“I see,” he said. “And if I told you that I was her guardsman, that I only wanted to keep her safe…?” The woman folded her arms. “Then I’d say that’s all very nice, but I don’t know you and I don’t trust you and I won’t hand over a woman just on your say-so.” Sarkis lifted his hand, unthinking, to rub his face and the woman flinched back, almost imperceptibly. She expects to pay a price for her silence. And she’s standing up to a man with bloody hands and a bloody sword nevertheless. He was not impressed with the warriors of this decadent southern land, but their women were tearing the heart
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