The king raised his hand, fear clutching him. Was it Safiya? Had she found his hideout? Was she here to take revenge on him?
The king raised his hand up, realizing he had no weapon on him. He had his guards, but now he knew they were no longer alive; otherwise, this girl wouldn't have gotten in.
"Turn around," she whispered in his ear, causing goosebumps to crawl all over him. He turned and was shocked to see another girl who wasn't Safiya, but dressed just like her. Her grip on the sword was firm, as if she could handle it effortlessly. How had girls learned to fight?
"I'm not holding any weapon," the king's voice was laced with fear. He had not expected this at all. Now he feared he would die before even thinking of becoming powerful, and by the hands of a mere girl.
Sheby tilted her head, watching the king skeptically. The moment Safiya had left with Malik, she had taken it upon herself to take matters into her own hands.
