12th day, at night.
Harley looked at the sky, which seemed to have stars, although few. He glanced around him. He was leading a group of over twenty people who were all inside the small abandoned shed in the kingdom's streets.
"The siege would begin once your team takes out the archers and opens the gates." Marcella, the fallen princess, spoke, getting closer to him.
He nodded, smiling ever so slightly.
"I understand. By the way, what's your relationship with that idiot?" Harley pointed at Vernox and the princess turned around, smiling all of a sudden.
"It doesn't matter. Go, take care of the tower and we'll storm the gates." She twirled, walking away from him.
'She's the one who is to face off with the king?' He couldn't imagine it.
A lot about this trial confused him, but he knew his goal and that was what he was after.
But he knew that while the dragon had emerged from the castle, the princess would go to face the king, Knave, for the crown—as she was the rightful heir.
