The two remaining commanders looked at eachother, and shrugged. If the attack was successful, and they were sure that it was, there would be [i]nothing[/i] for them to clean up afterwards. They walked off their separate ways to organize the remaining idle troops.
As they did, a young girl walked onto the battlements of the garrison, casually strolling as if nothing was going on. Men recognized their princess and got on a fist and knee as she passed. Rose didn't like that. She preferred them to continue their duties. One of the commanders spotted her, and walked forward, bowing to her. "My lady, you are not supposed to be here. You are supposed to be back at Yasanctuar," He says, to which Rose shakes her head. "I will be staying here." The commander moves forward to grab her arm, and within an instant he is on the floor, her knee on his stomach, her left elbow resting on his neck while her right hand wields his own dagger. "I am the princess. Do not try that again," She hisses. She pushes her knee down, hard, and then pulls away, dropping his dagger onto the ground with a sickened expression. Rose proceeds to walk close to the battlements as the commander recovers, and sends a few spare men away to tell everyone that the princess was there. A major moral boost.