The King's Command
“No.”
“Did you just tell me ‘no’, slave? I don’t care how good your swordsman skills are, no one refuses me, especially not one of my slaves. Guards, dispose this stubborn animal. I will not waste my time on lost causes.”
The sudden crack of a whip distracts you long enough for several crossbow bolts to pierce your chest. The impact drives you back a few feet, but you remain standing. Darius’ whip tears the skin from your body as you struggle to find a weapon to defend yourself with. Not finding anything you desperately reach for Lady Myrr to use as a shield against the attacks. She easily dodges out of your way, cutting your arm in the attempt with a hidden blade pulled from her dress. Bleeding from several wounds, you finally collapse to the ground. Lady Myrr grabs your hair and pulls your head back exposing your throat.
“Not so confident now, are you?” she taunts while bringing the blade to your throat.
“Did you just tell me ‘no’, slave? I don’t care how good your swordsman skills are, no one refuses me, especially not one of my slaves. Guards, dispose this stubborn animal. I will not waste my time on lost causes.”
The sudden crack of a whip distracts you long enough for several crossbow bolts to pierce your chest. The impact drives you back a few feet, but you remain standing. Darius’ whip tears the skin from your body as you struggle to find a weapon to defend yourself with. Not finding anything you desperately reach for Lady Myrr to use as a shield against the attacks. She easily dodges out of your way, cutting your arm in the attempt with a hidden blade pulled from her dress. Bleeding from several wounds, you finally collapse to the ground. Lady Myrr grabs your hair and pulls your head back exposing your throat.
“Not so confident now, are you?” she taunts while bringing the blade to your throat.
