Alexa tried to hold on to something, but her hands found nothing, and she slid in the darkness, in despair.
The damsel felt a firm hand grab her wrist, when all her body was in the air and plummeting to an unknown and probably lethal end.
The sudden bump hurt and almost dislocated her arm, but she grabbed the savior hand with her other hand promptly. A miracle! The maiden was hoisted, and even before she left the hole, Alexa knew it was Prince Klaus' hand.
How was that possible?
The First Prince put Alexa on her feet, and reaching for the torch again, examined the maiden thoroughly,
"Are you hurt?"
Instead of answering directly, she came close enough to look him in the eye, even in the semi-darkness broken only by the flickering light of the fire,
"Someone pushed me. Was it you?"
