Chapter 60

Three and a half years ago. The ruins of Cavara.

"Repeat that message for me one more time." Cassandra growled through grit teeth, Gripping the table so tight her knuckles were turning white.

"King Robert said if we try to fall back any further, he will have yourself, and every single soul that moves executed."

"That son of a bitch!"

"Lady Cassandra that is our king."

"No he's a selfish piece of shit. He's willing to send anybody to their death so long as it's no one he cares about. Ever since I rejected the marriage proposal to that shit stain Halbert he want's nothing more then me to die."

Cassandra wanted to survive more then anything now just to run back to the capitol and strangle the king with her own hands. Word had made it's way through the grapevine that he had indeed begun preparing to move the main army, but she had been informed it was to move northwest, not north east to their current location. Cassandra and her men were being hung out