Despite Fiona's abrupt dismissal, Sir Michael and I remained rooted to our seats, stunned by her refusal to help. The weight of her words hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow across the room as we struggled to process the implications of her rejection.
"Why won't you help us?" I blurted out, unable to contain my frustration. I had feared something like this would happen, but I didn't expect it to be a reality.
Fiona fixed me with a steely gaze, her expression unreadable. "Because I swore an oath to protect the Order, and I will not jeopardize that for anyone."
"But we need your assistance," Sir Michael implored, his voice tinged with desperation. "Even with the appearance of these creatures, I have no doubt the king wants to settle the score with Miles first. If we do not act soon, it may be too late."
