A Choice

Alistair furrowed his eyebrows. He turned to Lord Wimbly. He was surrounded by a cold chilling aura. Lord Wimbly gulped as he hunched his shoulders and took a step back. Even the other ministers retreated a little. 

"What treason? Sierra is not of our Kingdom, what treason do you speak of?" Alistair questioned. 

Lord Wimbly hung his head low, unable to find a suitable counterargument. 

"I'm sure Knightess Sierra has a reason for doing so. I think it's only fair for her to share it with us, seeing as she deceived us for this long?" Alistair said carefully as he turned back to look at Sierra.

"Yes… yes. As a knightess of Cair, I was tasked by King Frederick to do so. Princess Felicity was betrothed to another and King Frederick feared retaliation should there be no representative from Cair. As such, I was sent on this mission."

In a lower voice, Sierra continued, "I didn't expect to make it this far."