King Valentin rushed outside, where he was greeted with a chaotic melee of clashing knights.
Some wore the Royal Guards' uniform, while others bore the crests of noble houses, signifying the masters they served.
"Hand Fangless over to us, and you shall be left alive," demanded a knight adorned with a noble house's crest.
A Royal Guard with a significantly big build roared, swinging his sword with ferocity. "She is His Majesty's captive now, and this is the royal palace! How dare you overstep your authority without the King's permission?"
The noble house's knight pushed back with all his strength. "Do you not value your life?"
The clash of swords rang through the air. The Royal Guard smirked. "That's rich coming from you. A mere private soldier challenging a Royal Guard? You must have a death wish."
Elder Alfred followed closely behind. His eyes lit up at the sight of the crests. They belonged to noble houses allied with the elders he had gathered the other day.
