I'm not corrupt, I'm only loyal
Errol.
Errol was the one who screamed.
So loud it even stopped her stubborn grandmother.
"O-only-" He stuttered, and then gripped his hands into fists. "The executioner can administer that punishment." He stated louder, more firmly, despite how clearly horrified he looked.
He swallowed heavily, obviously fighting a tide of anxiety to make the assertion, but he managed to stand firm.
She would always love him for that.
Her grandmother narrowed her eyes.
"...Very well." She stood and tossed the blade down to the ground. "Get him out of my sight before I make a mistake."
The guard stepped forward and did as instructed.
Her grandmother watched him leave, then turned her sharp gaze upon Errol.
He shrunk beneath the intensity of that look, but did not flinch nor turn away.
Her grandmother didn't seem impressed by this act of defiance. Instead she scoffed at him before turning away and returning to Isabelle's mother.