"We will not grovel!" King Alfred's voice echoed off the translucent white walls, the iron in his tone absolute.
"I respect you, Omares, but you are asking me to do something that I have sworn a long time ago never to do. And that is to beg that Outworlder!"
Alfred pointed out the window. "When he walked out on us and left us to protect ourselves, he made his decision clear. To crawl to him like beggars and plead for his help even after abandoning us?" The King's eyes softened sadly. "Do we have no shame?"
Omares didn't say anything in response. He only watched the Human King, a silent glint of understanding yet steadfastness in his eyes.
Alfred blinked the emotions away and moved his glare from the Great Scholar directly to the Elven King. "And while we speak of this outlaw, King Galadrien, perhaps you can explain why an Elven royal is currently bringing terror to my streets?"
Galadrien's graceful posture stiffened slightly.
