As she steps forward, he steps back. Her name does sound familiar, but everything in his mind feels blurry.

The infirmary. They might poison him there, to get him out of the way. Or it might be a lie, and they have no infirmary. But maybe he is sick? He feels... No, he has to hold it together. For His Highness.

“You will stay back,” he glares at her, brandishing his axe. His eyes are full of fear. “I do not appreciate tricks.”