Blinded By Royalty

Prolugue

The man roared a battle cry, raising his sword to the sky in a show of victory. Those of his men who had survived shouted their praise, whistling and cheering as they swarmed towards home. Their horses shied and snorted, rebelling against the riders who urged them on, yet to no avail. They were paid little attention, nor did the soldiers notice that their beloved king had stopped and swung around to face the rising mist,

"Chevalier." The voice of the new comer was high-pitched and whispering, intruding on the king's body and pouring ice into his royal blood. He faced her, head held high and shoulders pushed back proudly, raising his chin despite the unstoppable shaking of his hands,

"How are you, Chevalier? Long-time no see." The witch hissed, her voice a ghost phasing through everything solid and forcing its way into people's minds. She stood poised to strike, like a venomous snake eyeing off its next meal. Raising his trembling hands, Chevalier drew his sword and moved his right foot back, pointing the blade at his enemy's throat,

"You're reign of terror shall end here." He stated, voice strong and level. Rushing forward, King Chevalier let out one last cry of defiance as he threw himself at the witch, all the force of his willpower heaved against her alongside his physical form.

She smiled, and he groaned.

Blue eyes widening in disbelief, Chevalier fell to the ground with a thud, clutching desperately at his chest as he felt his heart being torn away thread by thread.

What seemed like days passed in moments, and the king would be forever remembered as a hero. A hero who died frozen in fear, an expression of terror plastered eternally on his regal face.