The Turks watch as you and Cloud are held abided by weapons.

A red haired male, Reno, scoffed as he tilts his head, waving off Cloud which led him to get dragged away and separated from you.

“Oh. Hello there, your highness.”

Reno said sarcastically, bowing in a cocky way before getting up and put his hands in his pocket, silently observing you and your royal attire.

He quickly snapped his fingers to give an order to his men.

“Keep this pretty one alive.”