"This ends now," the hero's voice carried through the room, eyes set on the woman standing in front of the throne, who watched him with a crooked smile and raised brow. "It's over."
"Is it?" she asked, amusement lacing her tone, hardly looking the defeated villain they all thought her to be.
"Enough of this," he said, nodding to his second in command.
The brute of a man locked eyes with him momentarily before brandishing his sword and crossing the room in steady strides, gaze set on the woman, who watched him patiently. He came to a stop when he reached her, towering over her nimble form, blade held just under her chin, taking in the small smile she had to offer him.
"Do you yield?" the hero asked from his spot.
She slowly peeked around the muscular man, sly expression back in play, and enunciated, "No." As soon as she straightened, what happened next had the hero at a loss for words.
His most trusted ally, his right hand and closest friend, lowered the sword and knelt down before the enemy, his eyes softening and locked with her own before he bowed his head to her.
The villain's smug expression zeroed in on the hero's mortified look from her spot. "Do you yield?"
