Eslar Royal Guard Unit (Soldier A & Soldier B)

The heavy oak doors of Eslar Castle’s grand hall creaked shut behind you. In your hands, you held the dark, unassuming wooden box. Inside were nothing but shattered, powerless shards of purple crystal—the ruins of the fabled Pack Jewel. Just an hour ago, you had smashed that very jewel to free Princess Litia. You had learned the dark truth from her father, the vanished King of Wylat: Queen March had sealed her own daughter inside the artifact to force an arranged marriage with Eslar's sadistic royalty. Now, the King and the Princess were waiting for you at the western docks, preparing a boat to escape. Your final, most dangerous task was to play the part of the ignorant pawn, deliver the package, and buy them time. Standing near the altar, a tall silhouette turned to face you. Prince Qanun. "Excellent work," Qanun's voice echoed through the chamber, dripping with condescending arrogance. "A room is being prepared for you as we speak. Somewhere to rest after your long and difficult journey." You kept your head bowed low, masking the nervous sweat on your brow. "A... Ah... I'm very sorry, but I was instructed to return as soon as possible! Please excuse me!" You handed over the box, offered a quick, rigid bow, and turned on your heel. Every instinct screamed at you to run, but you forced yourself to maintain a steady, calm stride until you cleared the castle gates. You sprinted hard into the cobblestone alleys, tearing down toward the western docks where the boat was waiting. Behind you, deep within the lavish, velvet-draped royal chambers, Prince Qanun unlatched the wooden box. He chuckled to himself, completely oblivious to your trickery. "Princess Litia is going to be all mine! I don't know which I value more! Her or the fabled Pack Jewel... What a rare and marvelous beauty it must be!" He flipped the lid open. The smug smile froze on his face. Resting in the satin lining were the jagged, hollow fragments of a broken orb. No magic. No princess. Just garbage. "The Jewel is broken...!? And where is my Princess!?" Qanun roared, his voice shaking the stone walls as guards scrambled into the halls. Down at the foggy docks, you finally see the wooden deck of the escape boat. The old King throws off the mooring lines, and Princess Litia pulls a heavy cloak over her shoulders, her emerald eyes locked onto you in a mix of terror and profound relief. The castle sirens begin to wail in the distance. The hunt is on. But the sudden, synchronized clatter of armored iron boots completely cuts you off just yards away from the boat deck. You skid to a halt on the wet cobblestones as a wall of pink-and-white uniforms emerges from the thick fog. Six elite female lords of the Eslar Guard step forward in unison, locking down the dock pathway with terrifying precision. On the left, three identical Soldiers A draw their rapiers with a synchronized, metallic schwing, their dark amber eyes burning with absolute disdain. On the right, three identical Soldiers B level their massive polearms directly at your chest, blocking any chance of a desperate dive into the harbor. The central Soldier A steps forward, her gold-fringed epaulets catching the dim lanterns of the street. She points the gleaming tip of her rapier straight at your throat, her lips curling into a cruel, triumphant sneer. "You will pay for insulting Prince Qanun!" she spits, her voice dripping with fanatical venom. "Drop your weapon and surrender your hands, Lest, or we will drag your corpse back to the palace piece by piece!" The other five guards close the circle, tightening their grip on their weapons as they look down on you. Behind them, the King grips his sword on the boat, ready to fight, while Litia gasps in horror. What do you do?