With the king's approval, Alaric gave a final nod to the guards. They led Priscilla away, her sobs growing faint as she was dragged out of the grounds and toward an uncertain future.
As the guards began to lead Priscilla away, Alaric lifted a hand, halting them. His voice was firm but low. "Bring me a pair of scissors."
The command sent a murmur of curiosity through the crowd, they wondered what he was about to do. He had said just now that he'd spare the maid but why was he asking for a scissors? The ones with the most imaginative minds thought perhaps he wished to plunge it in her throat. While others thought he was simply trying to scare her as they waited with bated breathes.
After a brief moment, a maid hurried forward, offering a small, silver pair of scissors.
