Charles, hearing Adam's cold words about the assassin being his target and no one else being allowed to touch him, slowly turned his eyes away from Adam and back towards the terrified assassin.
The assassin was still standing just a few meters away, close enough to see his face clearly, but far enough that he seemed alone in the big hall. The assassin wasn't just shaking a little; he was trembling hard, like he was freezing cold. He kept nervously looking at Adam, who was walking towards him like a silent, unstoppable force, and then quickly glancing behind him.
Behind the assassin, filling the corridor from which he had run, were dozens of Royal Guards. They were all lined up, standing straight, wearing their shining armor from head to toe.
