"Bad idea Your Majesty. Killing is the only language they understand. I fear they are not as diplomatic as you think," Sir Brandon explained without looking at Alexander.
Brandon wiped the sweat on his face with the back of his hand, blood dripping the tip of his sword. His eyes calculated the numbers and the chances of survival were close to none. The hired knives had a legacy throughout Arcadia. They had been banned by King Henry but now that he was dead, they had come back, more powerful at that. What could be the wisest way of killing your enemies without having their own blood in your hands than hiring the ruthless knives.
"If we want to get out of here alive, we have to exit this room," Newton pointed. He pinched his nose quickly afraid any second would send him to hell.
"That cannot happen without a blood bath, unfortunately," Alexander pointed.
"Burn them!" Isadora talked for the first time.
