Amara’s pov
Threatening the authority of a leader in the presence of his people and degrading him was highly offensive, "Get me a horse." I directed my stare at a scrawny looking man that looked like he was about to piss himself under my gaze, "I will escape and none of you would come after me or your count dies!" I pressed the blade again digging deeper than I should this time but before the man could move, Orian's next action brought everyone to a stand still.
He managed to overpower me. Dagger wrestled from my grasp and I felt him pick me up from the ground and he dragged me to the table in the middle of the camp.
Everyone watched as he deposited me on it like I weighed nothing. My front was pressed to the table with his hand flattened on my back pressing me against it and his other
