The moment Michelle stepped back and smiled everything broke lose.
"MOVE!"
The first guard entered with silver already drawn, and ready. Three more joined him.
The chamber filled too quickly, and became too tight in seconds.
Aire took a step back instinctively. Her mind sharpened in alert, ready to protect herself. Her mind lagged behind reality.
"What is this?" she whispered.
As usual, no one gave her a response. Rather, they moved towards her with weapons.
The guards formed a half-circle around her. This was an order from King Elijah, to detain her in the slightest opportunity.
They were not close enough to be foolish.
"Your Grace, don't move!" one guard shouted.
"I'm not doing anything!" she snapped immediately, her voice breaking slightly.
Everything always happen when she least expects it. First with Nate, and now with Mitchell.
If anything, her tone made them tighten their formation.
A chair scraped violently as another guard stepped in.
"Hold position!"
