“It’s not that I had blood lust Soreth,” Wrenna stated as she sat in her corner patiently, “but your knight did attack me first and I was only defending myself. Getting into a fight and seriously hurting or killing someone wouldn’t help me in my situation now would it?”

“Don’t call him by his name!” Lorne hissed as he stood in his corner of the room, taping his foot impatiently, “And I was doing my job! She was sent here to kill you your majesty. What was I supposed to do when I saw her, go “Oh, surely this is utterly normal and can’t do any harm down the road now can it”!?” Lorne stopped to take a breath and call down. If he was going to protect his king, he was going to have to be able to see, and if Soreth wasn’t going to let him see until he was calmed down, then he at least had to act calm. “But if it’s your command to not attack her again, I won’t.” He had to follow his kings orders, but he also had to protect him as well.