"I won't let that happen," Raoul hissed like an angry snake threatened, curled, and ready to strike.  "I will take a hit to myself before I let that happen."<br/><br/>"You act as if you have a choice my son," His father said with a smile,  "no one will believe a word you have to say when I get done and your little plot to steal my throne is as good as done." He swung a sword almost casually by his side and Raoul watched it like a pendulum.<br/><br/>"Especially once I mark her flesh like the cattle she has become"  The king said moving toward her and Raoul lept without thinking tackling the king to the ground and wrestling with the blade letting it cut into his skin to try and get it out of his father's hands.<br/><br/>"Run!" Raoul yelled over his shoulder at her not sure how long he would be able to hold the tyrant down but knowing once he got back up if he got his sword tip on her they would never be able to return to her what she had lost.