Sheila’s POV

I made to run with Diana pushing away from the crowd of people who are invested in the event while I tried to run away when someone appeared blocking my path.

The guard from earlier with a prowl on his face lurched forward gripping me tightly by the hair trying to take me to the route leading to the dungeon. Diana tried fighting him off, and he kicked her to the ground. She fell to the ground weakly holding to her stomach.

“Let them go!” I peered to see Fidelis standing before him, his sword unsheathed, his eyes growing dark with maddening rage at the current state.

“Rosalia...