Runaway

"Don’t worry?" Anfey asked, smiling. "Then why did you make Fernando leave his men?"

"He’s right, my lady," Ozzic said. "Just send them away. We need some peace around here."

"Fernando promised to take care of the zombies and the necromancers, but we cannot leave our security in someone else’s hands," Alice said sternly. "We have to have some priests and Knights of Light here in order for Moramatch to become a stronghold against the necromancers.

"You are a count appointed by Yolanthe himself, but you still rose up in rank too quickly. I am sure that you are not as well loved as you think you are. You will be fine if you never lose a fight, but the moment you do, those who are jealous will rise up against you."

"Are you threatening me?" Anfey demanded.

Alice smiled, staring at Anfey. "I’m not threatening you, my lord. I am merely stating the truth."

Anfey sighed. He knew she was right. "Fine," he said, "I see your point."