Before one assumes that Prisana is a princess being doted upon by her beast in shining armor, don't get the wrong idea. It was against her will. She flailed about and fought against him to put her down but all to no avail as he nonchalantly carried her down the stairs.
"Beast!"
"Lynx, shh," he cooed and as he did so, she pouted.
"I have my own two feet. Let me walk."
"There's still bruises on your feet. What kind of husband to be would let their wife walk as she is injured."
"But I'm not injured!" she shouted, huffing and puffing out each word.
Prisana believed he was being ridiculous and simply joking but as she gazed into his unwavering eyes, she knew the beast wouldn't back down. He kept staring at her like she were some tiny creature that would easily become hurt to every small thing.
