An hour later, Belle arrived at the Avetmore palace surrounded by a little army of swordsman and women who all bowed respectfully before the King. King Scot immediately recognised the few men he once trained with when he was Meryln’s candidate. He could not help to be impressed by the number of determined women who carried their swords proudly like a badge. They walked tall with no fear in their eyes, something he was certain was instilled and praised by their master.
Belle’s husband stood up and walked towards her. He could not afford to have her discredit his reputation before the council and King. It normally took a cold stare to instil fear and make her obedient, he just needed to get closer to her.
“Don’t you dare come close to me” Belle warned sternly, shooting daggers at him. Sh
