War Room

Julian's Point of View

Chaos bred chaos. Mikaela was shown to our room once Arjun had contacted the staff. Everyone else was told where to go. When to come for dinner and where to go when their wounds needed tending. It was a never ending cycle. Frantic people ran through the halls and shouted at each other. A living nightmare. So many were lost to the brief attack. We weren't prepared, but preparations would have been useless regardless. These weren't fighters. Long lives never meant that anyone had to fight in wars. Hell, most of these royals had never even seen a battlefield. But my princes had. Had known the feel of mud and blood on their skin. Felt the sharp edge of a sword cut through their flesh. Yet, there were too many people to protect and not enough princes to protect them. Even if it came down to it, I knew they wouldn't lay down their lives for the lower class. They had grown too accustomed to their lavish lifestyles and thrones built on comfort