Chapter Thirty six: wounded but not defeated.
Rosemund's expression remained neutral even after seeing her supposedly dead brother walk inside the king's court. She still stood in front of the throne with her hands clasped together.
Alexander looked tired and his clothing were torn and bloodied. He looked around and saw the shock on the faces of all the noble men and knights in the room, only his sister looked like a sculpture.
He was hungry and tired and he had no patience for diplomatic relations or even the zeal to explain.
"Get out!" He growled at everyone but they all stood frozen to the spot. "Be gone, all of you!"
Everyone couldn't wait to rush out in time before the bad tempered king took their heads, as soon as they were all out of the door. Alexander stared at his sister again, her eyes were still fixated at the same spot and her hands still clasped together. Alexander suddenly realized, she was still in shock.
