My heart races as I watch the men supporting Calais away. I turn my attention back to the attacking Pereian forces. Cairns' soldiers are resisting them.
"Let go of me!" I scream as I struggle to break free from the grip of another woman holding me.
She doesn't release me. Instead, her hold on me tightens all the more. "We have to clean you up, Lady Lyrica."
I glare at her. A Cairns' servant. They are so good at hiding their distaste for me.
"I said let go of me!" I scream again, and for the first time, I realize that my voice had become hoarse from shouting or crying… I don't know. Still, being away from people is safer for me.
But before I can make another move, a Pereian soldier slips through the barricade. His sword is drawn and raised, and there is malice in the way he looks at me.
A Cairns soldier tackles him to the ground and yet his eyes are still on me. "Stop fighting, you whore! Just let yourself be killed!"
