"What? Heimrich?" asked Arabelle, narrowing her eyes.
Quentin smiled. He shouted loudly towards the front, calling out to the soldiers standing guard outside Calden Castle's assembly hall.
Hearing the call for them, the two soldiers in black armor and red robes with white eagles rushed inside and knelt obediently.
"Yes, My Lord?" asked one of the soldiers.
"Take Blanche Colton away from my sight. Place her in the dungeon to await execution," Quentin insisted.
"Yes, My Lord," replied the soldier.
They both walked over to Blanche Colton and began carrying the poor woman by grabbing her by both hands. Now, there were no strangers in the assembly room of Calden Castle.
"Other than Sir Dorren and Lady Arabelle. I want you all to leave!" commanded Quentin sternly.
Hearing this order spontaneously shocked the other officials. Sir Dorren realized the gaze of the officials behind him was fixed on him.
