Amelia entered the courtyard alongside Killian and Cyrus. She was welcomed by the sight of Blackwell guards laying on the ground either unconscious, groaning in pain, or dead while others stood with their weapons thrown on the ground as they had given up.
Killian's men filled the castle and they were rounding up anyone they spotted to gather in the courtyard.
"Get your filthy hands off of me," Annabelle's voice was heard as a northerner pulled her by her hand into the courtyard. "I am pregnant. Release me you animal."
'She's bold to be throwing insults when they have the upper hand. Then again, she thinks my father is alive to save her,' Amelia thought. She would enjoy breaking the unfortunate news to Annabelle to watch all hope leave her eyes.
"Who are you?" Killian cast an uninterested look at Annabelle. "You speak as if you have some sort of authority."
