Tangorodream - The Price of Loyalty

The horde of the crusaders drunk of blood at full speed rushed along areas unmarked on the map.
They’ve lost the trace long ago but thirst to overtake the enemy made them forget about prudence and rest.
The maps of place were burnt in campfire – they had no value here anymore.
Blind rage lead them to the mountains among which the towers of an unknown castle were seen.
Trampling field flowers down into the ground and frightening the kept quiet animals, cavalry rushed to it.
As they saw weaving patterns on the castle gates and walls, their leader tarried for a second and held his horse
but his face distorted with a grimace of wrath, he raised the sword above his head and rushed ahead, and his battlecry
was a sign for attack.
They did not spare neither old men nor children.
Flesh and blood stuck to the helmets and armours.
They did not answer any questions - mincing rashly the hands raised in begging gesture.
The inhabitans of the castle were wise and beautiful, but they could not fight and didn’t know any cruelty.
And now those who was still alive were going mad as they saw that.
Knights’ eyes without compromice shone with cruelty and their strong arms sank in blood more and more.
Detachment moved closer and closer to the royal chamber, leaving behind them the bloody harvest.
The doors got unhinged with an unexpected blow, and the dance of death stopped for a second.
The sights of the king and the crusaders’ leader came across each other.
Around the king there gathered twelve heads of main kins – the state counsil.
Each of them was the king himself but the one thing united them all.
After a part of a second the last obstacle split, and blood irrigated the daylight again.
Dying, twelve faithful counsellors, twelve fathers of the noble kins, twelve stars with the banners of the state swore to stay forever by the royal throne and to defend Its peace eternally.
They were not warriors.
But they were beautiful.
And the stars have heard them.