War!!!

Agranah.

~Wealene~

"Fucking hell!!!!!!!"

Wealene yelled as he turned a table over and threw one of the chairs in no sane direction. One of the guards almost got his head off his head at that.

His face was contorted, eyes with the shot of blood. His jaws stiffened, sundry lines sketched by pain pacing his chin.

He walked briskly to a guard who was on his knees, his face to the floor. He squatted when he got to the guard and pulled the face of the guard up.

"Repeat what you said."

Saliva drooling from his lips as he stared expectantly at the fellow. The guard stuttered firstly before finding his words,

"The princess escaped with Hannibal and a cart of a man with broken arms and legs just arrived outside the walls of the palace gate."

Wealene gradually let go of the face of the man and stood up tall. He turned his back, grunting in frustration as he took two steps forward. Then suddenly, he turned back to the guard and boot

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