"It's Her Majesty's guard," one of the women muttered in a hushed voice as she weakly slumped to the ground.
Her knees hit the ground with a thud, but she was numb to the pain.
They were finished.
They had been caught in the act without even being given a chance to strike. They were completely caught off guard; they hadn't expected Her Majesty to act so soon.
A wave of hopelessness and defeat crashed heavily over the room. Their schemes and plans had been crushed in the cradle before they could even see the light of day.
"My ladies, please come with me to meet Her Majesty."
Nalia made an inviting gesture toward the door and waited for them to comply.
Seeing the sword strapped to her waist and sensing the aura of a powerful mage radiating from her, every desire to struggle or fight vanished.
They could only move slowly toward the door with helpless, dejected expressions, already resigned to their fate. There was no use fighting when there was no hope of victory.
