The blood spurted all over the floor, and Bernice let out a cry of pain. Her feet were still bound, and she could only cover the wound with her last hand, curled up and squirmed on the ground.

Alen nervously went up to check on me and Kral, "Your Highness? Delia?"

My whole being was in the arms of Kral. Kral's powerful arms held me tight, my head resting on his broad chest, his warm breath filling my breath. I slowly broke away from his embrace. It was so dangerous, but I didn't feel so ...