Arthur struggled to his feet, his hand pressed against the bandages covering his arrow wound. Blood was already seeping through the white fabric, but his expression was determined.

"I'm keeping you in these quarters," he said, lifting me despite my protests and carrying me back to the room I'd woken up in earlier. "This is my battle, and you cannot be involved."

"Keeping me here? You mean you're locking me in this room," I said, anger flaring in my chest.

Arthur set me down gently but firmly ...