He was unceremoniously pushed through the tent flaps, stumbling as a heavy hand against his shoulder blade sent him skittering toward the center of the room. He might have complained about the treatment if he hadn't worked so hard to earn it.
Still, was there truly such a wrong in what he had done? He had merely exchanged a few words with the men. A free man had every right to speak his mind, after all.
None could say he had broken a single law of gods or men,if he did they were more than welcomed to point at it, nor he strayed from the path of honor. It was only expectations he had shattered, and perhaps a Prince's carefully laid plan to rot in the mud beneath his feet.
The ruckus they had stirred as they were marched toward the inner circle still echoed in his ears.
"Battle! To battle against the Falcon!"
