" What about me?” Karigan asked.
“Hmm?”
“What part do I play?”
“You have already done more than your share,” he said. “You will rest here with the day’s other wounded and the remainder of Marshal Martel’s troops. Should we fail . . . well, I can depend on you to move these people out of harm’s way.”
“No,” Karigan said.
The king raised a brow. “No?”
Karigan shoved the blanket off and raised herself to her feet. “I’m going with you. King or not, you can’t stop me. My father is being held in the throne room.”
“You are wounded and exhausted,” Zachary said. “I don’t want you to slow us down.”
“You have a broken arm,” Karigan retorted. “Who will be slowing who?”
The king’s eyebrows shot up, and his mouth was quirked in a half smile he couldn’t quite hide. It was as if he wanted to laugh, but he knew better than to do so.
“I see,” he said.
Horse Marshal Martel appeared at the king’s side, his face impassive. “I told you, my lord, we should have left her while she was asleep.”
“I should have listened more closely,” he said. "

― Kristen Britain , Green Rider (Green Rider, #1)