King Selise’s bold eyes, black as the darkest, starless night bore into Ievos’ pale blue eyes challenging him and daring him to act. Ievos was almost completely frozen; he did not know his next move and it did not usually take this long to think of a course of action.
“My lord, do not risk yourself for us!” Elas cried over and Ievos looked at him as the elven soldier looked up at the spikes above him in fear contrast to his brave words. Selise laughed again.
“He is right, do not do anything brash!” Reinys called but he could see the fear in her eyes also. Ievos was frozen in his own fear.
“It will not take much to burn off that beautiful elven woman’s face, I do not intend death, but suffering. Your loyal soldier on the other hand, I will simply impale him. What do you do, Ievos?” Seli
