The Legend of Fatality

Perkins looked as shocked as Catherine. Then she realized it was just a trick. The battle was well thought out; Ambrose pretended to lose his balance under Perkins ’attack, which left his opponent ’s chest unprotected, and Ambrose could easily pierce his sword with his clothes , Skin and bones.

Perkins still tried to hack his sword, but apparently Ambrose also expected this, he rolled sideways and buried the sword deeply in Perkins' chest. The big knight fell face down in the mud and fell like a tree. Ambrose picked up Perkins' sword, glanced at Rondo, and turned to Peverley.

His chest swelled and shouted, "Now, this bridge is mine. Anyone can pass through." He pointed at Peverly with a sword, and said in a voice that Catherine had barely heard. It is full of anger. "Even you, Your Highness, if you feel brave enough, you are welcome to take this path."

Peverley's face was twisted with anger, and Catherine thought for a moment that he might rush towards Ambrose. But at that moment, Sarah and Nia appeared and ran towards the bridge quickly.

"Now take your maid back to the castle." Peverly shouted.

Catherine was convinced that if she did this, Peverly would take the opportunity to attack Ambrose. This was disgraceful, and somehow, even he could not allow Catherine and her maid to witness all this.

"I will not leave my guard and go."

"Do what I say!"

"No one without me!"

"Don't you listen to my orders?"

"The order I received was to stay with my bodyguard forever. Your man, brother, challenged my bodyguard but failed. Now, you should accept failure like a man. Otherwise you will lose all honor . "

"This is not a question of my honor. What did you just say I tried to keep you with that person?"

"It was all designed by you, not me! Everyday I ride here safely with my maid and guards. Today, because of you, one person died and one person was disabled.

Peverly pointed at Catherine. "No, it's because of you. Your maid and your lover. But Noyes will not be as kind to him as I am."

Peverley kicked his horse and ran towards the castle, shouting, "Davis, take care of Rondo."

Sarah and Nia took the horse's reins and stared in shock at the people on the ground.

Catherine looked around. Peter rode the horse behind her. Sir Davis ran to Frangondo, and Ambrose knelt down tiredly. Among them is the body of Perkins. But Catherine had to think this way: Peverly called Ambrose her lover. Whether there is evidence is not important; Noyes will come to him. If Ambrose is caught, he will be killed.

Catherine slipped from the horse and ran towards Ambrose. He looked up at her. His cheeks and forehead were covered with blood. He looked confused. "I can't give them the Spurs."

"I understand, Ambrose. You proved your honor, and my brother also proved that he has no honor, but Peverley is now going to find Noyes and his people. They will come to deal with you." Ambrose reached out and tried to help him up, but he took her hand and bent down to kiss.

The skin contacts the skin. His soft lips and his warm breath sprayed on her skin. So gentle, so strong, but so fragile. She hesitated and wanted to kneel beside him and hug him, but she realized Sir Peter's eyes were fixed on her. She barely stood up and said, "Please, Ambrose. This is impossible."

Ambros closed his eyes. "Yes, Your Highness."

The way he spoke, with these three words of emotion, Catherine had to bend down to him again. "Please, Ambrose. Noyes is coming soon. You must leave."

"I am your guard, Your Highness. I cannot escape."

"I order you to go. It is you and not me who are in danger now. Yes, I order you to leave. Never be caught. This is my order. Go!"

Ambrose looked up at her, and Catherine noticed that his eyes were hazel, mixed with green and gold. She wanted to remember them, but Ambrose remained motionless.

"Please, Ambrose. If you stay, you will be imprisoned in Noyes’ cell. I ca n’t stand this happening. There is nothing embarrassing to leave now. I want you to go. I want you to avoid Noyes. Disappoint him and Peverly and keep your freedom in front of them. Don't get caught like your sister. "

The last sentence seemed to awaken Ambrose, and he stood up. "I am willing to leave, but you must know that if you want me to stay, I will be willing."

Now it was Catherine ’s eyes full of tears, and a tear ran down her cheeks. But she couldn't say more to him. Ambrose seemed to understand Catherine's intentions, and he gently brushed it off with his fingertips.

"One day you will become a great queen, and I will do my best to hear it alive, Your Highness."

He took her hand again and kissed it. Another skin contact, but now she felt his breath and the warmth of his skin for the last time ...

She closed her eyes and savored the feeling. Then his hands were gone; only the cool air remained. He rode back and looked at her immediately, then he rode away and soon disappeared into the woods.

Sarah found Catherine and asked if she needed water. Catherine waved her away. She doesn't need water; she needs to know that Ambrose is safe, but she can do nothing about it. She walked to Rondo and the knight was lying unconscious, she asked Davis: "Can he survive?"

Davis stood up and bowed very formally. "Yes, Your Highness. I have stopped bleeding. The prince will send a surgeon. I will stay here until he comes."

Catherine found herself saying, "We are going back to the castle to make sure the surgeon can come in time."

This may delay the pursuit of Ambrose to some extent ...

Catherine walked back to Sarah ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Every step was as unreal as a dream. She knew she could never live with Ambrose, she had to live with Lotel. What made her angry was that all these quarrels were unnecessary.

Her father or brother knew nothing about her, and as long as they knew her, they would know that she would marry Prince Lotel. Are they really worried that Prince Lothal would refuse the wedding because a man gave her a glance? Or is this another excuse for persecuting the Novin family?

Is now Peter, not Ambrose, pulling the stirrup for her, Catherine riding on the horse, her thoughts have not kept up with her body, so the movement seems a bit slow. Sarah and Nia rode close to her, although they barely spoke. Catherine was afraid to see Noyes and his people. They will chase Ambrose mercilessly. But the longer he left, the greater his chance of survival.

Catherine rode into the castle and her heart sank. Noyes and his five men have already rode out. Catherine waved them to stop, as long as they could delay their departure, even for a short while. Noyers approached, lowered his head slightly, and made a gesture that was somewhat like a bow.

Catherine didn't know what to say, just asked: "Where are you going, Noyes?"

"I can't disclose the king's thing, Your Highness. But I am confident that I will catch the traitor I want to catch soon. As I often do. I can assure you that I will treat him in the harshest way . "

As you often do, Catherine thought.