“There's bound to be more guards above us. There's Levent and possibly the king himself now, too. It'd be suicide to just prance up the stairs.”
“There might be another way,” I suggested.
“Oh, there is.” Rio looked up from the helmet in his hands, grinning at Kewyn. The blonde's face was as confused as mine for a moment before her full lips turned down in a frown.
“No,” she said.
“You're the only one who'll fit,” Rio said, his apologetic tone not fitting his amused grin.
“Fit what?” I asked, before I looked down at the unconscious human guard. Rio was right. This guy was not that much larger than Kewyn. Now I was staring at her intently, too.
“You, too?” She asked before sighing loudly in defeat. “Alright. Let's get this over with.”
A few minutes later, Kewyn stepped out from one of the alcoves, dusting off the guard's uniform with some self-consciousness. It had been Rio's job to undress the guard, and Kewyn insisted that she needed no help in dressing herself, thank you very much. The guard's uniform actually seemed to fit well despite the fact that it was cut for a man. She adjusted the ornamental sword on her belt as she walked.
“Your final touch, madam,” Rio said smoothly as he handed the helmet to the blonde. She took it, her cheeks darkening before she tucked her hair under it.
“You're my prisoner now. Act like one,” she growled.
As the half-blood turned away and locked his armed behind his back as if he were being restrained, I caught a glimpse of the smallest smile on the blonde's face. I assumed a stance much like Rio's, and Kewyn walked us down the hall toward the freshly opened doorway.