Zafiria's shock at seeing Chris was one thing but the icy chill of feeling her blood flood to her feet at the sight of Frost was another entirely. The court mask slipped ever so slightly, she felt it as much as she felt her face pale. Frost shouldn't have been able to do that. It seemed to be effortless, if he could do that then none of them was safe at any moment. It was the kiss of death to her freedom and marriage to combative studies. Her father seemed shocked and furious, he was as afraid as she was. It's a scary thing to know that even your parents, even a king can't protect you any longer. 

King Ozias stood. 

[color=007236][b]"Ramirez, inform the queen immediately. Tell her of Frost and this swordsman."[/b][/color] he boomed. It wasn't a request up for debate but a direct order. 

[color=007236][b]"Wulfrick, who is this man and what information does he have?"[/b][/color] the king demanded. 

[i]'we need it now more than ever'[/i] Zafiria finished for him in her mind. Her father was right, Mr. Falcon would be an incredible ally if his information was as helpful as their top generals said it would be. She knew better than to speak for Wulfrick, so she stiffened her squared shoulders and adjusted her facial features. A bead of cold sweat rolled from between her shoulder blades down her spine.

[color=007236][b]"Speak quickly."[/b][/color]