Evanna paled at the sight before her, how was she spotted? She was always so careful. She looked back at Ger who already put his sword back into its sheath and placed the weapon down on the ground. Unlike her, he couldn't keep hold of a weapon in front of the king, he would be considered a threat to his majesty. Evanna relaxed her stance and put her own swords away, sad that their fight had ended, she was enjoying it, fighting a different opponent. Now, it seemed she was going to be a prisoner in her own home after leaving the palace. Again.
Osian got down from his horse and walked up to the scene that was before him. Ger who now stood taller and broader than him had grown out of his baby face, he now bowed before him. Further behind him he saw his daughter dressed like a man with weapons sheathed behind her back, her body stiff with apprehension and her normal pale complexion looking ghostly. He looked to and from each of their faces. Then spoke,
