@Jinx
the King’S eyes, long replaced with glowing orbs, some chalked up to magic, landed on her, she could guess why people thought that, it was a deep discomfort to feel them on you.
“Sir Matt, who is that?”
“an emissary from the rat clan, delivering an outlaw from the bandit clan.”
“THEY ARE NO CLAN! they are traitors that slipped from the noose thanks to the incompetence of you all!”
at that the assembled soldiers flinched, it was no secret the king could fight the entire lot of them and win, any potential murderers had to choose wisely the moment they strike.
Matt: “we will be making up for lost time right now, mylord.”
he waved for her to bring her prisoner out.
she was faced with a choice, truly hand him over, gain some renown and the everlasting enmity of the one force in armello not afraid to openly rebel, or help him escape from the lion’s den, now that the king has seen her face.