Elizabeth maintained her smile for a few more seconds before finally moving.
She took a step forward, her heels echoing in the devastated courtyard, and cast a quick glance around: knights groaning as they tried to rise, others aided by companions, armor crumpled, pride in tatters. Then, she turned her attention to Damon.
"It's all right," she said, with an almost offensive nonchalance. "They asked for it."
Damon raised an eyebrow slightly, but didn't object.
Elizabeth then turned to the Duke of Arven, the smile still present, now sharp enough to cut.
"They didn't ask for it?" she questioned, too politely. "My men were training in their own home. They were provoked. They were attacked. My knight reacted."
She tilted her head, as if truly expecting a reasonable answer.
The Duke of Arven took a moment to respond.
