The tension in the air was as heavy as lead. The men squared off like grizzly bears, ready to rip into each other.
Zamilia feeling the need to be the voice of reason sighed heavily.
"Can you both please stop this madness?" Zamilia shouted, resting her hand on both Atéri and Treyon's chests, who now stood face to face snarling and glaring at each other.
They both looked down at the warm hand that rested on each of their chests. A slight calm followed.
"She belongs with me. If you are taking her anywhere, she rides with me. Now lead the way and stop holding up time," Atéri smirked.
"Treyon, why don't you lead the way, and we will follow," Queen Tamar replied, standing beside the princess smiling.
General Treyon smiled and bowed slightly, then turned to go on his horse.
Tamar glided
