A slave against the king

Thousands of men wearing armor are gathered around a few huge fires. Tents, carriages with provisions and stock animals are laying beneath their feet like a sea of blood.

Astrid is paralyzed and Loras curses his brother's name. They thought they had more time... They thought that supporters of the prince are not that many. They thought... They thought a lot of things that prove now to be wrong.

Before she could even wrap her head around the situation, Loras already pulled himself together.

"Astrid! Give me your hand!" He commands her and she looks up. Just like when they kissed earlier, he is upside down, flying above her.

"What?" She asks looking at his extended hand with concern.

"Now!" He says again, and before she could let her fear knock some sense into her, she grabs his hand. As though Aine and Dracos could feel their plan. They roll over and Astrid falls from Aine's back into Loras' arms. Thousands of feet high in the sky. "Great job, little one."

This was traumatizing enough