Brelan looked like he had been punched in the stomach when he rounded the corner, faced with the large stone-faced man looming over his sister, the man's large sword pointed in his direction. A scowl just as deadly as his sister's darkened his eyes. Glancing at Namyna to check for signs of blood, he was relieved to find none, before turning his attention back to the man. The prince inwardly cursed at himself for not finding help first, or for having his sword on hand. [i]Stupid, stupid move.[/i]

Putting his hands outward in a disarmed stance, Brelan spoke evenly. "If you're here for us, I'll go with you," he offered. "Just leave her be."

Namyna's eyes widened with shock. Was he [i]that[/i] dumb? He was the future king, for the Gods' sakes! She moved to stand. "Brelan--"

"Don't," her brother's voice came out icily, eyes staying locked on their assailant. "Stay. Put." 

Namyna stilled, her jaw clenching. She had yet to see Brelan this way, had yet to see him face dangers as strongly as the king he was meant to be. Even so, surrender should not have been an option. She mentally noted to punch him in the jaw when given the opportunity. Still, she had little power in their current situation - if she attacked the man above her, there was a decent chance that Brelan would be placed in harm's reach. Her jaw worked again, waiting for the man's response. If he so much as [i]touched[/i] Brelan...