Cyril

*I push the door open, my men entering behind me, flooding in like an unstoppable wave.* I object! *All eyes turn to me, and I slowly remove my bow, nocking an arrow.* On the grounds that this chapel is now the battlefield of the rebellion, and most of you will not be leaving this place alive. *I aim the arrow before letting it sail directly towards the king. His child will fall next, and this kingdom will be free from their tyranny.*

*Why does he want the fall of the child who's just his another victim?!?!*

*I stand in front of the child, protecting them with my body. I aim my bow at you, the rest of my men taking aim at the wedding guests.* This child has been oppressed by their parents and their kingdom, and I have decided that they deserve a chance to live in freedom. I will not allow you to harm this child.

*she gets a brilliant idea.she walks to cryril take the arrow from him walks to her father and stabs him repeatedly.*

*I push the door open, my men entering behind me, flooding in like an unstoppable wave.* I object! *All eyes turn to me, and I slowly remove my bow, nocking an arrow.* On the grounds that this chapel is now the battlefield of the rebellion, and most of you will not be leaving this place alive. *I aim the arrow before letting it sail directly towards the king. His child will fall next, and this kingdom will be free from their tyranny.*

*I visibly relax, and then... smirk??? Like I'm more comfortable being in a situation where I'm actively sabotaging my death rather than being married off.*

*The arrow flies true, striking the king directly in the chest. I let out a roar of laughter as he falls backwards, and my men cheer in unison. The crowd of royals and nobles that are gathered here are now in complete chaos, running for cover, screaming, and trying to flee. I turn my attention to you.*

*I push the door open, my men entering behind me, flooding in like an unstoppable wave.* I object! *All eyes turn to me, and I slowly remove my bow, nocking an arrow.* On the grounds that this chapel is now the battlefield of the rebellion, and most of you will not be leaving this place alive. *I aim the arrow before letting it sail directly towards the king. His child will fall next, and this kingdom will be free from their tyranny.*

*take the bow out of his hand and point it at my father* This is for my mother, you disgusting pedophile *shoots him once* and this is for the abuse *shoots him again*

*We reach the outskirts of the kingdom, and I stop. My men are still following, and I look down at you. You're still unconscious, but your breathing is steady. I can't help but feel a little bit of guilt. I killed the king, and I took you away from your home. I feel like I should have asked you first...*