Forrest was fuming, observing a handful of warriors making their way towards them through the crowd. He gripped Elene’s hand with his gloved fingers, his protective instincts flaring up.
All this had the potential to go terribly wrong today.
He pulled her closer and whispered, “Go to Ivar. You are a Princess, they won’t—”
He didn’t get to finish when someone grabbed Elene’s arm and yanked her towards the dais.
“Let her go!” Forrest said quietly, yet there was something in his tone that made the guard pause, and Elene freed her hand, raising her chin higher. They were clearly outplayed and outnumbered right now, but it wasn’t over yet.
“Don’t be shy, General; come up here and bring your friend, who is definitely not the Northern Princess, right?” Cyrus mocked them from the dais, his gl
