06-27-2018, 01:54 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 45%; font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px;"]The woman had taken care of the assassin who sought to take the Sovereign's life. The assassin's throat and stomach had been slit open with their own weapon and their body was on the ground a few feet away from Frederick. The blood-covered woman would stare down at the Sovereign, listening to him speak. Her gaze would harden and she looked at the gathering crowd. Abella would send a cold glare towards the crowd and she spoke. "Get Frederick some help for his shoulder. If the Blackfallen are coming, we cannot afford to have anyone injured before they arrive. We will show those scum no mercy. We will end this war!"