Chapter 138

"Kindly don't be hasty, Your Majesty, I don't intend to hurt you, I just came here to converse with you." Hell, was this a method for telling individuals you need to converse with them? Roland gulped his apprehension and gradually convoluted. Under the danger of a knife, he could give way to the tension and do what the opposite side needed. In the illumination of the faint candlelight, Roland could see the other - she was perched on his bed, her body concealed under a robe and her head covered with a hood, so he was unable to see her genuine appearance. Her shadow which was tossed by the candlelight involved the greater part of the wall behind her. "Who are you?" "I don't have a name, however my sisters call me Songbird." She stood up and fixed her robe, then she crouched on one knee, and startlingly gave a standard honorable bow, "As a matter of some importance, I'm here to offer my thanks to you Roland Wimbledon, Your Excellency." Show your appreciation? Roland saw that a few li