I sheathed my sword and reached for the letter. I carefully but swiftly pulled one end of the leather string loose and it fell to the ground. I unrolled the letter. All that was to be heard was my heavy breathing and the crinkling of the fragile paper. I looked at my father and back to the paper, though I could still feel his gaze.
I continued, " Enrilth, Cadleigh, Mortham, Coarshire, Waelmore, Arlcliff, Baerston. The list I just read are of many of your palaces and kingdoms. My highest eminence, these are orders from the silver knights of the north. Orders to kill. Orders to destroy. Orders to cause chaos and mayhem." I spoke with such confidence to the people surrounding me.
My brother rose from his throne and gave me a look as if it could kill me.
" She speaks of falsity. There are no--" he started, but I cut him off.
"I would never speak of such deception! I would never betray my people! But for you! I shall never speak for you! These are your orders! You have hoaxed everyone here into such a trance that they are defenseless!" I step closer almost every shout and exclamation. I have spoken with such anger. Not in a situation quite like this. My brother's eyes turn red, red as the rubies on my sword. But his expression is different. A sense of relief could be made out. Confusion raced through my mind as a smirk grew upon his horrid face.
