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"Stupid whore", muttered Torbjorn joylessly.

Upon seeing the Prince's soldier rode down people, he spat. He would've gladly presented the blade of his greataxe to the soldier's stomach, if his primary concern wasn't to get Catryn out of the city. He truly believed that she had it in her to make a difference for the common man. In a way, she was the ruler he wished that king Edeleif was. Headstrong, rational and resourceful.

''One day I will return to your side, my liege. But as long as you remain a puppet in the strings of those who only seek to help themselves, I can't be there for you.''

Torbjorn opened the door to the inn, keeping a watchful eye on the massacre outside to make sure that he didn't attract unwanted attention.

"What took you so long?" Catryn asked.

"The temptation to cut down pompous cunts", Torbjorn replied, casting a threatening glare in the direction of the Prince's Man.