Joanne’s POV
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Garrick asked, covering his bleeding nose.
The archer, Conner, stood over Garrick with a feral look in his eyes; the entire tent had gone completely silent, and everybody was staring at the scene in shock.
“Miss Joanne has done nothing but help your sorry asses, and you treat her like she’s scum. She’s the Prince’s concubine and you should best remember that fact.”
“You’re f*****g crazy,” Garrick hissed.
“He’s right, though,” another soldier said, standing from the cot he was sleeping on. He looked groggy, but his eyes were alert as they darted between the soldiers. “She might be a woman… she might have been a slave, but she’s been nothing but helpful and she’s done it without complaint. Most of us would have died if it weren’t for he
