The guards roughly dragged her toward the middle of the grand hall to stand in front of the council. For a second, she stole a glance at Aldric who was standing at the corner of the grand hall, wearing back his stoic, unfeeling mask, that of a warrior.
As she stared at him, his eyes were not on her, rather they were fixed on space, as if he was avoiding her gaze, after all, he needed to concentrate, he needed to conceal his vulnerable sides from the prying eyes of others, needed to shove aside the fragile feeling that bloomed extensively in his heart.
He was the most revered warrior of East Ravka, to the face of the earth, he needed to be a fierce, powerful soldier, his will and determination unwavering.
