| |
|
"So how does that tie to me needing a new guy? I'm literally pr-" Kayla started, shutting up quickly |
|  |
|
| |
|
"Because your's is wanted in five different kingdoms and if he ever leaves here he'll lose his head, besides, nobody trusts him but I mean, can you blame them? People are terrifyed, all wondering when Sweetbane will strike again, doesn't even matter if he killed them or not, everybody blames him for everything." She noted, having not heard her slip up. |
|  |
|
| |
|
"But while he is here he has royal protection, am I understood?" |
| |
|
| |
|
"Yes, but that means you're stuck here forever if you're staying here with him, which I advise you do. I think we both remember what happened to the king before your father, whole town retaliated against him and killed him." She noted with a sigh. |
| |
|
| |
|
"Am I him? No. I am the queen and I am safe so long as I have the throne" |
| |
|
| |
|
"He sure as hell isn't, bounty hunters and all that." She added. |
| |
|
| |
|
"Then I'll kill them if they touch him" |
| |
|
| |
|
"I don't know Kay," She sighed. "Long as you love him, keep him in your sight." |
| |
|
| |
|
"Well when you order him out of your shop, that doesn't help, does it? Bitch." She snapped |
| |
|
Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
