The royal stables.

Arriving at the stables, you see the dark, muscular horse, this is the horse that you have trained with since your educational years, and has proven to be one of the fastest and most durable stallions. Interestingly, the horse has always been uncooperative with your average rider, you are unsure of why it is loyal to a selective few, regardless, its qualities makes up for its negatives.

"Toward the burning castle." You command, having climbed into the saddle, slapping the horse firmly.

It bolts, your powerful legs controlling it with the stirrups. You are glad that the elite guards following you are so competent, any other typical soldiers would be unable to keep up with your efficiency.

"It's King {firstname}-" Loud cheers and celebrations booming around from multistoried buildings, some of them reaching over 10 stories high, "King {firstname} will save us all!" a woman screams from her window.

Your powerful horse sprints as its feet thunders against the ground, taking you swiftly to your location. The burning castle is getting bigger and bigger, as you approach it steadily, your elite guards preparing, securing their helmets, drawing their weapons...

"AHH-" You **** your horse to seize suddenly, your guards rapidly following your actions, on the ground in front of you, an Elf, dark red skin, and extremely well endowed with womanly assets... a Redelve (Elves of sexual talents).

"Oh... m... my King!" Trembling, having almost been trampled by your horse.

"What are you doing here?"

"I... I..."

Just merely a a kilometer away from the castle, artillery ammunitions fly over your heads and crash around, this place was supposed to be evacuated, the Elf is in danger.

You do not have time for this, what do you do?