Estelle looked at Loria with wide eyes when the girl told her to stay put. The banging on the door stopped, which led her to believe that the knight had met her knight. However, the girl did not seem content on leaving the trained professional to fight alone. No, she wished to leave the Princess to fend for herself. Estelle tucked herself into the corner when Loria slipped out and closed the door behind her. She gripped at her makeshift weapon, the hoe, and stared at the door in fear. What if they both got killed. It was highly unlikely that the garden tool was going to do her any good. How would she even use it? Smash it into their skull? Would she even be strong enough to do that? Could she handle the aftermath of doing that? If they were killed, would she manage to get back to the castle, what if there were more?
She didn’t get any answers before she heard Kalon yell to her that everything was safe. She let out a small sigh of relief and threw the tool to the ground. Lifting her skirts, she stepped over it and walked out of the shed. She did a quick look to ensure that no one else was around waiting to pounce. She looked then at Kalon and Loria, who both seemed rather undone. She nodded to them, “We… should head back into the castle.”

She didn’t say more. She didn’t know what to say. She pushed open the doors of the garden and found Marielle laying on the ground a short ways away. Her skirt was hiked up and she sat in a pool of blood, Estelle’s fruit was in a mess all over the floor. Estelle gasped as she quickly moved to the dead girl. Her mouth hung open and her eyes were wide. She wondered if they had raped her before or after they killed her. Either or, it made her feel sick to her stomach. She grabbed the girl’s skirt to make her decent and closed her mouth before doing the same to her eyes. If it weren’t for the fact that her clothes were covered in her own blood, Estelle might have thought she was sleeping. She pondered the thought that she might have survived if she had not sent her away. She would have hid in the shed with them… She wouldn’t have been hurt. She probably had had some heroic reasoning for not running away as fast as her feet would carry her, which was quite fast. She whispered to her, “I’m sorry…”

Not a moment later, she stood as though nothing had happened and walked around the dead body. She looked at Kalon and Loria, “Come. We have better things to be doing than standing here.”