!to claim our fate: [closed]
but there fortune permitted for the end of her glory and for the last time that she would ever carry arms.
"Retreat! Fall back beyond the gates--!"
Silvern scintillates beneath the scorching sun, vocables clamouring in this forlorn endeavour. Looming walls of tempered stone protrude from the dusted grounds, engulfing all within umbrage to those pressing onward atop wooden passage, minuscule trickles of water resonating from the moat dug deep from vibrating gallops beneath each steed fleeing to safety. Amidst them one lacks, golden tresses adorned with an elaborate diadem peeking above many troops from the rear whilst she stands within both stirrups, elfin fingers grasping tight the monumental standard to wave them forth to escape.
Porcelain features are etched in earnestness, resolute in these efforts to maintain the lives of troops, intrepid so, whom trekked far into the fields of battle with her to rescue Compiegne from siege. Vigilant, lavender hues flick betwixt each soldier before her, honouring herself as last amongst these men to return to safety. Ah, that is until the brief glimpse of a straggle garners her attention.
"Continue onward, do not halt," she shouts, swiftly taking seat in the saddle before maneuvering each reign to guide her blackened mount. Hooves stomp ferocious toward the intended target, resting the silk woven banner against her so one limb might extend outward. Digits yank him toward her, an attempt for him to keep hold of the beast whilst they make way to enter their secured destination. "I know not why one would wander here, stranger, but I shall not forsake you to them," she manages, merely intent on succeeding in those spoken words.
Metal chains resonate throughout the open air, clinking in tandem with each link thus drawn, severing any path into the city before them. There are few left stranded outside the wall, teeth clenching tightly against each other in realizing there is no further entrance into the residence, periodically slowing her horse until halting it amidst those unfortunate to find protection. Eyes turn to glance beyond her shoulder, observing the reinforced Englishmen begin to enclose them with no possibility of flight.