He twisted his wrists where they were cuffed behind his back, teeth grit. These people really were fools if they were bringing him straight to her. A quick twist left to grab the guards knife and bury it under the third rib, twist to use as shield to the other. Knock to the ground and knife to the others throat. Both guards gone. He flicked his eyes over her. No weapons either. That dress wouldn't hide a fucking coin without showing the engraving. He kept stubbornly silent.
"You don't say shit, you hear me?!" He'd been threatened then left behind to guard his commanders escape.