The chaos that exploded was terrifying. Those who were still left on the opposing side either tried to surrender as they realized they were out numbered and their leaders- no where to be found (unless you count the dead body of the duchess...)
As the airs began to clear out from the retreat, Igna found herself standing there, heart racing so fast that when it all seemed to be over, all she could do, was stare.
There int he throne room, the Duke of Turgall himself tore down the flag of Ajhfeld and drew another from his pocket, and replaced the one that draped over the thrones with that of the small duchy of Turgall. And it was only then did Igna turn to observe her Duke walk past her, and lines of his own soldiers following, to where outside, he commanded the Ajhfeld flag to be lowered, and once it was, another Turgall flag was raised, and this one flapped high over the castle.
And as Igna stared at the victory flag, she realized, in that moment, she had no idea how to feel.