Akara didn't react well to a pistol being aimed at her face. In fact she was roughed up pretty extensively by the guards grabbing her and keeping her from drawing her deadly blade. Her voice was raised in screamed of outrage and betrayal. Nothing was quiet so cruel as to arrest her and for attempt to commit treason of all things.<br/><br/>Akara struggled against those that held her fighting even as she was hand cuffed and her sword that had defended Albion spilling blood in the name of the king was taken from her. In her rage to committed to memory the face of the man who dared to take if from her body. One day she'd take his life she told him, rage making her eyes sparkle and color rise high in her cheeks.<br/><br/>The explanation of the captains rues was met with dead eyes from Akara. She'd just been arrested for treason. It didn't matter what happened after this, her people wouldn't understand the need to lie and sneak into a prison to find a guard. No in there eyes Akara had broken with the King. Things would go very very badly after this. her stomach turned with the though of how far this would ripple out and again so soon in the day Akara felt fear. This was a different kind of fear that made her skin turn cold and her complexion go white. This was bad.<br/><br/>When they decided to send the little boy home Akara considered briefly telling them to send home Adam as well but a single look at the angry Man told her to keep her tongue behind her teeth. She had the good sense to know asking such a favor would only injure his pride.<br/><br/>The carriage started to move and Akara paced like a caged lion her eyes narrowed to slits her breath coming in sharp little burst. Nothing, absolutely nothing about this entire thing was ok with her. Next time she met Vorhess they'd be crossing more then words and he'd be lucky if he left the field with all his limbs attached.