Betrays Lord Al

Garrett drew his sword and held it against his lords throat. “Garrett, what is the meaning of this!!?” Lord Al growled.

“Place your hand on her chest and hold it there…” Garrett instructed.

“What!? You can’t be serious! I will not swap with a common slave- ouch! You dare!” Lord Al fumed as Garrett drew blood. He reluctantly obeyed.

“I thought long and hard on this and I have no desire to be your pawn in this unconscionable scheme. I would die for you my lord. But I will not give up my dignity…” Garrett said then grew quiet. Waiting. Watching.