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How can I leave when Lola is bleeding out in front of my eyes?
Where is Aida? Where is Tobin?
Where is everyone, damn it?
Flavius appears behind the corner with his usual calm. He tilts his head, observing the attackers. He even turns in the direction where Marius is, from where the sounds of battle are echoing in our ears.
«What are you doing?» he inquires.
Oddly enough, he's not talking with me.
«Kneel in front of the Queen. Isn't that what people should do?»
After his order, the two assassins drop on the floor as if the weight of the sky was pressed on their shoulders. They're sweating, and soon enough, their back is bent and their hands on the ground.
After all of this, Flavius doesn't even wipe the sweat from his forehead. He just moves his eyes on me, still confused. Is this what it means to be a weapon of the Crown? Is this what the old King wanted him to do?