Her hand gestured to Heiko’s limp form. “Half-drugged, filthy, clothed in rags like a common criminal? Have you forgotten who he is? What he’s done for you all?”
The soldiers looked at each other, discomfort creeping into their postures. Their grip on their weapons faltered.
“Bring him to a private room. Now. And fetch a set of clean clothes, food, and water,” River commanded, her tone brooking no argument.
They hesitated.
She stepped closer, radiating fury and dominance.
“For Goddess’ sake… he was your Commander! You trained under him. You fought beside him. You saluted him!” Her voice trembled with controlled rage. “And now you treat him like this? Have you no shame?”
A few of the soldiers averted their eyes. One cleared his throat but said nothing. The hesitation lingered—but it o
