Lucille's POV
I saw four people who seem to be entering the village. I was already tired, but I have to fight. But when those people turned around and sprinted towards me, I was scared at first. But as they draw closer, my feet suddenly turn to jelly.
As soon as Arnold catches me in his arms, I melt. I finally acknowledge how tired and painful my wounded feet are.
"We have to get inside. They're drawing closer!" I exclaimed. He grabs my waist and looks at me.
"Wrap your arms and legs around me, honey. We'll take care of them. Don't worry. You're safe now. You've done a great job..."
His baritone and soothing voice had calmed me. I finally realize how tired and scared I was. "I'll grab the sword," Prince Gregory says. He took the sword in my hands.
"I'll take the dagger," my husband utters. Then pass the gun to Kalix, but he refused.