"Stop this nonsense," Harsha interrupted.
The brunette lady stopped fighting immediately at his presence. Dhruv was watching from the side with a dejected look.
He turned to the medic and gestured for him to go away.
"Dhruv, arrange two horses." Harsha ordered him. "And some guards."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Dhruv bowed and left them alone.
Isabel and Maria stood there with a fearful look.
"Sit down," Harsha said in Spanish.
He knew Spanish because it was one of the most spoken languages that were planted into him by the research lab. He knew more of the modern Spanish, so his tone and pronunciations were a bit different but understandable to Spanish speakers.
They both sat down on the other side and clutched each other tightly.
"Why were you fighting?"
Isabel looked at him with a tinge of anger.
"He tried to remove my top."
