Jezebeth had thus far neglected to listen to the conversations in the Elvish language - while she wasn't a prodigy in it, she would have been able to translate a few words and glimpse some truth in her fate. But fate had its own way, independent of the machinations of intelligent hands.
Somehow, the elf companion of the group had bought her freedom, with what words or price, the knight didn't know yet. With so many words in favour of her released like arrows to blot out the sun, she was sure that the others had a part in her release as well. While grateful, her freedom meant little to her - it wouldn't bring her fellow knights and servants of goodness back. It wouldn't undo her folly, and unbar her way back home to her Order's castle, which had been her home for over a decade, and her daughter, who was left with a close friend, a nun with the Order.
Then this elf who was with her saviours, who she observed to be quite handsome, knelt before her and said,
"If you'd have us, we can take you along our road and see your true intentions. Forgive them, but my people have been battling evil for longer than the memories of man."His eyes met Jezebeth's, told her that she was safe. The knight searched them, her silver eyes as if peering into his soul, reading it, trying to find the truth. She believed him whole-heartedly - any bad intentions would have resulted in a very different outcome, considering that she had been forced hours ago into a submissive position.
"I am yours," Jezebeth said, putting as much meaning into her words as possible. What else was she to do? The Guardian Knight knew that she could not go back, and her mission to hunt down demons and possibly stem the flow of their armies into the realm was stalled by her army's utter defeat and annihilation, and she couldn't very well do anything by herself.
"And you will see that I am not the demon these paranoid elves seem to think I am."Her hands were still bound vindictively tight that she couldn't even wriggle them under the ropes. Even a slight movement would sting under such conditions, and it'd bitten her hard when she'd gotten up. But Jezebeth wasn't quite worried about it, no. Looking down at her elf friend's feet, then to the bare ground, she wondered if anything could truly set her free - set her mind at ease, and her heart to calm. Because it'd felt at the moment that she was damned, for the weight in her was as heavy as before.
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