Hope In The Dungeon

"Move it!" Islinda stumbled over her feet as the guard shoved her forward, causing her to nearly fall. She turned back to glare at him, her eyes blazing with defiance.

"What are you staring back at, murderer?" the guard sneered, clearly infuriated by her unyielding gaze. There was not an ounce of remorse in her eyes after killing Lord Karle, and it only fueled his anger further.

"Perhaps I should teach you a lesson," he growled, lifting his hand to strike her.

Just as his hand began its descent, another guard grabbed his wrist, halting the blow. "Enough!" the second guard commanded, his voice stern.

He stared at the other guard who had just halted him, his anger still simmering. "Who do you think you are?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous.

The second guard ignored the question, responding instead, "We are instructed to take her to the dungeon, not to take the law into our own hands."