A moment of silence roared on the calm grassland, everyone could sense a minor change in the air. It could have been because Sigrid's aura had been growing colder and colder or because Roland frowned, displeased by Lettice's behavior. Or perhaps it was because Lady Iryne's fingers managed to locate Sir Samuel's sword as he was the armed knight nearest to her.
"Lettice York, have you lost your marbles?" Governess Brum voiced out in alarm.
This spoiled lady routine she was putting on had moments and people that cared for it, the Thorin's were not those people.
"Take her away." Roland ordered in a deep, calm voice.
Two young knights came out to act on the order but Sigrid stopped them. She was familiar with the name Lettice York, Roland's spoiled ward of sorts that was killed by a bull during the time Emmah spent on Stormwind in the original novel.
