Angeline's exquisite face was flushed red with shame and anger. 'That man is crazy if he thinks I'll spend the night with him. I'm the Queen's sister, not some whore!"
When Dennis hesitated, Butch lost it and shouted, "Don't test my patience! Do you or do you not agree to my demands?"
"Well—" Dennis' heart was beating wildly as he wiped the sweat off his forehead. "I'll give you one of my men," he said in an aggrieved tone. He wanted nothing more than to go head-to-head with Butch but knew he would never win in a fight with an opponent more powerful than him. He might even lose his life.
Dennis flicked his gaze until it landed on Darryl. "Take him!"
'He's not one of mine. I won't suffer any losses if I give him up,' Dennis thought. He planned to use Darryl as a stalling tactic.
In an instant, everyone's eyes were on Darryl.
'D*mn you, Dennis. You really know how to choose! We wouldn't have landed into this mess if you weren't trying to look good in front of Angeline. And now you want to sacrifice me?' Darryl thought angrily.
"You—" Angeline whimpered.
"There's too many of them, Princess. We can't win. We should do everything we can to get into the other party's good graces. This guard is nothing but a weakling, so there's no need to grieve over his impending death," Dennis said quietly.
"At the end of the day, he is still a member of the palace staff," Angeline said. She did not want to give up the guard o a bunch of bandits for fear of losing her dignity.
At the thought of Angeline's compassion, Darryl breathed a sigh of relief and felt slightly better. At least there was still a little bit of humanity in her. After some thought, he said, "Fine, I'll go." He slowly made his way over to Butch.
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