A medieval castle built with intricate obstacles to stop the strongest of enemies from reaching the top. But the beloved queen is in danger and a loyal knight must brave the odds to save her at any cost…Pakhi through her writing gives you a chance to experience what it could have felt like, to be a brave knight in medieval times…
My armour was ominously clanging louder and louder as I approached the window at the highest tower in the fort. This quest was of utmost importance to save the Queen. Her capture had wreaked havoc across the kingdom. And I, a noble knight, had obeyed my Lord’s wishes to rescue her on this dangerous mission against my sworn enemy, Sir Kingsley.
I ran, despite the armour still clanging. I slashed my unnaturally heavy sword at my enemies and slaughtered them indiscriminately. The window was still a long way to go. And then, I saw the stairs. To my dismay, they were built in a way to stop me from getting to the summit. But I soldiered on and kept cool. I climbed the steps up and continued to slaughter my foes.
As I climbed up my last flight of stairs, I felt myself going closer to something dangerous. And lo and behold, there stood Kingsley. I locked eyes with him, and his were full of wrath. He brandished his sword and I stepped back. I used my years of wisdom in that duel. I vowed to fight till my last dying breath. And I vowed to take down Kingsley with me. And alas, I did, with a final stab, I finally finished the duel I prepared for my whole life once and for all. I did not glance back to see Kingsley’s inert body falling off the staircase and onto the ground, spewing blood out of his mouth and the gash on his chest. Without sparing a second glance at him, I rushed to Her Majesty. Her long hair beckoned me towards her, flowing with the wind, willing me to run towards her. As I climbed that staircase, I felt the tell-tale signs of an oncoming disaster. But I brushed it off as the journey above went on. I encountered none of Kingsley's remaining men. This was odd but I ran ahead still. I was aghast when I reached my queen. She was a shell of what I had seen of her. Her face was no longer full; she looked gaunt and pale. Her weakened body struggled to hold her up. Her lips were dry and her eyes were swollen. She had been starved, and if my men and I hadn’t arrived in time, she would have certainly died. She had no contact with the world outside the tower for all the fifteen days she had been trapped, and once the food and water she had been given was exhausted, she started starving.
I was enraged. This was no way to treat a queen, rather, it wasn’t even the way to treat another human. I was shocked at the remorseless behaviour Kingsley and his men had shown.
I used my personal stock of water to revive the queen. Once she woke up, she sobbed uncontrollably. I did not know what to do. I tried to console her but she just cried louder. Just then, I saw that the queen was looking at the door intently. She mustered up a courage, drank a lot of water, and said “I am sorry. Tell my husband that I love him and that I did not mean to betray him.” And as the words left her mouth, she took a swig of the small vial hanging from her locket and collapsed in my arms, her body blue and cold…
To be continued.
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