"Raoul, what's wrong?" Ordered King Jon. Worry creased his brow.
"Kel," croaked Raoul. "Gods Jon, they got her."
The King paled. "What?!"
"We were-- riding to New Hope. And came across some Scanrans. She--," he grimaced, "she saved me."
"Mithros, Raoul, time was when you didn't need a bodygaurd," Jon mused.
Swiftly Raoul drew his sword and let it rest on Jon's chest. "I've said it before, Jon. I won't lose her."
"So..she's alive?" the king asked calmly.
Raoul let his sword drop, looking defeated. "I don't know," he confessed.
"And the Scanrans have her," Jon confirmed. Raoul winced at buried his face in his hands. He came to a decision.
"Jon, I'm going to find her," he straightened up, "and I'm taking two squads. Dom's and Aiden's."
Jonathon balked. "Two? Well… good luck. I hope you find her."