"I want to see him as I hate to meet him again,"
she mumbled with a shaky voice as she was gazing over at Noah.
"you will; you need to know that you are not the Laura before your death. He can't hurt you anymore."
Laura got up from the bed, stepping closer to the window ." I was a valor queen at my time, son; he made me frail and locked me in my chamber for ages until Robert came to rescue."
Noah interrupted her, " but he failed"
Laura nodded, replete in sorrow" I lost my life, and he lost ..." she didn't finish her sentence as she was too stubborn to confess their failure.
Two huge guards but into the room, they didn't bend or anything, just a harsh voice with no respect.
Noah drew his sword out. They raised their arm and shouted " bemon" in their own language, Noah stock in his place. Laura shooked her head.
"let him go and say what do you want?"
