Damon saw a rage on Mugu's face unlike anything he had witnessed before. The young man stepped in front of Abellona and planted himself between her and the armored knights.
"You cannot have Abellona. She is not yours to take."
His voice was cold. His eyes held no fear. Only certainty. If they wanted her, they would have to step over his corpse.
That, unfortunately, was easily arranged.
What could a powerless village boy do, what could his anger and ire cause. Nothing.
There was nothing here could do to stop them.
The knights drew their swords and dismounted. They would have trampled him with their horses, but he stood too close to the prince's new prize. They did not want her ending up dead like the previous three.
"Do not get in the way, boy. It should be her honor to serve his highness," one of the knights said with a cruel smile. There was nothing unusual about this for them. This was routine.
Damon folded his arms, watching from outside Mugu's body.
