Doric's jaw clenched as she saw the authority not take you seriously when you said the realm was under danger, risk of elimination.

Her hand toyed with the slingshot that was perched on her arm, like a warning for them to not touch you. But obviously, none of them got the hint. Why would they listen anyways? You were a pretty woman and they'll do anything for even the slightest bit of contact. Which pissed Doric off to the max.

She seethed under her breath, Simon and Edgin holding her back from stabbing one or two guards or even the Lord himself. Their hands grasped desperately at her shoulders which were protected by her unusual, yet cool, looking armour. Her eyes sparkled with fury.

How dare they lay a hand on her woman?

Disgusting pricks..

She tried to let it go with a deep breath. She promised herself to be less possessive. But that all slipped away when the Lord grabbed you by the collar of your leather armour and she wriggled out of Simon and Edgin's grips. Doric unsheathed her dagger and held it at his neck, making the bearded man look over at her. Though she wasn't intimidated by his matt of hair on his chin. It made the man more irritating to her in Doric's opinion.

*"Please remove your grubby hands from my princess." She said.