Marissa's POV:
I could not believe that this was going on. What did I see down the river's edge that was so important that my guardsman would not let me into the water?
"What is it?" I demanded, as my guardsman came walking right up to me. He placed his hands on my shoulders and pressed me down so that I could sit down. Without a word, he then placed one finger over his own mouth in an effort to hush me and for me to remain quiet at that moment.
I did not like it but I did what he suggested that I do. He then walked past me and around the chair on which I was seated and grabbed a large towel. He then turned around, still without talking, and walked back into the water. Once he reached my other guardsman, they stood in such a way as to block my view from what they had in their g
