The moment Maeve drew the knife, a hand of a true assassin grabbed her wrist.
It was a guard who materialized out of nowhere, the one who she had sent to deliver the message. He hadn't trusted her one bit, and so the king had asked him to observe.
Maeve screamed in fright as the man disarmed her, he practically crushed her hand and yanked her off her feet. She dangled in his grasp and then he lowered her to kneel, causing her to fall to the floor, hanging by her arm. Then the man held her by the neck, forcing her to face her king as quick as Lugh turned around. The man sheathed the knife and pinned her arms behind her back.
"Help me!" She cried, her voice breaking and her plea for forgiveness futile. She had been caught in her attempt, her crime was punishable by death. The situation had become more dire.
