"State your business" the guard said, well suited in silver armour and a brown horse.
The soldiers that were close to him had already unsheathed their swords... With the sharp edges facing me.
"My business?" Gillian asked, moving closer to the guy who asked him despite all the swords that pointed at him simultaneously.
"How bout you tell that king of yours that he has a visitor before I rip your throat off your head" Gillian said, his left eye scouting the place for any intruder.
His face bearing a striking resemblance to that of an angry beast.
Three layers of guard's, the first layer whom he was currently speaking to, overseas that the king gets to his destination safely.
The second, being the most cautious one, overseas everything that goes on during the journey, who the king should visit and who he should not.
Like a prison ward.
The last, extremely important group of people.
