"I am Rilden, son of Thaimos. House of Aleden..."

His words and demeanor were calm and convincing, but Robyn was hardly able to believe what she was hearing. When he exposed his brand she couldn't help but widen her eyes in shock. She released her grip on the weapon. "So all the rumours are true..." She had a mix of astonishment and awe on her face. In her own home now stood royalty, he had the marks and even the sword to prove it.

"They're searching the houses now," the elven companion spoke up.

"Your highness," she said giving a quick bow, "I am indeed one you seek. Forgive my deception. My mother warned me to keep it secret. But if I may, it is not safe for you here. I have a trapdoor you can hide until they pass," she motioned at a small trapdoor under her desk, "otherwise Your Majesty should escape from the back.  They'll expect my presence here."

She was growing nervous. What would they do? She was no fighter, and it was clear although these men clearly were, they were outnumbered.

"What should we do?"