''Alric! Wait! Let go of me.'' Lydia struggled away from Aeron's grip and hurried forward towards King Alric.
''Have I it told you before that it's King Alric?'' A devastating slap landed on Lydia's cheek as soon as she was in front of the King.
She didn't expect it.
Lydia stumbled backwards into Aeron's arm where she was held down for good this time.
''You can't do that to your own flesh and blood. Aric. How can you send your own daughter to the werewolves? You of all people hate the werewolves with a passion. So, do you hate your daughter that much to send her away?'' Lydia held her cheek and was weeping profusely.
''Aeron, if not for old times I would have done something bad to you too. What is this witch still doing here?'' King Alric bellowed.
''Your majesty!'' Aeron bowed briskly and dragged a struggling Lydia out of the King's Court.
