Protect Your King!

Cedric still had the grin on his face and she was going to wipe it off him. Just as the throne room doors burst open, Sierra released her hands from the ropes. She lunged herself at Cedric with no weapons. 

Her hand was curled into a fist and she punched him in the face. The look of horror he had just moments before her fist made contact was something she would never forget. She savored that moment. 

Her punch broke his nose. She could hear the crunch of the broken bones. The pain-filled cry that came after was proof of the strength of her force. She did not hold back.

"You broke my nose! You broke my nose!" Cedric was so wrapped up in his own injuries, he did not realize the throne room was now filled with Bancroft family soldiers. 

When he realized it was too late. He began to panic. He turned to Alistair. 

"What are you standing there for you fool? Protect your King!" He yelled at him as he scrambled to his feet.