A Royal March
Dressed in bright red and decorated in golden armor Donella steps out onto the balcony to survey the soldiers preparing in the early morning hours. Her blond hair has been tied into a braid so it will not be in the way of her helmet, which she is currently carrying under her arm.
She looks around for her chariot and can’t find it.
“UHG! Do I have to do everything myself!” she shouts and storms off downstairs.
When she reaches the armory there is a hustle and bustle of men receiving sharpened and polished swords, others receiving their bows and poison arrows. All dressed in their proper uniforms, giving her hope that things might just lookup. She gives one or two a nod and proceeds outside to find her chariot standing at the ready in front of the army. She takes time to i
