The man rolled his head up.
"Your grace!" The man knew Wilmore's face extremely.
"Yes, tell me! Do you want to live?"
Rave scrambled to them, standing near Wilmore.
The man looked at him, "are you a knight?"
Rave was massaging his wrists!
"I am, now! If I am not lying."
The man nodded, "I don't want to live if I revealed that secret."
"Is it loyalty or fear?"
Asked Wilmore, he caught the hesitation, and smirked, "it is both."
"Real mem never break their oaths."
He replied.
"She thinks I will kill you, but I don't want to waste the days you were trained to become a combatant! But if I see you getting drunk or gambling again! I will tear your throat."
His eyes rolled on Rave who was checking his pockets, cursing under his breath. That bastard had taken out those gorgeous coins.
"But your grace, she will rise against you!"
