Two men went to her to make an inspection. One is holding her while the other checks if there are still more weapons in her possession. She kept silent and all the while, the other guards did not leave. They watched as one of them had openly touched her body to check, fascinated with someone being able to get to touch royalty. Their fascination was short-lived when someone very familiar came—one she despises and wishes to see suffer to death one day.
"Princess," Jacin said. "You have been quite out and about. The King is in deep worry. It shall joy him to see that you have returned."
"Damn you."
"Princess," he said, feigning shock. "Such vulgar words."
"Die, you f.ucker."
Jacin chuckled. "Take her away. The King shall see her soon."
"I want to see Alaric now," she demanded.
"You can
