Namyna had to think fast. She had gotten Brelan into this horrific mess, and she would be damned if she didn't get him out too. She mentally cursed her brother's innate need to protect her, instead of acting logically for the kingdom. Granted, she wasn't particularly different in that aspect, but damnit, he was supposed to be the future king! She sighed, frustrated, and stood slowly and unsteadily to her feet. Her hands gripped her gown as she glared at the assailant. 

"You're not taking her," the prince snarled, and before Namyna could stop him, he lunged toward the armed man.