Kiriah wasn't used to expending so much energy at a single time to keep some simpleton away, but this guy didn't seem to get it. What was so important about her obeying his every whim? It was foolish to think she would follow him like a lovesick puppy. She sat on her feet, glaring up at him, her hands on her knees.<br/><br/>Of course, if he wasn't going to give in so easily, what chance did she have? He was the leader of a huge army, in charge of at least a few thousand men. It wasn't as if she could walk out of here and find some place that was safer. Even if she found a village that was free from the army's reign, it wouldn't be for long. She would just get captured again, and then punished even further. She bit her lip tentatively; she knew she had few smart options other than...<br/><br/>Her shoulders sagged, face remaining downcast. The shackles were removed, but she made no response to it. Though it pained her, she would just have to suck it up and wait for an opportunity to reveal itself.