"Wake him up!" Ser Greymort demanded, glaring down at the half-naked boy. They'd found him on the high roads north of Forwin. Greymort would have ignored it, but his lady had demanded otherwise.
From the moment his Lady Aria Silvermane gazed upon him, mesmerized. She froze, commanding that he be taken in and cared for. She had never seen a more handsome man.
It had been three days since, and Ser Greymort had lost his patience.
Immediately, the Silvermane Spearman hurried forward, bearing the crest of a silver sword and shield over their ring mail, and dunked the boy's head into the water until the bubbles stopped.
The Young Man's eyes snapped open in a panic, feeling the foul water filling his lungs. He flailed when the guardsman pulled him out of the water bucket. There, they saw red and black eyes glaring.
