Well, who the bloody hell did this guy think he was?! The man just called him a dog! Not only him, but the rest of the Shepherds as well. He would have yelled at the man who called himself a prince if it wasn’t for the pain that radiated up his arm and back down again. His eyes narrowed. [i]Remind me, Natalia, that if I ever become ruler of a kingdom to not act like I’m the best man that ever graced the earth with his footsteps.[/i] he spoke to his deceased lover in his mind, heaving a sigh in the process and rolling his eyes. [i]I’m pretty sure if he gets any more full of himself, he’ll explode![/i]
The thought of speaking to his lover comforted him. He dreamed about her; about inhaling her scent again, one of honey and pine; about feeling her skin under his hand, as smooth as a rounded pebble; about looking into her beautiful eyes, large chunks of emerald. Every dream made him ache for her more, for her voice and hardy personality. And yet, when he promised to be there for her, when he promised to protect her… she was killed. Now all that remained was the bits of the love letters he wrote to her. [i]I promised her a good life,[/i] he thought, biting the inside of his mouth. [i]And all I did was let [b]them[/b] take it away.[/i]
His mind was stopped from wandering when he felt a horrible burning sensation on his arm. Talbot cried out in pain but, taking the leather Phillip had given him, bit hard on it. The words that passed through his lips were muffled by the leather. Yet one could expect what he said. The words were colorful and rude, and he bit harder on the leather. His anger only increased when he realized what the cavalier had done. Had he… ripped his robes?! His robes! [i]Those were expensive robes![/i] he growled at Phillip, his eyes narrowing dangerously. 
[i]Now, Talbot,[/i] he could hear Natalia say, [i]He’s just trying to help…[/i]
[b]”But he ripped my robes!”[/b] he cried out loud, the leather dropping from his mouth. It was only then that he realized how loud he had said it. Flushing, he looked at the horse and grumbled under his breath. The pain still came but he held his breath and dealt with it. [b]”Hurry up.”[/b] he barked lowly at Phillip.

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The pain continued on for what seemed like an eternity. It would come, wash over her scalp, and down to her neck, even. It felt like she was being trampled over and over again. She rather die than suffer this pain. And over and over again, the woman begged for her demise. She was useless- truly the Shepherds would be less burdened by one less archer. Ambra felt tears sting her eyes, and she began to weep. The water streamed down her cheeks and mixed in with the blood and sweat. [i]Maybe it’ll just be easier if I go to sleep…[/i] she sighed. [i]I won’t bother anyone anymore.[/i]
She was jolted from her thoughts when a green haired figure bent down near her. Her blue eyes flicked up to Silas, the other archer. He seemed to be concerned for her, as was the other man that she didn’t know the name of. [b]”I’m so tired… I want to go to bed.”[/b] she told them. Now that she thought of going to sleep, she felt very drowsy and cold. Her eyes closed and she smiled. [b]”But I know that I can’t. If I do I might not wake up, right?”[/b] her voice was very flighty and weak. Of course, she was a very weak woman. Yet, before she knew it, she slipped, falling into unconsciousness.