" Rajah!"
Jafar looked back, taken aback by the name as well.
Standing there was a man around Jafar's age, with narrow eyes and long black hair tied into a braid.
" What… why?" Zaid asked, his voice wavering with both anger and denial.
Zarqa looked at Jafar to inquire about the said man. " The royal gardener and the caretaker of the hawks," he answered.
Rajah had no intention to answer Zaid's question. The moment Morjana stepped away from him and landed on Zarqa's shoulder, he brandished his own weapon at the younger man.
Zaid seemed hurt with that act and he held up his own sword, albeit hesitantly.
