~{PETER'S POV}~
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I fought like my life depended on it and when it felt like the men were endless, I began to wonder if a dam was opened over us.
Every time I thought I had time to breathe, I would suddenly be overwhelmed by more men and it grew intense.
"YOUR GRACE YOU NEED TO LEAVE NOW!!!! WE CANNOT AFFORD TO LOSE YOU!!!" One of my men yelled at me as he struggled against several men who had ganged up on him.
From their fighting attire I could tell they came from the other kingdoms, except the North.
"I AM NOT GOING ANYWHERE," I growled as I fought harder.
My sword was my path and I slashed through anyone who wasn't dressed in our kingdom attire and blood got splashed all over my face and body but it didn't hinder me and the more I fought the more my anger heightened.
"YOUR MAJESTY!!!" I heard my men scream after me but I cared less.
I couldn't afford to flee from this and look like a coward. I was no coward. My father taught me better.
"PETER LEAVE!"
