"It was Lord Patrick's doing."

There was silence. Tension stiffly filled the air almost making it to hard to breathe.

"No. Father... He would never. I know he resented Tyron but not to the point of killing him." Vorn looked enraged, beyond pissed off.

"Listen to me Vorn, I fucking saw it with my own two bloody eyes as that man decapitated your beloved half brother, my Commander! He is a traitor, an enemy to the kingdom! I don't care if he is your father but he betrayed us and is working with the enemy!" Jessie spoke harshly. I got a little intimidated. It was completely opposite from his soft, friendly goofy mood that I was so used to. I know he has been greatly affected by Warren's death.

Nothing was said for a while after that. Jessie move the still unconscious enemy solider and tied him onto the back of his horse. He then motioned for me to get on one of the other two horses. We needed to move.

Both him and I mounted and I gazed back down at Vorn who seemed to be glaring daggers at the ground. I looked back at Jessie who just shrugged, turned away and began galloping off.

"Are you going come with us? I'm assuming we are heading back to the camp..." I looked back at Vorn unsure of what his response might be.

"You go on. I will keep up. I need to cool off anyways." I was a little confused at his response but turned around and caught up to Jessie anyways.

I was startled when I heard the rustling of branches beside us. We were moving fast yet Vorn was definitely keeping up.

He was moving incredibly quickly as he launched himself from tree to tree with such precision almost like a monkey and every now and then he would land on the ground and run until gaining momentum and swinging himself over obstacles. It was a sight to see. Just who is this guy. He was like some sort of highly trained acrobat with his rapid flexible movements. Just who is this kid?

After a while I guess he seemed to 'cool off' or something because before I realised it, he had launched himself onto the back of my horse landing with a soft thud.

"I hope you don't mind." He spoke softly. Panting slightly.

I wasn't to bothered. I was more concerned about Jessie's current emotional state and I was still heavily mourning. We all were I guess.

It took a while but we did eventually reach camp again well off into the late afternoon. When we arrived, it looked like the camp was packing up, the patrol let us pass. Jessie, Vorn and I immediately dismounted and headed into the direction of one of the main tents that was still up. Jessie was pushing along the prisoner who had just recently gained conscious and wouldn't stop laughing like a mad man. It was annoying and rather creepy.

Jessie shoved him through the opening of the tent with his boot. The man didn't stop laughing as he roughly hit the ground but instead laughed harder if anything. It was drawing attention from the soldiers running about around us.

"What the hell happened?" I recognised that beautiful voice immediately. Prince Edward. His majesty stood behind a table and was currently folding up a map when he was interrupted with this intrusion.

"Dearest cousin, is it true? Tyron I mean." Vorn walked in getting straight to the point. He still looked pissed off and unwilling to accept reality.

Jessie slammed his foot down onto the enemy soldiers jaw shoving his face further into the ground and effectively shutting him up.

Prince Edward frowned and looked away as a saddened look passed his eyes.

"I'm sorry Vorn... We were betrayed. Your father did this; I did not want to believe it either."

"Fuck." Vorn stepped out for a bit.

There was silence until choking and wheezing sounds could be heard from the captive, Prince Edward's brown eyes shifted back.

"Your Highness. We ran into some trouble within a few hours after our departure." Jessie bowed as he spoke. I followed in suit. Bowing next to him. It felt strange. I would have curtsied but that would have been awkward.

"Rise."

We both stood straight.

"We unfortunately encountered a few enemy scouts and were attacked. Both... Both Warren and Ms Alice met their deaths." Jessie's voice wavered near the end.

Prince Edward gaze sharpened ever so slightly in anger at this news.

"Fortunately I managed to capture this man but Your Majesty if I may, I would like to interrogate him myself with your given permission."

I knew why Jessie asked this. This man was after all Warren's killer. I frowned slightly.

Prince Edward nodded and Jessie dragged the man out. At that moment Vorn walked back in.

