"I… I…" Drusilla hemmed and hawed, desperately looking around the crowd. She tried her best to find support, but no one wanted to meet her eyes. There was no one willing to argue for her, let alone take her place in the archery contest.
"Can you speak up?" Cordelia asked irritably. "She asked you a simple 'yes' or 'no' question. Stop wasting everyone's time!"
"...Brother… but… must I…" Drusilla made a last-ditch attempt, pleading with Alistair to change his mind. She tried to communicate with him via the tears in her eyes. Why couldn't her brother see that she was terrified?
Surely, winning a simple archery contest was not worth her life! Her brother had already gotten second place, wasn't that enough?
