The young woman remained quiet for a while before speaking an almost inaudible "Thank you" when Gabriel was already headed out. Looking away, it was almost as if she was shy and apologetic after her shouting and yet hearing him out. She was quiet in the cell as Gabriel made his way upstairs. What greeted him was the sight of the familiar, female Protector standing before the king.<br/><br/><strong>"And that is why I should be your new Commander. I believe that with Darion's passing I am the best officer for the job."</strong>She smirked coldly, the two that had followed her before still behind her, the young man's eyes covered, the left eye's spot blood, his arm in a carry bashed but magically healed it looked. For most part at least. The woman next to him behind the speaking protector was worse off, limping clearly, her leg visible half-way down thigh, the signs of at least three healing wounds visible. Someone had stabbed or shot arrows at her leg by the look of it, and left her with a seriously sore thigh.<br/><br/><strong>"No. Right now, Gabriel holds the commanding position under me. He's the only one who has made sense of this."</strong>The king's reply had the protector woman fuming. She seemed furious about this but raised her voice in objection.<strong>"That son of a no one is a bastard orphan abandoned and useless, clinging to a Deity like an infant at a mother's teat without piss and vinegar to stomp out these rebels and take back your kingdom! My lord! If you follow his advice you will be walking into the enemy's hands, dont you see? The old knight abandoned you, because they wanted the power after your father's passing! They don't recognise you, they don't think you should rule, if the prisoners are the duke's family that just shows they have convinced the duke that was their ally to attacking you too! We must march before all is lost!"</strong>