Back against a cracked wall, Raine bled, consciousness barely present, he gasped for air, pled for mercy – an army of guards invaded the hallway, guns were drawn at Xen's head. Bystanders watched in utter horror, Maria had her face to the ground crying at the pain of losing someone close. The Duke of Cophe, a square-faced man on which laid a sightly curved nose, tiny eye sockets overshadowed by a square temple, "-arrest him!" he ordered, the guards ran to surround Xen, who gasped and threw glances left and right.
"Let the boy go," mediated the captain of the guard, "-Xen, it's not worth the trouble."
"Oh it will be worth every penny," cried the duke, "-a commoner dares lay his filthy hands on a prince. You'll be lucky to receive death by hanging, I'll make sure you suffer."
