The moment she grabbed her bow and arrow from the kitchen, cries resonated around the room as the men screamed for an attack. It was a terrifying sound Princess Loaisa had never heard before in her eighteen years of peaceful life inside the enormous walls of the Malacañan Palace.
She had known going down to the Saxon, a war like this was an inevitable occurrence. But the people here had learned to protect themselves. They believed they were safe enough to start a family. It was obvious things like this rarely happen and the last thing it did worse was decades ago, according to the elder women’s tale.
Princess Loaisa had expected to witness this one way or another, but she definitely did not think it was sooner after her arrival. It was only her third night here, and she was not ready, t