"I need to report to you cousin regarding my findings on the mission you sent me on."

I took it as my que to leave but before I could Prince Edward stopped me.

"Wait Ms Black. Speak Vorn."

"As you recall the mission you sent me on a week ago was gathering information of enemy movements in the capital. As you suspected there are a few rats and which you now confirmed," he looked away for a moment trying to compose himself, "my father being one of them... I managed to extract a few minor details from one of the traitors before silencing him for good. There is talk of an attack happening soon on the capital, that is all."

I heard a scream coming from outside. It must have been Jessie's doing.

Prince Edward's eyebrows scrunched together slightly in thought.

"Thank you, you are dismissed."

Vorn gave a nod and disappeared out the tent again. Prince Edward walked past me following Vorn out. I followed after about six steps behind him.

We stopped in front of Jessie who had a raged animalistic look in his eyes. The captured enemy solider in front of him was a bloody mess, he was gasping for air and coughing up blood as he pitifully tried to crawl across the ground away from Jessie in an attempt to escape his onslaught of punches and kicks.

"Stop." Prince Edward ordered.

"What are your motives?" Prince Edward asked the beaten up soldier.

The solider tried to laugh but ended up coughing some more. "As if I would tell you."

Prince Edward gave a look to Jessie. Jessie nodded a pulled out a knife approaching the man who looked a tad bit nervous but tried to hide it by having a smug cocky look grace his features.

What happened next was painful to watch. Jessie stood on the man by placing his foot between his shoulder blades and yanking his arm up. I heard a slight pop as he successfully dislocated his shoulder.

Jessie then took the knife and used it to start slowly peeling off the man's fingernails. He screamed so loudly. I couldn't watch.

I turned my head away and felt like throwing up. The man continued to scream. His cries falling on deaf ears.

"S-S-STOP... Please." He managed to wheeze out. "I will talk, I will talk!"

Jessie stopped and got off him.

"There is going to be an attack on the capital in three days. General Patrick is leading it. He plans to slaughter the royal family and take the castle..." the man managed to choke out.

General Patrick? That fucking bastard!

"That's all I know. Spare me!" he pathetically begged.

Prince Edward turned to leave. Jessie killed the man without a second glance or thought.

I followed after the Prince when he motioned for me to albeit I still felt slightly uneasy. We stopped near a quieter more secluded opening away from the scene that just happened.

"Ms Black. Let me apologise to you once more for this mess and your involvement..."

I looked into his beautiful brown eyes. The Prince was something else.

"Excuse my rudeness Your Majesty but please do not apologise. It was not your fault. I will have you know that I was involved from the very beginning when I stole from you. I will not let this go on further. I know that your uncle is family but I will extract my revenge for some his actions that have greatly affected me and those that I have grown close to around me. His actions are inexcusable. I wish to have my revenge by fighting along side you if you will have me. I may be lacking with regards to proper combat training and strength amongst other things but I can hold my own. Please let me officially join the fight, I will even hide my gender again if needed."

I know what I was asking for was crazy. Hell just a couple of days ago I was trying to escape.

"You are really a fascinating individual you know that Ms Black."

He stepped forward, closer to me. Soon he was right in front of me. Our chests almost touching.

Que for my face to go red for no apparent reason.

"Not only are you beautiful but you are fierce and determined. You want me to let you join the fight, something that you are more of that will likely result in your death. I want to decline your offer but I have a feeling that you will not let me even if I use my title against you?"

It was a rhetorical question but I still nodded. I could feel his breath fanning my face as I met his eyes showing my unhindered resolve.

His dark brown hair falls softly and messily over his eyebrows. This man is still as gorgeous as the day I met him but his eyes look tired and stressed yet hold a slight glint in them. He does after all bare the weight of the kingdom and it's future on his shoulders.

I don't know what happened next, why it happened or who initiated it first, but the distance between us was closed and our lips met.