"Strike me, I want you to strick me for every time she struck someone. My life isnt anymore important then there's." He pointed his blood and tea coated hand towards the princess. I balked. I shook my head, no. I could not do such a thing. He stopped his foot, not in a childish way but to snap me to attention, to bring me back to reality. Because in the end I was just a soldier a guard, a tool. Stepping forward I hit him once. I hit him hard enough to make a normal man pass out. Yet he got right back up to my own horror. I tried to remove my glove but he wouldn't let me.