"...Go away."

Her voice echoes in the large hall, echoing off the beckoning walls. You feel your feet trudge forward without reasoning, your bloodridden armor echoing in the quiet chambers. You fought for too long to stop now. Your brethren have died before your feet for this task. The last task the King had asked of you. To return the Princess of Salveria to him, and behead her.

"Princess of Salveria,"

You begin, your voice low and quiet, rusted with the exhaustion of fighting and the wounds at your side.

"I am here to bring you to the King of Palmin. Whether you refuse or accept, you will be brought forth."

You stop a few feet infront of her, your hand readied on the handle of your sword. Your eyes narrow in your helmet, watching the princess. You see her subtle frown, the annoyance and resistance in her eyes, but you have a job to do. An important one to keep your family legacy alive and respected.

"You murder my people, steal my land, and you expect me to come forth? Why should I trust you?"

She spits out, the words coming through a trembling and hateful voice. You don't flinch when she turns to face you, her eyes filled with a quiet rage. She approaches you, before stopping before you to look into your eyes.

"I will not follow you."