The prisoner looks at me carefully and a rumble in his chest makes my throat tighten.
“What has happened?” He questions me.
“I need your aid.” I respond. “The Kingdom falls. It will earn you a pardon.” The prisoner sneers.
“My Lady!” The guard gasps behind me but I slice a hand through the air to silence him.
“On your father's authority?” The prisoner asks.
“On mine.” I answer briskly. His eyes snap to mine and he sees it, I can tell. He knows.
“I am sorry.” He murmurs, and there is a soft noise in his throat like a whine. He moves as if to get closer to me but the guard holds his spear out towards the prisoner, keeping him at bay. Holding my eye, the prisoner responds in a whisper. “Whatever you need. Pardon or no. You have my aid.” A shiver goes down my spine. The promise feels dee
