Zachariah swung the whip forward and Sam moved from the ground in front of Strelitzia, taking thorns and woven twigs across the back. He grunted, feeling his skin split open as it was yanked away. "What are you doing?" He hissed in pain, a low, harsh whisper she could only hear.
"Sam technically did not offend the king so therefore should not be punished. He was the only person who scoured across the countries in search of his sister and tried to do anything about the hell she lived through." Her gaze flicked to Sam and she gave the slightest shake of her head. Strelitzia wouldn't keep being a bystander to madness. She was tired of watching others get hurt and allowing fear for her own wellbeing to get in the way of what was right. Moving around Sam, again she stood in the way of the punisher.
