Part 5: Having the Freedom of Choice
Well into the late night, despite the many protests of Arabella, the admiral of the Royal Guard of Cravolta lied in wait in the abode of his temporary captors.
Arabella stood to the side of the open-aired chamber furnished with lavish sofas and jewelled tables till the time came that Sayyed returned and reluctantly greeted his previous captive—agreeing to parley with him in the process.
Dozens of the Khathi men surrounded the chamber as Sayyed gave a side-eyed glare to Arabella and sat down on his sofa like a throne.
Arabella's gaze immediately went to the floor, but she forced herself to keep her chin up and back straight while she faced ahead. Sayyed rested his arms out wide on the back of the sofa and placed one leg over the other.
