Am I supposed to say something? Apparently not, because he sheathed his sword and knelt at her feet and said “I am yours to command.” Shit. Shit. Shit. “What does that even mean?” He looked up at her again and even if he was using the voice, he had a small, sardonic smile. He knows perfectly well that I don’t know what the hell to do now. Dear god, I think he thinks this is funny. “I would give my life for yours. Your enemies are my enemies.” “They already were your enemies!” “Well,” he admitted, “that’s true. But I’ll be here if you make any new ones.”
