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Chapter 4 by TheProletariat TheProletariat

You hear screaming from beyond Sophia's bedchambers.

Draw your sword and prepare to defend the Queen.

You draw your weapon, pressing the steel tightly against your skin as you hide from the first intruder. A loud crack rings through the room as a man bursts in only to be cut down by your quick flicks of the blade. Quickly more soldiers follow. Sophia screams as she stumbles quickly reaching for her bedside dagger. As you lock steel with two other soldiers you glance behind yourself at Sophia. She is cornered with a small blade, thrusting it blindly into the air attempting to keep an enemy warrior at bay.

Who shall taste blood, of thine or mine?

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