The battering ram charged towards the massive doors of the stone castle, splintering the timber with the iron horns of the ram's head. The weighted doors were resistant to break against the force delivered by the Knights' weapon, triggering fatigue and discomfort across the men. "Keep going men, don't give up!" Lief supported on from behind, fastening his hand onto the hilt of his sword. Brushed to the left, Lief's unkempt chestnut hair was swept away from his dark brown eyes, preventing the obstruction of his vision as he focused on his knights' continued efforts to demolish the door. "Has any progress been made on the door, knight?" A cloaked figure appeared from behind Lief, placing a delicate hand on his clothed shoulder. "No, my Queen..." Lief confessed, bowing his head in respect to her presence. "The door is more resilient than anticipated." "More …show more content…
"But your highness, why-" "Did I ask for your opinion?" She ushered nonchalantly, keeping focused on the useless efforts of the guards. Lief shook his head gently, refraining from eye contact with her and instead, raising a hand to order the knights to lower the battering ram. "Forgive me for speaking out of line, Lydia..." Lydia sighed, clenching her left fist as she placed it back on Lief's shoulder and took in a sharp breath, "There's no need to be sorry, it's just..." She choked on her words, hand slipping from Lief's shoulder and rising to wipe a tear from her cheek. "It's to do with today your highness, I understand," Lief reconciled with Lydia. Hearing that phrase from Lief's mouth left a bitter taste in the back of Lydia's throat as she pivoted around on her heel and walked up beside him. Making no attempt at eye contact or showing a crack of emotion on her visage, she sighed in what appeared disappointment. "You don't understand anything, knight..." She assured him, walking past him and toward the battered, yet still closed castle