A part of the Prince had always expected something to go horribly wrong at the wishing well. Yet, both Imelda and Alexander were taken by surprise when a group of three to four rowdy-looking men came running out of the clearing, weapons in hand.
"Cain?" Imelda gasped, but Alexander did not have the time to check what she was talking about as he swung himself off the horse, unsheathing his sword. His mind raced as he blocked the hard blow, side-stepping a thrust made by his opponent as he engaged himself in dangerous swordplay. All the days and nights of practicing with Adrian were now being put to actual use.
From the corner of his eye, he saw Imelda battling off two men at the same time, one who looked awfully familiar. For a second, Alexander thought he saw a resemblance between Imelda and that man but he didn't get the opportunity to ponder upon it as his opponent struck, nearly disarming him.
With a grunt, Alexander swiftly stepped forward and decided that he wouldn't be merciful. The tip of his sword tore through the weak armor, stabbing the man deeply who staggered back in pain, clutching his chest before falling down to the ground.
It was at that moment that he heard the sound of hooves. Whirling around, Alexander's eyes widened at the sight of his knights, all armed and ready to fight for the Prince. The only person missing was Adrian, but nevertheless, it was a sight for sore eyes.
Three of them jumped to Imelda's aid, and the other four came to the Prince's side to take on the next group of men that emerged from the forest with the sole aim to shed blood. One of the knight's quickly said, "Forgive us, Your Highness, but you didn't think we'd let you go without protection. did you?"
Alexander fought a smile as he readied himself for the next battle. But the smile vanished off of his lips when he saw someone he'd least expected to as they hid themselves behind a tree. Ivan.