"I said let go of me," Gabrielle shouted, trying to pull her hand away.
Frezon smirked at her, tightening his grip.
"Do you really think that because you demand us to let us go, we'll do what you say? You're dreaming. You're in our grasp now, you'll have to do what we say."
"His Majesty will have your head. The both of you are going to be in for it when he finds out. Just you wait."
Frezon grabbed Gabrielle by the throat, staring into her widened eyes.
"Milady," Josephine shrieked, trying to break out of Tasen's grip, "Don't touch her, let her go."
"Let her go, let her go," Tasen mocked, letting out a gleeful laugh, "You two are so amusing."
Frezon smiled, watching as Gabrielle struggled to breathe.
"You have so much confidence in your king but we have you right now. We can do whatever we want, and your king can not stop us. You should be more worried about doing what we say so you don't get hurt rather than worrying about His Majesty."
