The battle was over and with it the kingdoms fate was sealed.
In the arms of the Romanus Emperor Julius lay the limp form of the stripped and defeated Saint Joan or as she should be called once more, Princess Yurasia of the Roserun kingdom.
Julius having his prize simple held the limp princesses form for a while in a sort of hug before shifting his weight taking one arm under her legs before standing up with her in a princess carry.
Before he turned round and casually walked away without a care in the world.
As if nothing else truly mattered in this moment.
This was the true regret of the King.
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The Francian King sat upon his throne his morale utterly broken, his families last chance for survival had just been snatched away before his very eyes.
His one locked on the regal form of the warrior king before him even as he left the throne room.
Forgoing the glory of claiming the throne for himself, as he had other matters more important to deal with.
