The words sounded very loud to him, it didn't seem to bother him, only he could hear it by the way.
Dhamsel was now off the terrace and standing in front of her father, his body emaciated and his head off and lying on the ground, it gave her the creeps.
Tears welled in her eyes and when she seemed to flutter them, the tears fell down. She looked at Rhett, suddenly angered and hating him.
"You could have taken him as a prisoner while you take over his kingdom!", she shouted at him.
Rhett,breathing hard now, only looked at her, not saying a word. Dhamsel seemed too daft brained to him. Hell!, he had almost been killed by her father and if he hadn't acted brave and showed resilience, he would have been dead by now.
Rhett's hands slowly went to the sword thrust to his belly. He gingerly held it and with a tentative motion, took it out. He groaned a bit as he did so and breathed more hardly before falling on his knees, staring at the floor.
