his head to the voice. He was pushed back with Egil in front of him, protecting him, blocking the attacks. From archers raining down arrows on the black kights to them moving back to watch the prince, the change was too quick for anyone to understand. The black knights used force in numbers and quickly attacked both sides. 


“Our reading was wrong.” Lais murmured in anger. They expected the attack to be in the main palace first and this place to be the last. However, the attack was easy, even after passing the main gate. 


“HOW CAN THEY DEFEAT THE ROYAL GUARDS IN THE MAIN BORDER SO QUICK?” Farad screamed from the ground. 


His question was unanswered; everyone was too busy to keep themselves alive. Atash was doing double time in his area, and the number of soldiers was very few in his place. He pushed the second prince back to the office and locked the door. 


“Your Highness, please stay inside.” Farad screamed back, knocking on the door. 


Bk3: Ch– 79 Vengeful(pt-1)