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"Doraleous Toreau?" The guard repeated. He looked at the other guard atop the gatehouse. "Wasn't he dead?"

"Yeah, I heard he died during the battle in Shornhelm." The second guard said.

"Must be something he sent before then." A third guard stated.

"I suppose. Should we let him in? Sir Doraleous was a rebel." The first guard asked.

"It's just a letter, there is no harm in it. Besides, Sir Ivo will want to read it regardless." The third guard replied.

"Alright." The first said. He leaned out of the gatehouse and told the courier. "One moment, we'll open the gates."

They pulled the levers in the gatehouse and soon both gates swung open.

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"With those spears...it will be difficult." Jovron stated. Still, he cast Frost Familiar, summoning his wolf spirit. The cold aetherial wolf charged ahead at the formation.

The wolf jumped into the phalanx, but one of the Bouchards thurst his spear at him, impailing the familiar.

Jovron grunted. "Damn it. Those spears don't let us get any closer."

The Bouchards kept pushing back the defenders, who were forced to huddle together as the phalanx surrounded them. Before long they were completely pushed against the wall, totaly surrounded by the Bouchards.

Rallaume laughed from behind the shields. "You're done bastard! You've lost! Jehanna will be mine!"

"It seems we'll have to fight to the last." Jeanne muttered. "Because I am not surrendering to the swine that butchered Rob."

"And I am not going back to being his play thing." Cirges stated. "I'll fight till my dying breath."

Jovron was glad to hear such words from his men. He also had no intention of surrendering. He would not give up the country that he has fought for. His family's country. Even if those letters were true...even if he was a Lariat, he was raised a Stentor. This was his home and he was the last one who could rule it. He was the last Stentor, regardless of his true birth.

"What say you, my king?" Louis asked.

"We fight." Jovron stated adamantly. He was ready to order a charge when he heard it....war horns coming from the west. From the city's main entrance.