<div style="text-align: justify;">Life, for Elizabeth, had been very different than what Wil had lived through. She had come from a noble family, and naturally, she was a legitimate child. That made a world of difference in life, no matter how rich or how poor your family was. So, despite the fact that she could understand the concept of honor - that was something that had been taught her from the crib -, she couldn’t understand the feelings of a person who had been treated as a bastard his entire life.<br/><br/>So, when Wil threatened the man with his sword instead of surrendering it, Elizabeth gasped in surprise. She took one step back, already predicting something bad would happen. And she would probably pay for Wil’s reaction as well as him.<br/><br/>When the archer threatened to kill Wylyam, Elizabeth moaned softly. She was pretty sure she would be next. And that would be if she had luck on her side. If she didn’t, the man would probably have some entertainment at her expense, and only then kill her.<br/><br/>The squire’s confident intonation made Elizabeth more and more concerned. She wanted to trust Wil’s ability to keep them both alive. But it was difficult to do when all she could see was a desperate man who was clearly willing to kill.<br/><br/>When the man tried to reason with Wil and tell the young squire that she couldn’t survive without him, Elizabeth prayed that he would listen to the man. He was a criminal, of course, but he was making a sound point. And if Wil agreed to his terms, they might both leave that place with their lives preserved and their bodies intact.<br/><br/>Elizabeth’s expression nearly begged Wil to be reasonable and act on both of their best interests. When he made up his mind and decided to surrender the horses, the girl let out a breath she didn’t even know to be holding. <br/><br/>Saying farewell to her own horse, Elizabeth took her provisions and waited for Wil to finish parting with his. She kept silent until they reached a far enough point away from the criminal. “We are both alive and unharmed”, the girl murmured, trying to cheer Wil up and touching his arm gently. “You have not failed me, then, sir. And you have obeyed Sir Philip. Lift your spirits, we must keep on walking, and sorrows will not push us forward”.</div>