“Oh, please leave your sword right here, Rhovatt Morielle,” the saighs called her out.
She stopped just as Klykass stepped on the bridge. She removed the sword that King Raithen gave her.
“Any other weapons with you? You have to leave it here with us, too.”
“Nothing else,” she lied.
If they would frisk her, they would find out. But because she was a general, they wouldn’t do it. Plus, she was a woman. Touching her would be inappropriate.
The saighs nodded, trusting her word. After all, she was the khran’s daughter.
His eyes moved to her hair, though. She took out the hairpin out of her bun, and her hair hung loose.
The four saighs’ jaws dropped, stunned by her beauty.
She tapped the gold pin on the face of the first saighs and signaled for him to get it.
He cleared his throat and
