I flinch at the question. I wasn't expecting it to be ushered here. I grip my fists. I'm not looking forward to it. I'm not looking forward to my past being revealed. Still, I have to stand here and just let it happen. Val already order me not to get involved with this dinner.

"I saved him." Val says.

That's an exaggeration. 

"From what?" Rapunzel asks.

I roll my eyes. I turn. 

"The slave hoard." He answers.

Yes, thank you for reminding me I used to be a slave and a trained killer since age 5.

"Hector, you were a slave?" Rapunzel looks at me.

I turn. Great, thanks for dragging me into this. 

"Treated horribly since age five." Val says.

My past is a soap opera. I've tried to forget for a while now. I was treated like garbage. I was beat. Starved. Trained to kill. Eh. It's an old wound I would prefer not to live through again. I turn away from them. Anubis and Set growled. I turn to the window. I get up from the wall. A man breaks through the window and aims a knife at Val. I grab him and push him to the side. The King and Queen stand up. I take out my sword.