“FIRE!” he shouted, releasing the bowstring again. “Order the lancers to charge, I will be down there momentarily,” the prince ordered, heading down to the armory.
The thunderous crash of steel and screams of men receded as Prince Edward strode down from the battle mars. He turned on his heel and came face to face with Princess Zarreen, his betrothed. Her olive skin seemed to glisten in the torchlight. He halted and looked at her. Prince Edward could see resolve behind her brown eyes.
“I know you want me to stay, beloved, but I can not allow this city to be taken,” he said.
Princess Zarreen held his gaze a moment before saying, “I did not come to stop you.” She brushed past Edward in the direction of the armory. Over her shoulder she called, “I came to join you.”
“You can’t DO that!” Prince Edward said, striding after her as quickly as he could. Her long, dark hair swung like a pendulum before him. As tiny a woman as she was, she was as fast as lightning and just as hard to catch. He knew her very well, they had grown up together from childhood. She was stubborn beyond belief when she had made up her mind about something. Stopping her from joining him on the battlefront was not going to be easy – but it would be necessary. He needed every ounce of concentration to fight. His concern about her safety would be a distraction he could not afford.