Snippet #1931089

It wasn't hard to read Bridget's expression when her name was called. It was a look of pure amazement. She really had been chosen? Her with the bad record that could suit fifty men? But she wasn't one to pass up on an opportunity. Hiding her grin and replacing her expression with an emotionless one, she stepped up to where she was led, examining the other chosen few. Surprisingly, a man walked out from the remaining unchosen people. Shouting of unfairness, and a girl that was barely a child. She had rolled her eyes.

She assumed he was talking about her, but that didn't bother her. Often times her age and looks helped her complete whatever she was being payed to do, and it humored her that people actually spent time discussing or thinking about it. It turned out to be one of her best weapons. Although most of the people in the room reached for their weapons as the man attacked a stargazer, but she sat still. She wasn't one to pick a fight. She watched as an axe came out of no where, killing the man, and then her eyes were drawn to the thrower, the king. Wow, he was quite frightening in person.

She watched him observe the chosen few, starting to talk to each one personally. Bridget didn't try to listen to what he said, she figured if it was important, she would find out soon enough, and instead examined the room around her. When the king finally came to her, she braced herself for the harsh words she was expecting. She saw the kids left hand tense into a ball, watching his face turn to a sheer look of anger. He quickly grabbed her in a firm grasp, one of a man about to lose his temper, but she just stood there watching as he loosened his grip. His words, probably meant to scare or warn her, did nothing of the sorts, and she just stood there, keeping her blank expression as he quickly moved on.

This would be fun.