Audible gulps.
Just one saint was problematic enough.
They didn't need more.
"We-we surrender-" The king started.
He'd thought this over. There was no room for negotiations anymore. He'd burnt that bridge down, himself. But he could still stall for time and-
"Stop screwing around!" But the prince wasn't having any of it. He was supposed to get married. He was supposed to bed Emily. He was supposed to own every bit of her, have her, enjoy her. And yet, out of nowhere, this nobody who wasn't even her real brother, was taking her away from him? He was not going to have it. "I challenge you to a duel! She's mine!"
Theo rolled his eyes and cracked his knuckles. "It's time we shut him-"
"Hold on!" John came running, excited. "You didn't see the stuff in the coliseum, right?" He was more than just excited.
"No?"
