The strong hands of the guards pulled her up from the sand and she staggered a bit but didn't fall due to the guards' grip on her. At that moment, her eyes and senses were highly at alert as she kept her eyes on the two guards, watching around to know when one of them or any other person would pull out a sword or something.
"To the royal house," the young man, Maverick, ordered again and the guards began to drag her away from the angry mob towards another direction.
Oh. So they aren't killing her...yet?
"Move!" One of the guards holding her ordered as he pulled her forward roughly.
She stared her daggers at him and almost punched him in the face but held herself as they kept moving.
She had no idea why she wasn't fighting these people or the guards. Maybe it was because she was so ent
