“What in the name of Similiya is happening?” Lord Jeffery bellowed. “What is this uproar?”
“We are under attack, my lord,” one of the warriors said in response.
Indeed, Liam, the ministers, Arthur, some warriors, and his bride to be were retaliating, paying back the house of Green for his misdeeds at dawn.
“You three take care of the archers that are at the towers. You two are to protect Lady Amelia with your life. The others follow me.”
Liam barked orders left and right, like the ruler he was born to be, like the strategist he had been brought up to be.
“I want the b***h,” Amelia said in a whisper as her eyes turned crimson. “Genevieve!” She cried out. “I’m here for you. Show yourself if you are woman enough!”
Soon enough, Liam and Amelia were facing off Jeffery and Genevieve.
