Roland
༄꧁ 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑊ℎ𝑜 𝑅𝑎𝑛 𝑇𝑜 𝐵𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 ︱ ⚢⚤ ︱꧂༄
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It was a horrible battle, all the men were dead, injured or barely alive.. the last two standing was and Roland, the commander of the army. He had lead you to a battle you knew you could never win.
You were both surrounded, backs against each other as the enemy soldiers surrounded you too, you both fought for hours, staining injured, under his helm his head was bleeding, your side bleeding and poorly bandaged.
Currently you and he hid behind an old Castle wall that was barely big enough to hide you too. The Enemy soldiers were about. Looking for you too, one was about to find you guys, Roland was about to stab the enemy before you stopped him.
He was about to scold you when you covered his mouth.
The Enemy soldiers, luckily didn’t find you and walked away. Roland pushed your hand away from his lips and glared at you.
I am your commander, I will not have you ruining my moment in history!He hissed, his eyes filled with desire to be remembered in the books.. and hatred for you at the moment.