I was thrown across the floor and in front of the feet of a man which I stared at as I could not even glance up. My hands and knees were shaking from the fear I felt and having come face to face with the man, in a room full of guards, the fight had left my body. There was no way that I was winning.
"Leave," the man in front of him commanded and the guards left. Their boots thudded against the floor and I felt it move under me. Or maybe, I was just me shaking. The door was closed and we were alone in the room. This time I could not be saved.
The man moved and my heart stopped. He stood in front of me and stopped, I kept my eyes down. I was brave but not stupid to look death in the eye and instigate it. He bent down and I was his knee touch the ground, right next to where my hand was. his and came up to my chin and he lifted it.
"Good to see you, Princess Genevieve."
