"Kyra!"
Boromir rushed to her, kneeling next to her, forcing Denethor to stop his attack. He picked up Vanim and checked over her. It didn't look like she was hurt. There were no scratches of bruises on her. He held her close as he looked over Kyra. Her face was bruised, her lip was swollen and bleeding.
"Kyra…" Boromir softly said.
Faramir couldn't help but glare. Boromir made it pretty obvious Kyra was more important than him. Denethor beat Faramir and Boromir did nothing about it. Denethor beat Kyra and Boromir was quick to stop it.
"Father, how could you?" Boromir asked. "How could you hurt her?"
"It is her punishment for what she had done", Denethor said.
"Done? She's done nothing to deserve this."
"She has", he said. "This wench seduces you into her bed and steals you away from your home. Do you still think she does not deserve punishment?"
"She is not a wench!" Boromir said. "She is my wife. She never seduced me or stole me away!"
"The girl should've stayed away", Denethor said looking at the guards by the door, nodding his head. "For her crimes, I sentence her to death."
Boromir watched as the guards approached him and Kyra. Kyra opened her eyes and looked at him frightened.
"What's happening?" she asked.
"I need you to listen to me carefully", he whispered. "I need you to take Vanim and leave. Get yourselves out of the city and back home in Ithelien."
"Leave?"
"In my belt there's a knife", Boromir whispered. "Take it and take Vanim."
"Come with me", Kyra said.
"Not this time", he said shaking his head. "Get yourself and our daughter safe."
They looked up as the guards approached them. One of them grabbed Boromir and pulled him away while the other grabbed Kyra. She reached and pulled the knife from Boromir's belt and pressed it against the guard's throat. Boromir elbowed the guard who held him and handed Vanim to Kyra.
"Run!" he told her. "Get out now!"
"Get her!" Denethor ordered.
Boromir pulled his sword out as Kyra ran for the door. The guards pulled out their swords as Boromir ran toward them. He looked back as Kyra gave him one last look before running through the door. Boromir pushed the guards away and ran to the nearest window to see Kyra rushing through the gates on their horse.
"Farewell, my love", he said as he watched her leave the city.
Denethor grabbed Boromir angrily.
"What have you done?" he asked.
"I let her go", Boromir answered. "She is my wife. She does not deserve death."
"I forbid you from going to her", Denethor said. "You let her go. Therefore, sentence the girl to banishment. I will not allow her to return. If she tries, I order any soldier who sees her to kill her on sight."