A Missing Princess!

Frøygard was resting when the commotion broke out, his instinct surprisingly was not to hide but rather wanted to safeguard the citizens. 

He did not want them caught in the crossfire as he was beginning to regain himself, he could not risk getting Salgard angry as his face was still bruised from the beating he had gotten. 

Frøygard was angry that he was slowly becoming the black sheep of the family, no one was taking him seriously and he knew he needed to change that soon.

The noises outside affected his concentration, and he knew he needed to see what was going on. 

The noise got closer and closer, and with it, bodies dropped in turn. 

"What is going on?" Frøygard questioned but he got no response. 

His door soon sprung open and Frøygard was relieved when he saw a familiar face, it was the guard responsible for guarding his door.

"R-Run…" He warned before falling to the ground, dead but Frøygard could not retreat.