​The one day King.

(NSFW contains descriptions of violence)

The boy found himself in close quarters with the usurpers forces, mounted upon his father warhorse and ill-temper beast that kicked and nipped all those who came to close,carrying a shield to large and his fathers war hammer that was to heavy to be wield, surrounded by his loyal veterans champions of a dozen battles, arrows rained form the sky and men died all around screaming in anguish and fear their terror was cut short by a violent thump of arrows nearing flesh.

Looking down filled him with terror his white mount squished popped and tore though the flesh of this who had falling in their path, blood soaked his stallion to the neck dripping with the blood of friend and foe alike, shouted commands at the men around him with as much fury and authority as a boy of 12 could he pushed them on for the port, before his father had passed he had arranged for a ship to be waiting to spirit the queen and his sons to safety but now there was just the boy and his brothers, he must reach the ship for them before their path was blocked and the fait was sealed.

A sharp pain radiates from his shoulder an arrow had found its mark. “No tears” his father had said blood filling his mouth, making it difficult to speak “A king… a king may not cry in front of those who serve him, their strength comes from you… no tears boy.” Biting his lip and looking to the sky beating back the tears that would shame him, he realised where he was this street had held so many places memories form his childhood memories that will now always be tainted with the bodies that now hung form the building lining his way like a macabre parade of which he wanted no part, 100 more yards to the old harbour street barricades had been erected by his farther men when the siege had begun in preparation for a breach, 100 more yards from freedom for the opportunity to fight again.

(Just a sample of something I’ve been thinking of for the past week let me know what yous all think.)