The sun had set and everything was quiet. Guin had finished pacing the inside of her room, trying to figure out how she was going to get out so she could find her missing companions. Nothing was coming to mind and it was her mind that was giving her problems. Every time she started to think about Duncan and Connor, her mind went back to the necklace.

That damn necklace. It was a horrifying reminder of her past. It had been hung around her neck as she was being tied to the stake by that bastard son, Mordred. It was Connor who had saved her from that fate. And both she and Connor knew what the necklace meant. HE was getting too close. She had to find her friends and she had to get away. Not even these stubborn men were going to keep her here.

A knock sounded on her door. She turned and watched as the man that had been sitting beside the king walked in.

"What do you want?" she said, trying to keep the disgust out of her voice.

"You will give me the respect I deserve," the man said. "I am the king's right-hand man."

"You don't even look like you belong here. And I ask again, what do you want?"

The man did nothing except smile. She knew why he was here.

"GET OUT!"

"You cannot order me, woman. The only person I receive my orders from are the king."

"I do not care. You lay ONE hand on me and you will find yourself short that hand."

"You dare to make threats to Grima Wormtongue," he said, looking shocked.

"No. It isn't a threat. That is a promise. I have no qualms with decapitating you. I have done it to plenty of people who think they can take me against my will."

Grima moved to the door, his pale face getting paler. "You will regret this, girl. Mark my words."

He shut the door behind him and she sat down on the bed, putting her head into her hands. She had to get out of there.


A man smiled. He had listened to the entire conversation between the woman and Grima. It had been him who had sent Grima in there. He wanted to see how she would react. It had been hundreds of years and she had gotten bolder. The last time he had seen her, she hadn't been able to wield a sword. She would have willingly gone to bed with any man if her husband had ordered her, not that he ever had. This would be quite interesting.