Marx followed the sound of the voice. He saw Lady Sofia sitting on the ground and she was trying to massage her ankle. It was obvious that she strained her ankle.
"What are you waiting for? My leg is hurting and I cannot stand. Aren't you going to help me up?" Sofia asked pleadingly.
"I dare not touch the King's woman. Let me call for help." Marx tapped a button on his wristwatch.
Sofia gritted her teeth. 'How come he is not acting according to the script? Shouldn't he pick me up and carry me princess style?'
In less than a minute a lean guard appeared and approached Sofia.
"Let me help you, My Lady." The guard said politely. She bent down and picked up Sofia. She was one of the guards assigned to Amaya. For convenience, there was always a female guard assigned to her.
Sofia furtively glanced at Marx. Her schemes failed. Just how careful and smart was he?
