"No, I should stay and defend the gates to grant you time."

She looks down, avoiding your eyes, and holding her tongue. As you walk to the door you grab her by the waist and pull her in for a kiss. You stare into each others eyes, you linger, hoping she will ask you once more to follow so that you can escape a gruesome **** on the walls.

...

The battlements are a mess of soldiers desperately hacking at ladders and hooks on the walls. The archers scramble to fire their arrows while the walls shake from the battering ram below. You join the fray with your sword plunging into the marauders who dare enter the Queen's castle walls. As you pull your sword out of an enemy captain, they all disintegrate into dust. The armies of the rival lords crumbled into dust in but a moment, leaving the castle liberated. You give a sigh of relief, but at what cost...