the king wants his gold

She followed him closely, frame tall and confident as he lead the way to the pack lands. Argent was a most loyal knight, willing to do whatever necessary to protect her King. She knew that he wanted something, and she knew that he would get it, but she feared the pack would not react well to him. She kept close, crimson eyes determined as she kept an eye out for danger. If the Valhallans were to attack her dear alpha then she would teach them a lesson. If Isardis wished for her to fight for the wench instead of himself, then she would. Argent would bend to his will as she always did, and today she found herself pausing at his right side, dipping her head to him for the briefest of seconds before returning her attention to where she supposed the Valhallan party might approach from. Perhaps they will see reason she thought, although she doubted that they would.