Execution - 2 ( Sir Scribner)
"We're dead," one of the guards said as he waited for the other to kick down the door to the princess's chamber. They had both felt that chill in the air -- only between them -- that something had happened.
They had gotten intel that there would likely be an attack on the palace that night and by none other than the creatures that lived many miles away from them but were still under the Yidal empire. The reason for this, some of the guards didn't know but what they knew is that they had to protect the palace against any fowl play.
They had lived in peace after a major war led by the previous alpha of the pack. It had been gruesome and had been total mayhem for the humans at that time. But the current alpha had agreed to a peace treaty between the two races and the humans couldn't have been more relieved. They knew that they were fighting a losing war -- even though they stood their grounds to an extent, it still wasn't enough as they were almost being wiped out.
The full moon was a period that the humans dreaded the most because that was when the werewolves came out in their real form. They were torn apart like the meat of chickens. They had been killed without remorse -- mothers losing children, fathers getting torn apart in front of their sons. It had been beastly 0-- just like what they were -- beasts! It had been hell.
The door fell because of the force and desperation the guard had used to kick down the princess' door. They rushed in and saw that she was falling to the floor. What had happened? The question resonated in both their brains at the same time. There was no way the princess had been the target of the werewolves.
And they had been sent to secure the p[rincess's chambers -- and now this. They both felt they had failed in their tasks.
"Princess!!"They both screamed.
"Help me!" Anais shouted to the guards as they both gaped for a second. They were shaken to their cores. If something had happened to the princess -- that was their thought -- that was what was going through their minds. They both saw the blood that had pooled a little by her side.
The sole heir to their kingdom.
"What are you staring at?!" Anais screamed. She was beginning to get really frustrated and irritated at the way the guards were acting. She expected them to be proactive about the matter -- after all, they had been the ones who had been sent to watch over the princess -- and this had happened. "Carry her!"
That was when they both moved. As if gaining their consciousness suddenly.
"W- What happened to the pr-princess?" the first guard said as he single-handedly lifted Yuri and placed her safely across his arms. His brows were creased. He was the head guard of the princess's guards -- his name was Sir Scribner.
However, he didn't wait for the response to the question that he had thrown to no one in particular. Scribner rushed out of the door and straight for the royal infirmary.
At another sound, in the distance though, Scribner unsheathed his sword as he swung Yuri to his right shoulder -- as his left hand made him formidable in combat. However, Sir Scribner found himself wondering if he could handle a werewolf carrying Yuri on his shoulder. He had to be fast and quick about getting there.
He glanced at the princess quickly and noticed the blood was pouring the more.
"Why?" Scribner whispered to himself as he continued to run. The wound was just a scratch that Scribner had thought would not even require stitches. But that wasn't looking like that would be the case now.
He was meticulously watchful as he wasn't looking for a fight at this time. Not when Yuri's life was in danger. The wound was tiny yet it was bleeding as if he had been stabbed. Scribner knew that this was not just a surface wound and there would be more to it. What he feared is that they would need something from the enemy camp to help the princess. Could the attack on the princess have been the reason for the attack? Scribner couldn't help but wonder.
Getting to the infirmary safely with several guards covering for him on sighting the princess in his arms, Scribner yelled at the nurses to be faster than they were to attend to the princess immediately. His shouts were heard and they quickly got a secluded area for the princess to lay down.
"What happened?" one of the nurses asked with a little sneer on her face. She had liked Sir Scribner for a long time and the man hadn't given her any face talk more of being positive towards her countless advances.
But Nurse Marcia knew how Scribner was with the princess. Now, he had brought her here and she was the nurse on duty. He would have to answer her first before she would do anything to get the doctor for the proud princess.
"Check her!" Scribner ordered cutting Marcia in her thoughts. He noticed as his voice made her jerk. Yes, Scribner felt bad as he was a gentle soul but now was not the time to engage in Marcia's talks.
He walked out of where they were and checked inside every section covered with sky blue curtains in that hallway. Scribner was looking for the doctor that was 'supposed' to be in charge.
Opening one of them, Scribner asked; "Why are you here?"
There was a man seated with a scroll in his hands. He had an overall on and couldn't be missed as the royal physician and he was familiar with Sir Scribner.
The doctor looked at the head guard and was taken aback by the way Scribner was overly emotional about whatever had brought him to the infirmary. However, he ignored the guard's countenance and went ahead to ask about what the matter was.