Chapter 383: [Bonus - ] The Ashen Whisper (V)
Part 5: Having the Freedom of Choice
Well into the late night, despite the many protests of Arabella, the admiral of the Royal Guard of Cravolta lied in wait in the abode of his temporary captors.
Arabella stood to the side of the open-aired chamber furnished with lavish sofas and jewelled tables till the time came that Sayyed returned and reluctantly greeted his previous captive—agreeing to parley with him in the process.
Dozens of the Khathi men surrounded the chamber as Sayyed gave a side-eyed glare to Arabella and sat down on his sofa like a throne.
Arabella’s gaze immediately went to the floor, but she forced herself to keep her chin up and back straight while she faced ahead. Sayyed rested his arms out wide on the back of the sofa and placed one leg over the other.
He gave a fanged grin and his tail hairs never spiked as it rested beside him. Fravash on the other hand, showed no emotion on his face beyond the slightest lowering of his brows.
"Thudh!"
The admiral kept his gauntleted hands on the hilt of his sword that he sank into the carpet. The double-edged blade, which broadened from the cross-guard to the flat tip, mirrored the seated wolf-man and reflected the yellow lights in the room.
The Khathi reached for their weaponry, but Sayyed merely lifted a hand and they stood down. He raised and tilted his head, "You have decided to stab my expensive carpet?"
"You had your men assault and imprison my unit, as well as strike me several times while I was unarmed and unable to defend myself?" he calmly rested his hands on the cross-guard and thumbs behind the handle.
Sayyed smiled with his fangs poking out as his only ear ticked, "I have decided to excuse you for your infractions and I will gladly let you and your unit go on your merry way back home.
Leaving with but a few bruises seems like an unfair exchange on my part, no? But I will let this slide."