We Were Born To Lose

I was making the Prince’s bed when he came storming in looking absolutely pissed.
“Sire?” I asked.
“Help me with my fucking armor.” He barked. I jumped and rushed to get it out of the trunk. I finished helping him get difficult stuff on on when he said to me, “I’ve got this. Put on your armor, you’re coming with me.” He said. I froze.
“What?”
“DO AS I SAY!” He screamed making me jump into action. I struggled to get the clips fastened and leather strips tied but somehow I managed to get it all on my myself. Once he saw that I was done, he nodded and led me down to the stable.
“I had servants get our horses ready, we’re leading an attack on Cenrid’s men who are within our borders.” He said.
“But Sire, do you really think I can do this?” I asked.
“Without a doubt. I wouldn’t be bringing you with me if I didn’t think you could handle it.” He said. I felt more reassured at his confidence in me. A servant girl with red hair handed me the reins to Carmer and I hopped on as the Prince did. We cantered into the courtyard where the rest of the knights waited. The Prince took the lead and we cantered out. We cantered for a long time when we stopped at the top of a hill to get our bearings. The Prince was looking at a map and the land and he let us rest for a bit. I was so nervous I could barley breath. I felt like I was about to pass out.

What If I hurt someone?

What if I get killed?

What if I-

“It’s okay, you’ll be fine.” Sir Dawson said, breaking my thoughts, “I remember my first mission. It was the same problem actually, enemies in our territory. But once you actually get to the fighting part, you’ll be fine. Trust yourself, I’ve seen you fight. You’re quick and small. The enemy will be big, but he’ll be slow. Use that to your advantage.” He said. I took a deep breath and nodded. I was very grateful to Sir Dawson for reassuring me. I was just a servant, yet he believed in me. In fact, all the knights were giving me reassuring smiles or teasing me. The playful banter made me feel a lot better and I was very grateful to them.
“Alright let’s go!” The Prince ordered and we started cantering down the hill and into the forest. We rode down a trail when the Prince stuck his hand out, signaling for us to stop. We all dismounted and tied our horses to the trees. Then he led us down and off the trail quietly. I begin to smell the smoke of a fire and hear the laughter of men. Nerves flared in my stomach as the Prince drew his sword and so did we. He held out his hand and held up three fingers.
Three.
Two.
One.
We charged into their compound. There were eight of us and about ten of them. I watched breathless as the both sides fought with all they had. The Prince was fighting two at one time and he looked magnificent. I wasn’t aware of all the power he held. He must’ve been holding back during training. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a sword coming straight at me. I spun and met it with mine. We parried and hit each other with all we had. He delivered a particularly devastating blow causing me to stumble and my sword to be knocked out to the side but I remembered what the Prince had said, when the man went to stab my exposed side, I blocked it with my forearm (which was covered in armor so I sustained no injury) and his sword was pushed down making me see my opportunity, I took my sword and pushed it into his stomach. He fell over, dead.

I killed him.

Tears threatened to fill my eyes when I saw what I’d done. This man had life. He had a mother and father, he probably had a wife and children and I’d just torn him away from them. They expected him to come home tonight but he never would because he would be laying here in the battle ground. I heard the sound of swords clanking and I looked up. The Prince was still battling the two men and though it had been about ten minutes since his fight started, he showed no signs of fatigue. One man swung his sword and the other stabbed. The Prince spun around to doge the blow and he swung his sword and it hit the man’s arm. He cried out in pain and bent over. The other tried to hit him but the Prince blocked the blow and used the momentum to send the sword into the back of the man bent over. He fell to the ground dead and the other man slowed in shock of losing his friend. The Prince took advantage of his grief and stabbed him in the gut. The Prince looked up and our eyes met. His heaving chest slowed as he gazed into my eyes. He looked down and stuck his sword in the ground and that was the moment I realized that the battle was over. The knights came up to me and started giving me quick congratulatory hugs, firm handshakes, and pats on the back. The knights started shifting through their things to find anything valuable. If the men’s weapons and armor were in good condition, they’d take them.
“We mostly use the extra weapons and armor for training.” The Prince explained.
“I killed him.” I whispered.
“You did a good job too.” He said.
“No. I killed him. That man had a life! He had a family!” I cried.
“No. That man was one of Crenrid’s knights. Those knights are the scum of the earth. They raid, steal, murder, and rape,” I flinched when he said this, “I’ve seen those knights in action, believe me. He deserved to die.” He said with a bitter tone. Then he looked down at me. “If you hadn’t killed him, he would’ve killed you.”
“That doesn’t help much.” I mumbled.
“Yeah but it’ll keep the guilt from eating you alive.” He said. “Now come on, let’s go home.” He said, giving me a slap on the back. I followed him and we all rode home.

Notes

Title cred: Fake Your Death by My Chemical Romance

Sorry about not updating. I have anxiety issues and they've been acting up and I've just had no energy and it's just been exhausting.


Anyway I want to be more interactive with you all so in the comments I want you to tell me your favorite All Time Low song and why it's your favorite.