I licked my lips, slightly wetting them, at the sight of the hand awaiting mine. The sound of the screaming did not stop and by the depths of the man truly needed help.
The curiosity in me was dying to know what was going on which is why I placed my hand in Tristan's.
Suffice to say the man was in no hurry to move as he patiently waited out with his hand held out. By the sly look over his face it was obvious that Tristan knew I would end up placing my hand in his.
It was in front of the Grand courtroom. Which meant it was either that the villagers was not being entertained properly as he wanted his problem to be he was simply awaiting the word that form the king without waiting in line.
But with the helpless log and the cries he admitted it must be something else.
