I approached Prince Leonardo cautiously like I was nearing an injured wild animal.

“I told you to go,” he said in a rough voice.

I gulped down my anxiety and went up to him to look closer at his wounds. Some of them were pretty deep, and there was even a bite mark on his neck and a slash high on his ribcage.

“Let me help,” I offered, taking the rag from his hand. He clenched it tightly, not letting me have it. ...