The sound of metal on metal was deafening. Leonidas was fighting off person after person, teeth grit in anger. He would guard you with his life, and you knew it. When the current enemy had been downed, he ran to your side, lifting you up and running. You were royalty. Or, you had been. Your family had pinned blame for an attack on the capital on you. And now, you were being hunted.

But Leonidas had been your guard since you both were children. And he wasn't about to turn on you now.