(for 5-29) Blood and War

He rushed to her tent. Dropping to one knee as he entered, he knelt, gasping for breath. 

She whirled around, her hair twisting about her, her leather armor clinging to her figure, every inch looking the queen she was. 

“What? What is it?” she demanded coldly. 

The man couldn’t reply for a moment as he struggled to breathe 

“H-He’s here. He fell in battle. Our soldiers guard him now.” 

She stalked over to her table, where her blood colored sword threw red into her face, turning her blue eyes red. She gripped the sword, smiling.

“I will kill him.”