The End of the First Knights of Queen Vana?

The wounded and worried Von lifted the ailing Ryvna in both his hands as the fire raged itself quickly.

All of them panicked. Even Ryvna as Von carried him roamed her eyes and saw how they were being engulfed by the fire.

Von runs towards the center of the room where Sir Philip is and gently lays Ryvna beside the unconscious Queen Vana.

While Sir Philip is waking the Queen by shaking her shoulders, Ryvna almost tore a garment from her skirt to cover her wound when Von stopped her.

"That's your only layer of skirt Lady, have some respect," Von said as he tears his sleeve. "It's already short enough when you gave some to Sir Philip." He whispered to himself.

Ryvna in rush did not realize she already lost too many garments, still, she answered Von "We're dying, how's that important."

She then just tore a part of her chausses (close-fitting covering for legs and feet/leggings) in her thigh where a broken ceramic is drugged.

"Is that really necessary?" Von said and looked at her blankly.

"Shut up it's pressuring my flesh." She said and hissed in stinging pain when she removed the ceramic.

Suddenly, they heard coughing.

They looked over in surprise and saw the Queen is finally awake.

Ryvna quickly wrapped her wound with Von's sleeve while Sir Philip and Von helped her as she gets up.

"What's happening?" The Queen asked in between her coughs.

"You don't have to stand Queen Vana, I'm still figuring out our escape." Sir Philip worried that there may be no escape from this.

"No, the Princess, where is she? How is this place on fire? Did she do this?" Queen Vana said still unsteady in her stance.

"Calm down Queen Vana," Von said.

"She's a princess?" Sir Philip unbelievably asked although he isn't really asking, he just echoed what the Queen said. Of course, she's a Princess, she's dressed like one.

Queen Vana sighed and somehow calmed down despite the fire heating up the room pretty quickly and said, "I recognized her, she was introduced to me by King Council Vardyr as the future wife of his son... I just don't understand.... why?!" The Queen said as she wrinkled her brows and exhaled hard repeatedly.

The queen coughed from the smoke. She just wondered how can all these things happen to her kingdom in less than a whole day.

How can she ever save her people? A lot has died already, she doesn't even know where the rest of the people are.

Thinking about it weakened the Queen.

"We need to get out of here," Ryvna said and breaks the few seconds of silence.

"We still got time, the fire won't crawl to the floor," Ryvna added.

The structure of the throne room gave hope to Ryvna. It's spacious enough to provide maneuverable easy routes to the crown and the royal throne.

It is then hard for the fire to catch anything toward the center.

But Sir Philip worries about a way out. The glass windows are shut and sealed with no opening. Even if they break the glass, they can never get passed the grills.

And the doors, forget the doors, there are no doors. The Princess erased it like she was just wiping a huge chunk on the wall.

"How are we going out," Von said talking to himself as he is still trying to figure out how to escape.

All that they could hear of is the fire cracking against the curtains and the thumping of their hearts.

They circled together like they were surrounded by predators except the predators are fires.

And they sweat like crazy.

Then they heard a loud thud from the ceiling and synchronously, they jolted.

As they looked over, the high wooden ceiling filled with hanging candelabras (chandeliers) made of iron, saw how it met fire.

The thud they heard earlier was the candelabra losing its grip on the ceiling.

Time is running short and there is no way out. There is no hope other than a miracle.

The Knights felt helpless. If the fire is indeed predators surrounding them, they could have done something by now.

They wished they could have done something, but how can they when their enemy does no attacks other than growing fast as it feeds itself with everything in this room.

The ceiling starts to fall and it's like they are just waiting for their death looking over the hanging candelabras and getting closer to losing their grip.

"Brace yourselves!" Sir Philip gulped and hoped it wouldn't fall.

And indeed, it lost its grip.

Instinctively, the three knights shielded the Queen with their bodies as they pushed her to the ground for they hope for nothing but a mere miracle.

For what felt like forever, they counted seconds in their heads just to fill their thoughts with something.

They all squeezed their eyes and waited for their death to come.

Fortunately, in disappointment, nothing smashed their bodies.

No hanging candelabras.

No falling debris, whatsoever.

As a miracle they hoped, came to them like lightning.

It was like scattered moon dust of miracle, faster than the falling candelabras, brighter than the raging fire.

The moon dust armored them like the invisible dome of this world filling half the entirety of the room - the miracle they prayed for came with remarkable mystery.

With such agony, they opened their eyes and saw broken irons and candles above them as if they were floating mid-air.

Then suddenly someone spoke to them in an ever-so-highly majestic voice echoing in the dome.

"I am King Grādh, your One King."