"Find the families of those who have fallen after this battle. I forced them into this battle without telling them anything, and they remained loyal until the end. It’s the least we can do for them." Alfred’s voice was sombre as he looked at the camp full of tired n. Charles nodded in acknowledgent. The way he looked at Alfred had changed. He found a new level of respect for the child king after watching him today, seeing his plan work as well as it did.
"The casualties on their side were heavy. One more battle, and we should be able to return to the front."
"If that is the case, Charles, I have one order for you. This isn’t just coming from as a King but also as soone who wishes frot he benefit of the Ammary Kingdom. If I beco injured in this battle, chop Michael’s head off and rush to the front. End the war before focusing on my treatnt. His death is all that matters."
"But my lieg-"
"This is an order. You must understand that he is the sole reason for this war; his death ends it." Alfred turned and punched the man’s shoulder gently, his voice full of playfulness, "Besides, I don’t plan on dying. You forget the lord blesses ." Charles gritted his teeth, but his eyes shone with respect. He gave a deep exhale after being silent for a while.
"Understood, your Highness." He clenched his fists in annoyance, ’Forgive , brother, if this order ever has to be achieved.’ He silently thought as he watched Alfred departing.
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William looked at Snowid in the distance. The man’s aura and bloodlust could be felt from atop the hill. Despite this, he looked at the knight on his right more. He could tell that the man was dangerous. He gave a friendly aura, but William could see deeper than that. Years on the battlefield had honed this ability. "William." Raven walked next to him, looking down at the Commonwealth camp. "It’s been two days."
"Where has your faith gone, Raven? Snowid hasn’t beco serious because whatever he’s waiting for hasn’t happened yet. Trust our King the sa way he has trusted us."
Raven shook his head. He trusted Alfred but knew that blind confidence in him was dangerous during a ti of war. "That knight is always by his side. Should we send him to check the situation? He’s injured, but it’s healed enough."
William thought for a minute. On the one hand, Chris was a knight valued for the battle, but Alfred’s situation was very important. "Send him. Have Issac take his place. The boy could use the experience." Raven nodded, walking off to complete his orders.
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The sun rose again over the forest. Alfred stood in front of his soldiers. "Listen, my n, we finish this today. This ends with that traitor’s head. I thank you all for coming with to what seed like a certain death, but know this: you will all be respected as heroes after this war. Your families are taken care of if you fall. All I ask is. No, my order is to fight with everything you have. I will be with you all the way; if you die, I die; if you live, I live." He took a pause and looked at the n’s faces. The promise of their families being taken care of lit a fire in their eyes, and those without one let their greed for honour overpower them. The promise of the King to fight with them till the end showed he wasn’t sending them to their deaths, but that he was confident. Alfred nodded at this reaction. "LONG LIVE THE KINGDOM!" His voice echoed into the forest, being t by the voices of his soldiers. "We march."
Alfred led the group with Charles by his side. They knew Michael’s location, and the two groups would et on the dirt path. The journey was short, and the two t within an hour.
The air froze between the two groups. Michael walked forward, pushing his way through. He t Alfred’s eyes. Rage, hate and sadness. They erupted from his face as he looked at his nephew. Alfred raised his sword before dropping it. "Charge." His voice was full of confidence as he ran at Michael. No tactics or planning were here. It was a battle left to fate. The Commonwealth followed soon, charging at Alfred as a lee broke out.
Limbs flew as screams erupted all over. The Commonwealth soldiers felt fear, looking at the Kingdom’s soldiers, who seed to fight without fear. Those who faced Charles felt he was a God of War as he swung his two axes, fighting three n simultaneously.
Michael and Alfred engaged in battle. Their swords clashed against each other as they skillfully fought. No soldier wished to interrupt the two, focusing on those around. Michael showed experience. Alfred knew he would have lost if he had been in his pri condition, but that wasn’t the case. His breath was weak, and his strike lacked power. Alfred didn’t know what had happened to his uncle, but the way he was now was a shell of his past, blinded by rage and paranoia. The swords collided once again. Michael’s guard was weak as each strike Alfred caused was heavy. Slowly, he began to be overwheld.
One final strike and Michael dropped his sword. His hands shook with numbness. Alfred went to deliver the final strike. In monts, Michael’s mind spun. Despite his current mind, he had been in nurous battles. He didn’t flinch and dove at Alfred, tackling him to the floor. He threw a punch at his nose, breaking it. Reaching to his right, he picked up the broken blade and stabbed it into Alfred’s shoulder.
A shout reminiscent of a beast escaped Alfred’s mouth; his eyes turned bloodshot. The wound wasn’t deep, but it hurt him. He looked to the right, seeing the sword that he had dropped. His hand reached for it as Michael lifted his broken blade once again. Alfred stretched and grabbed the hilt. He swung it straight into Michael’s side.
Blood ca out of his mouth as he looked at his wound with wide eyes. Alfred didn’t hesitate and pulled his sword, stabbing it in Michael’s heart. The man looked deep into Alfred’s eyes and reached his hands for his throat. The hate in his eyes grew. "monster." His voice was weak, and his hands fell before they could grab his neck. His eyes slowly lost their life, but never their hatred for Alfred. It sent a shiver down his back.
Alfred kicked Michael’s body off him. "Prince Michael is dead. Drop your weapons. The war is lost." He shouted, stopping the conflict that erupted around him. The Commonwealth soldiers hesitated before dropping their swords. The will to fight had disappeared. Charles saw the wound on Alfred’s body and ran over to him. Alfred remained standing despite his eyes slowly closing. "Finish it." The words escaped his mouth before he collapsed onto Charles, who quickly caught him.
"Tie them up. Return to the front." He looked down at Micheal’s body after giving the order. With his free hand he swung his axe down, decapitating the corpse before grabbing the head and running off.
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