Michael

I slam my fist on Rae's chambers doors, sword in hand, ready for a fight. I am going to kill all of them or die trying.

No. I'm just going to kill them all.

With the door hitting the wall behind it, they all stare at me, wondering how I escaped. I hold my weapon in the air, letting them know I am not going down without a fight.

Actually, I'm not going down at all. They are.

They grab weapons of their own and charge me. I do not wait for them to come to me. I will bring myself to them. I want this whole thing done and over with.

One swings his sword way above his head, intending to smash it on my skull. Stupid idiot. He is wasting his time showing off like that. His sword strikes mine, creating a dozen mini sparks that fall to the carpet and threaten to ignite it. Slipping under his blade, I lift my knee to his gut and shove my sword in his stomach before he is even on the ground.

I can tell they were not expecting me to be ready for this much of a fight. Another brave soul tries his hand at murdering me. He does not even get the chance to challenge me. With one swipe of my sharp blade, he lies beside his fallen brother, blood spurting from his neck wound.

Why are they even still trying? They do not have a reason. They have no drive, no passion. They do not have a reason to keep going.

Though, now that I think about it, neither do I at this point. With Rae dead, what am I anymore? Who am I? My entire life was spent devoted to her and her family. My life's work was to support her kingdom. With her gone, what does that leave of me?

A shell of a man, thats what.

I hardly even look at the men anymore. My vision is blurred. I am fighting for Rae's honor but she will not be around to see it. I shake my head and break out of my daze. I need to focus if I am to eliminate them as threats. By the time I come to, three more men lie dead around my feet.

One man stands between me and victory. One, single, pathetic man. He is practically shaking in his shoes. He holds his dagger up, putting up a brave front even though I see right through him and I think he knows it too. I shake my head and lift my sword, plunging it through his chest. He does not fight death. Instead, he lets it come for him with ease. He knows this is the end for him.

With all of the remaining men dead, I realize I have won. They were quickly slain and the threat has effectively been eliminated.

But what does that mean for me?

I should be happy. I should be thrilled having won the castle back from siege but I am devastated.

Ending the coup will leave the castle quiet and lonely. Without Rae's beauty of personally to fill it, the halls will be empty.

How am I supposed to go on without her?

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