Their surroundings blur for a moment in a disorientating lurch, before snapping back into focus. He doesn't know what that means or why there is a knot in his gut, a sharp edge of wrongness.
You do know, something inside him tells him. It rings of truth.
But he is drawn back into the moment when he sense Iamarl vanish in a familiar move -- shadow walking -- he makes a noise in his throat and heads straight for 'Alys', grabbing her arm in an iron grip while leaning past her side and reaching his free arm behind her.
He knocks back Iamarl's strike and grabs onto Iamarl's forearm too as Iamarl reappears. For a split second it feels uncomfortably hot in his grip.
"Wait," he demands harshly, eyes wild. He has absolutely no idea what is going on anymore.
"The Prince...!" Iamarl cries, a desperate plea in her violet eyes that takes him back to Troyes, "She is an assassin looking to pass for one of your attendants!"
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"Maketh?"
Their surroundings blur for a moment in a disorientating lurch, before snapping back into focus. He doesn't know what that means or why there is a knot in his gut, a sharp edge of wrongness.
You do know, something inside him tells him. It rings of truth.
But he is drawn back into the moment when he sense Iamarl vanish in a familiar move -- shadow walking -- he makes a noise in his throat and heads straight for 'Alys', grabbing her arm in an iron grip while leaning past her side and reaching his free arm behind her.
He knocks back Iamarl's strike and grabs onto Iamarl's forearm too as Iamarl reappears. For a split second it feels uncomfortably hot in his grip.
"Wait," he demands harshly, eyes wild. He has absolutely no idea what is going on anymore.
"The Prince...!" Iamarl cries, a desperate plea in her violet eyes that takes him back to Troyes, "She is an assassin looking to pass for one of your attendants!"
Henry sucks in a sharp breath.